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𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬, 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝙥𝙢. :: 📍 𝗠𝗶𝗺𝗶'𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲!
"Home alone" played lowly on the huge flat screen tv in front of you as you were currently entangled in many conversations all at once while focusing on making gingerbread houses with a few of the girls, while some of the others were in the kitchen making gingerbread cookies.
The five girls including you in cute matching pyjamas that Sasha had bought for all of you. The four of you sat down on the floor and you made sure to have a pillow to support your back a little.
"Sasha do not be eating all them m&m's. We need them for our gingerbread house!" Mikasa complains as Sasha pops one into her mouth. "I only had a fewwww! And it's not just me, Its them too." She points at Connie and Jean, making their own gingerbread house and eating the from the big bag of m&m's shared between you. She turns to give them a glare and Connie slowly withdraws his hand from the bag. "It's real strict over here..."
"Right," Jean replies, chuckling and you let out a sly "Ooooh," in response. "Me personally—I wouldn't take that now." You shrug, putting a candy cane wherever you see fit. "Instigator." Connie nudges your shoulder and you glance at him. "Just saying..." you smirk, looking at Shantel and she grins back at you.
"Jean, you're awfully quiet back there..." Mikasa glances in Connie's direction as he's quietly focused on his house, sitting beside him. "Am I?" He glances at Mikasa for a moment through his glasses. "I didn't 't even realize.."
You could say, he looked, well... good. If that was how to put it. As he slightly leaned over to place candy on his house, the gold chain around his neck dangles loosely and you notice the definition in his neck and jawline, leading down to his arms, hands...
"You are. Get talking Kirstein. I haven't seen you since God knows when and now you're on mute?" She remarks and he lets out a soft chuckle again. "My bad. Well, you know about my transfer and everything. Plus moving in with this one." He nudges Connie with his elbow. "Ow!" He yelps, clutching onto his stomach where he was hit.
Your eyes trail down lower to see him in a black shirt with plaid pyjama pants on. Oh, lord. Someone sedate me. Honorable mention—glasses, glasses, glasses. He looked so unbelievably edible, you could..."Y/ n!" Sasha hits your shoulder and you turn, jumping a little. "What?"
"I said, can you pass me the candy canes?" She says, looking at you. Her stare says "go get your man" but you respond with grabbing the bag of candy canes and handing them to her. "My bad." You smile awkwardly and she lets out a low hum in response, shrugging as she giggles at you.
"Dont start. " You mentally say to her hoping she's on the same wavelength. "Overall im doing pretty good. Nothing to worry about here." He replies and Mikasa nods. "Good, good. I can see you're in good health." She smiles, then she looks at you then back at him.
