Family Ties(Erwin x Levi)

Party Foul

First, she cut her hair short without even making an appointment at a hair salon. Now, she was going to a party. Dressed like that.

It wasn't that Levi particularly cared what Mikasa looked like. He was all for her dressing in her own style and finding herself in new clothes that she liked. Admittedly, she wore a lot of neutrals and earth tones. Unlike when she had been a child, her closet barely held any colors. Again, not the issue. It wasn't something he'd ever thought he would be worried about, either. But there was something about his fifteen year old daughter dressed in a faux-leather miniskirt, thigh high combat boots, and off-the-shoulder shirt that suddenly made him very aware of his daughter's burgeoning looks and sense of self.

"It's October, kid," Levi said, drinking his tea. "Wear a coat."

Mikasa's eyes narrowed at her father. She loathed when he spoke to her like that. Before, she'd blindly accepted it as concern. But her mind quickly told her it was a direct insult on her outfit. "I'm fine," she insisted, taking a lipstick out of her bag and applying it to her lips. She moved her lips together to make sure it evenly spread then reached into the fridge for a bottle of water.

Erwin came from the garage and stopped almost short, staring at Mikasa. "—Sweetheart, aren't you going to be cold?"

"I'm going to be fine," Mikasa responded, exasperated. She pulled out her phone and checked it quickly. Eren had texted her that he and Armin would be there shortly. They were about six minutes away. That meant six minutes more dealing with her fathers and their undoubted mental judgement.

When she looked up, she noticed a skeptical look from Levi. Sighing, Mikasa lifted her right leg and tugged at the dark tights which provided a thin layer over her skin. "Look, tights. One little millimeter of warmth and decency. No worries."

Grey eyes, which resembled Mikasa's own, rolled. "Not worried about decency. Glad you're wearing something you feel good in." If that was the response Mikasa wanted, then that was what she was going to get.

"—Remind me where you're going?" Erwin asked again, stepping around his daughter to grab some plates from the cabinet.

Mikasa stepped to the side to give her father room. "Ymir invited some of us over her place. We're just going to watch movies and hang out."

A chesty huff came from Levi. He set his tea down and leaned back in his chair with folded arms. "And you're dressed like that. For a 'movie night'?"

"Is there something wrong with me wanting to look nice?" Mikasa asked, antagonism clear in her delivery. "I can wear what makes me feel comfortable, Dad. Just like you've always told me."

Erwin put a plate in front of Levi and tapped his hand with his own. "Of course you can," he responded. "But it's going to be cold tonight. Even if you're inside, you might want to be a little more comfortable."

"Daddy, there's blankets. I'm going to be fine." Frowning deeply, Mikasa drank from her bottle of water and set it on the counter as she checked her phone again. Three minutes out. Only three more minutes of interrogation.

"Remind me who's going to be there? Just so Dad and I know," Erwin assured in his calm way. Good thing he asked because Levi was clearly skeptical and it would sound like an actual interrogation coming from him rather than Erwin, who always seemed to ask questions in a non-offensive way.

"Armin and Eren are getting me," Mikasa responded. "Historia will be there for sure. Connie, Sasha. I think Jean and Marco? And some of Ymir's friends. Annie, Bertholdt, Reiner—"

"Have we met them?" Asked Levi, lifting his chin as he thought to the parade of friends Mikasa had brought over in the past couple of years. Of course there had always been Eren. Armin had completed that little friend group quite early on in Mikasa's childhood. Except for Historia, he and Erwin knew the other kids. Except for the latter three.