sasha, what the fuck? {mikasasha}

three

Things were going well for Sasha attendance wise. She's been showing up to all her classes with no issues for the past few days, mostly due to the fact that Mikasa had been forking over half of her lunch so she'd make an effort. It didn't really matter though, more importantly attendance wasn't an issue, what was an issue was Sasha's work effort.

She would show up to class and do one of three things, snack, cause a ruckus with Connie and Jean, or nap. She knew this wasn't exactly what Levi had in mind when he appointed Mikasa to be Sasha's babysitter, so she decided it was time to start her on the path to actually making it to senior year.

So her plan to tutor Sasha was in motion, she'd asked Armin for help, she knew he helped Eren with his homework all the time, if she got his help it would be the perfect balance. Good cop and bad cop. There's no way she had the patience to help Sasha all on her own, and Armin is the nicest person she knows, good hearted and kind. She'll admit sometimes he freaks her the fuck out, he can go into these rants about terrifying world altering topics for minutes at a time, like a child in a horror movie.

Moving on.

Unfortunately he had to decline, he was helping Eren with his classes this semester, as last semester he failed about half of them. Armin actually had to beg him to help him study, Eren insists on doing most things alone but he really isn't the brightest. So Armin helping was out of the question leaving Mikasa alone Sasha. Hopefully this goes well, though she doesn't think it will.

She approached Sasha after class as she was walking out the door with Connie and Jean, who had also been going to class, which came as a surprise to Mikasa. Usually whenever Sasha skipped one or both of them would skip out with her, she always assumed it's because they all just never wanted to go to class, but it seems to be Sasha was the only one of them who minded showing up to class. She always thought Connie was just like Sasha, but he's more well behaved then she is by far.

"Hey Sasha." Mikasa spoke as she got closer. "We're studying, come on let's go to my dorm."

Sasha immediately started to complain. "Ahhh Mikasa, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Why would I, to give you an opportunity to run off? Come on, stop complaining, I know you're failing at least two of your classes, we need to make sure you actually make it to senior year." Mikasa grabbed Sasha's ponytail and gently yanked her along while Jean and Connie waved her off.

About halfway down the hallway Sasha finally got Mikasa to let go of her ponytail. She rubbed at her scalp and fixed her asew ponytail before starting to talk Mikasa's ear off.

"We should get snacks before we start, study snacks are a thing right?" Sasha asked.

"No."

Sasha giggled silently. "Right, cause I'm the only snack allowed in your dorm right Mikasa?"

Mikasa decided to humor her and nodded. Sasha wasn't that bad to get along with, her flirty tendencies were more jokes than anything, so she'd put up with them. Sometimes they're even funny, so she doesn't mind.

They made a pit stop at the vending machine before heading all the way back to the dorms, she knew it would be easier to just let her buy a few snacks than to take her with an empty stomach. She got a few mini bags of hot cheetos and two chocolate bars. She wanted to get three but she didn't have enough money, watching her scour for change was kind of humorous, but she did feel a little bad, so she pulled out a dollar bill and handed it to her.

"You can only use fifty cents, I want the change back."

Sasha looked at her like she just handed her the keys to a brand new car. "Mikasa! I owe you my life thank you!"