𝔩𝔬 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔬 - mikasa

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now playing: blank - glare

you reached your apartment. you dropped to the sofa, tired and hurt. why did she do that? the mikasa ackerman you knew for 2 years wasn't that mean. more importantly, why was she with eren? there's no way they got back together the day after they broke up. you sighed and slowly drifted to sleep. your hands on ur phone, somehow on her message thread.

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'kasa

are u home
read 11:05pm

i know u saw my msg
read 11:30pm

look, if ur not answering, im going to u
read 11:50pm

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8:00

you woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. you jolt up from your sofa. you didn't bring anyone home last night, not that you remember of course. the only person that had your key was.. mikasa. you see her walk towards you and placed the plate on the table. you rub your eyes.

"why are you here?" you ask, still mad from before.

"you weren't answering my texts." she looked up at you. "so i went here." your eyes turned into eyes of confusion. she was calm. why?

"she texted?" you mumble to yourself. "yes, i did." somehow she heard you. "go eat." she puts a fork on your plate.

you hesitantly took the fork and ate the bacon and eggs. you felt eyes on you. you took one bite and placed the fork back.
"i'm full. i'm gunna shower." you stood up and walked to your room. she followed you and leaned against the door. "eat. y/n. you took one bite." she says sternly. "don't tell me what to do. go home, mikasa." she can see that you were hurt from yesterday.

she sighed and let go of the door. you rushed to the shower. you glanced at the unmade bed. she must've slept here. on the other hand, she took your plate and placed it in the fridge. she walked into your room and took one of your oversized shirts and wore it.

20 minutes had past. you went out, hoping she would've left already but no. you sigh and sprit some perfume on your neck and wrists. took your bag and left immediately after, remembering to take your cardigan. her eyes, locked onto you as you left and shut the door.

you took your headphones out of your bag and placed it over your head.

now playing: i can't go home, anymore - PRYVT

you slowly strolled to campus. constantly staring at the sky.

why am i pushing her away..? you thought to yourself. you like her. more than you like yourself. you pulled your phone out, looking at the recent messages that she sent you. you look up at the top of your phone.

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'kasa
typing...

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you quickly pressed back on the thread. you were too scared to read her message.

the vibration plays. at last. she sent her message. you reached campus by the time she sent the message. she probably wrote a paragraph or something. you chuckle.