3rd person pov
It's 5am and Erens punching the punching bag,as it sinks in as his harsh hand pounds into it.Sweat is running down his face, glistening his face,as his hair is perfectly tied in a bun
Due to the excessive work,he's wearing no shirt, allowing himself to be free, showcasing his rock hard abs.The click of the door.
A beautiful girl, with short black hair enters the studio and spots the training man.
"Oh hey Eren" she says whilst approaching him and smiling,as she leans against the wall next to him, watching as he pulls up on he bars,his biceps glistening.
He greets her in a strained voice as he pulls himself up and down.
"Come join me" he asks as he gets down and gives out his hand for her to climb on the step and reach upwards.
She chuckles as she shifts uncomfortable as his arm is outstretched to her, allowing Erens pristine muscles showcased to her.
"O-oh no I'm okay I don't even have the right clothes"she says whilst chuckling awkwardly,stepping back and getting ready to leave"I was here because levi asked to check if your okay at the studio"
She turns back but as shs walking she gets interrupted"those shorts will due"
She turns around, confused by what he said,and meant
"You can work out with those shorts and what not" he reiterates, clarifying his points.
"O-oh righttt hahaha" she chuckles as she begins to get ready, awkwardly taking off her skirt "how did- you know I was wearing-".
Eren interrupts her,as he stifles a chocked cough, his eyes averting towards a distance as her urges her to hurry up
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Mikasa pov
I swing my arms towards the punch bag,my feet planted steadily,a urge spiking up my arm as I'm ready to deliver a string and impactful punch towards to punchbag
This feels so natural.I feel like I've done this before.As the bag comes swaying back, catching me by surprise, instantaneously I duck and crash my leg to divert it.
As the now defeated punching bag smashes towards the wall, breaking itself from it's chains,I stare dumbfounded.How did I do that?As I pant heavily, Eren rushes towards me
"I head a bang what happened-", he stares at the neglected punching bag,as it lays there stripped from it's chains."How did you-"
"I don't know"I quickly breathe out,unable to look at him as I excuse myself to the bathroom.
As I reach the cold,stony room,I splash my face with cold water.Why?Why did I remember to do all of that? From the planting of my feet to he reflexes?
I try to retrace my thoughts,why was I thinking in that moment?
A flash forces me my eyes to widen as I remember a younger Levi standing infront if me as he teaches me some martial arts, demonstrating the same moves that I did.My mind instantly flashes through all my memories with Levi,like a flipping picture book,from when I was young until the last time I saw him,a year ago before -
The visions stop as a dark black flash limits me from remembering anymore ,as I snap back into reality.
There's still one thing I can't piece together, regardless if Levi thought me martial arts or not ,I still had an urge which made me feel powerful and this urge is always present when i feel passion for something.I wonder why.Hange pov
As I sip my lukewarm tea,the minty flavours oozing into my mouth.
Typing into my computer,as the clicking of the keyboard echos through the room.One thing hasn't left my mind and I'm willing to find out more about it.
As I search"Hizuru clan" through the search bar.I reach towards my mouse, seeing pages and pages of articles due to the mere popularity and scandalousness of this,but I start by clicking the first article I see.
"Hizuru:lost monarch"
As I scroll through the pages and pages of writing, something catches my eye,as the article begins to talk about the fall of the hizuru empire , questioning the end as they still "allegedly"search for the monarch.
I grab my phone and call Levi, immediately he picks up
"What do you want four eyes?"he asks
I laugh at the irony of his fast reply and his agitated tone juxtaposing each other.
"What are you even doing right now to be answering so quickly? Where's Mikasa?"I ask as I scoff.
"I asked Mikasa to check on Eren at the studio but as far as I'm aware Im just killing time usedlessly",he says with a breath of exhaustion,as a wave of sadness overcomes me.He shouldn't be confined in his wheelchair,it's all because of Zeke.
"Well I have a task for you"I ask in a cheery tone, hoping to change the mood.
"Go ahead"
"I was just wondering about Mikasas mother,her origin"
He pauses"she's Japanese but we never really talked about her background,she never brought it up tho-"he stops.
"Tho what"I pressure him,ina curious voice,urging him to continue
He hesitates"she did go over to Japan once to visit her grandmother but when they came back,I remember her mum wishing to never go back again.She was angry."
He says in a enigmatic tone."Do you know why?"
"No- she never spoke about it again, not that she ever even spoke anyways"
"Thanks levi "I say,as I jot down everything he tells me,so I don't forget
"I'm going to sleep now, bye " he says in which I respect and he cuts the call.
As I scroll through more of the article I come across a blocked website, which relates to the hizuru clan,requiring professional login to access the website.
I quickly type in Zeke's logins ( yes I stole it in the way) and immediately I'm granted access,that man really has a lot of connections.
I scroll through the page, which seems to be a hizuru info page about the monarchy and the clan,my eye spots something.
'The monarchs quirks' the title reads which says the Hizuru leader will feel an inkling of power every time they have passion for someone.
I jot it down,as this unaccessible website proved itself to be very useful and interesting.
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Eremika:When The Time Is Right
FanfictionTW: Self hrm || Death || Drinking and smoking || Sexual assault || Contains smut || -[Cover creds:]- @narutoss_ramen on twitter Nerdy, top of the class Mikasa, finds herself forced to tutor her ex best friend Eren, after not talking for years. But a...