𝔩𝔬 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔬 - mikasa

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having her in my arms was the last thing i could ever want in my life. we have been hugging for 5 minutes. i gently pulled away and held her face while looking at her. her eyes was sparkling. i loved her. i loved everything about her. but does she?

i pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. 12pm. i sighed and looked at her. i just realized. she was holding on to my hand that was holding her face the whole time.

"don't let go.." she turns her head so her red lips slightly touched my hand, her eyes closed and rubbing her smooth skin on my hand. her skin was so smooth. not a single flaw in it. shes perfect. but i wasn't. i wanted to kiss her. so bad. but she wouldn't want that from me. "we need to get to class, mikasa." i held her chin and turned her head towards me with my free hand. she nods and i let go. that would probably be last time i get to touch her face.

she held my arm while we walked to our class. we met here. in this very room. we both took art. sometimes i wonder. if i didn't take art, would i have met her? i sat down at our usual seats. at the very back of the room. beside each other.

a squared glasses teacher entered the class and cleared her throat. everybody in the class went silent. "alrighty class. today, you'll be painting this."

she pulls out her slides and shows the picture. it was beautiful. "ahem, this counts as 45% your final grade. so do this seriously, alright?" the class responds as she stood in the center front of the room. i turn to mikasa. she was putting on her apron. she always looked heavenly in that apron. no matter what she wore. she caught me staring. i turned and took my apron off the floor and put it on. i used my prehiperal vision and saw a pair of eyes. she was staring at me as well. i didn't look at her. i pretended like i didn't see her.

i took a small brush and started mixing in some colors to create the sage green color for the background. i saw mikasa do the same. i took a deep breath and started painting.

"ah.. i forgot to mention." my teacher lifts her glasses up. "don't rush. i will give you 2 days to complete this artwork. feel free to make mistakes because you can redo it, as long as you can finish it in time." she adds. i sighed in relief.

i heard mikasa chuckle. "nervous, huh?" she looks at me. "yeah. haha.." i reply. "don't worry, if you need me, just say the word." she smiles and continues with her work. i nod slowly and turned back to my artwork.
yes.. i need you. so bad.

an hour and a half has passed. everyone had gone except me and mikasa. i took an extra thirty minutes to touch up my work. i hadn't finished yet but mikasa was already nearly done. "how are you so fast?" i asked. impressed by how good her progress was in such a short amount of time. she laughs at my remark. she removed her apron and walked up to me to remove mine. my heart was beating. she grabbed my bag and hers. and then, me. "we have tommorow to finish. dont pressure yourself, y/n."

we walked to her apartment. she went to the kitchen to cook. i was chilling in her couch while she cooked. i could smell the aroma coming from her kitchen. i shot up and walked there. i grabbed her shoulder to look over to see what she was cooking.

"mikasa! i love carbonara!" i smiled. i had not smile with my teeth ever since i got bullied in high school. but it just showed, when i was with her. she just stared at me. i closed my mouth, thinking she was disgusted with me. "y/n." she turned off the stove and pulled my hand out of my mouth.

"don't be afraid to show yourself to me. you shouldn't hide yourself when you just want to be happy." she looks at me. those eyes.. fuck. i want to kiss her so bad. "i love your smile, y/n. please, never hide it from me." she hugs me and i hug back. a weight lifted off my shoulders. i'd never been reassured like this before.
she held my face and then a knock sounds at the door.
i looked at her. wondering if she knew who it was
but it seemed she didn't know too. "you continue cooking, ill answer the door." you give a half smile at her. she was holding my upper arm so as i walked to the door her hands slowly slid down my arm and eventually, my hands seperated from hers.

my hand was on the door knob. as i was about to open, i stopped myself because i heard someone at the opposite side.

"stop ringing the doorbell! they'll come,just give it a sec, jeez!" a man spoke. it was quite hard to hear or recognize the voice. "what if they don't come? we'll just be waiting forever!" a female voice appears. before they could continue, i open the door. they both stopped arguing and looked at me. their eyebrows deep into the middle of their eyes.

"uh.. is this the wrong apartment?" the brunette female whispers to the man. though, it was loud enough for me to hear them.

"are you looking for mikasa?" i lean against the doorframe. "yeah. yeah. mikasa." he adds. i turn to mikasa. she was already looking at the door as she overheard you guys talk. "i'm here." she voices out. loud enough for all of you to hear as she walks fast towards you.

"mikasa!!!" the female jumps into her arms. "come in..." i mumble. "hey guys! how have you been?" she turns to look at your face. my face looking anywhere else but them. i was shy. i have never been a social person. the only people you talk to in uni was armin, mikasa and eren. my heart was beating. not knowing what to do in this situation. mikasa notices and breaks the conversation between her, the bald guy and the brunette.

"ahem. this is my bestfriend! y/n." she smiles as she grabs the middle of my arm. "hi, y/n!! im sasha!"
"yowww, it's connie! whats up" u smile at them. they were funny. sasha was adorable. the way she spoke was really cute. i was warming up to them. "hi, guys." i say softly, still quite shy.

"sit down, guys. ill fix you all a plate of carbonara." just hearing 'carbonara' almost makes me drool. looks like sasha was the same. i sat down at her dining table. scrolling through instagram while waiting. "here you guys go!" i watch her exit the kitchen and to the dining area. shes really hot. she held four plates all at once. 1 on her both hands the other two rested on her arms. she placed one on either side of the table and sat beside me. i took a fork and ate her food. she made it just like how my mom did. with little ham slices inside. i smiled at the thought and continued eating.

mikasa broke the silence. "so.. where have you guys been?" the sounds of the spoons clacking onto the ceramic plates keeps you from dozing off. "i barely see you around campus." she adds. "we- we barely go.. haha" sasha answers she was still chewing on her food. 
you look at her as she talks. making sure no one feels like they're talking to a wall. "yeah. we felt like going there was a waste, if im being honest." connie adds on to sashas answer. "all we wanna do is go to parties right now." he laughs. i laugh. we all laugh.

30 minutes had past and we all finished eating. i took initiative to clean the dishes while they all watched tv at the living room. i turned on the speaker and played my spotify playlist while doing the dishes. i was in my own little world. i didn't care about my surroundings.

i suddenly felt warm arms wrap around my hips. i turn and see mikasa. her head pressed deep into my shoulders. "hi." she looks up at me staring down at her. she looks so fucking cute. "hi, mikasa." i off the tap and turned around to look at her. her arms was still wrapped around my hips. "you can do that later.. sit down with me." she mumbles. had she been drinking for the past 10 mins of me washing dishes? its only 4pm.

"did you drink, mikasa?" i lift her chin up so she can look into my eyes. she wasn't her usual self. i liked it.
she shook her head. liar. shes so pretty when she's drunk. she grabbed my arm and pulled me to the living room. i was shocked. this place was a mess. and it had only been 10 mins.. what the hell. connie was gulping down a cup and sasha was sleeping on his lap. "come." she says. mikasa sits down on the sofa. she pats her lap signalling me to put my head on her lap. i do as she directs and i look at her lips while lying down on her lap.

"you're prettyy, y/n." shes so cute when shes drunk.