SNK One-Shots

~Brother Dear (male!Mikasa x slightlysuicidal?reader)~

A/N: WARNING. Some fucking serious drama ahead lol whadafic. I don't know what i was thinking of when i began writing this; it was feom back in 2014 lol but i edited slightly and chaned i was like wrf is this whatever id i dont update pepl r gonna raeg and i donut want raeggggg beb merley smoks wed evrodai

Couple of serious feels ahead, and plis dont charge me for ruining ur happy mind if this does happen to trigger any strange behavioral changes, such as suicidal thoughts

Anywhore, plis enjoy at your own risk if you're like me and can't tolerate doughnuts/drama lol no jk i love u boston kreme don't leave me for lemon glaze bby !!!!!!!!!!!/8:8;&3&:&;&€/&/82 ok 360° les go

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"So... Just joined?" Braus asked me tentatively, searching an answer out of me. I smiled, closing my eyes as I nodded. "Yeah... How about you?" I then noticed her staring hungrily as I picked up my food. "Are chu' gonna eat that?"

I shook my head, pouring it all on her plate. "Yeeees!" she celebrated and quickly answered my question as she inhaled her new bread. "Yep! All of us in this mess hall are pretty much new to the camp grounds... So hell, why not enjoy this as our first..." She paused, taking a huge whiff out of my old soup, "lovely meal?"

As Sasha continued talking to me about her cooking skills, I could feel eyes burn into my back. So I turned around to see Ackerman's older brother staring at me.

His silver eyes locked onto my (e/c) eyes, as I emmited no movement. Neither did he, his messy black hair fallen out of order. He had a very similar face to Mikasa, I could tell completely. For a 15-year old, he was incredibly muscular. He was buff and seemed very tall. An even darker red scarf hung from his neck, his eyes not leaving me.

I eventually turned back around, and stood up, walking back to my own table. Which was with them, surely enough. I sat next to Eren, infront of Makoto, Mikasa's brother.

"Hey," I mumbled towards Makoto as the others spoke. "Hello," He said silently, not leaving my eyes for a single second, it even was starting to scare me slightly. But hell, it was always like this.

I sighed, looking down at my lap. "You alright?" I asked him, not looking up. I could tell he was still staring at me. He hummed a silent 'yes' in response. Damn, he was even more encrypting than Mikasa. But this I knew, from having to know him for already three whole years. We met when we were 12.

Not the best way to meet, though; going with your younger cousin and doctor uncle to do a check-up and find out that he later kills three men in order to save a little girl and her older brother. Honestly, it was too surprising.

I felt Makoto grab my shoulder.

"(Y/N)?"

I instantly came back, my eyes wide as I looked up at him. I finally realized, after a year, that all those feelings...

I did have a crush on him, after all...

He grabbed my hand. "Are you alright?" I managed a smile, reluctuantly pulling away. It left him sort of dissapointed that I did. I blinked twice, trying to clear my mind out of its trance. "Yeah, I'm okay... Just thinking." His eyes didn't leave my eyes either, and I had a feeling he'd been watching me this whole time. "Well, you've been thinking for quite a while."

And if you think about it, yes. Makoto was incredibly over-protective on me. I was what Eren was to Mikasa, but to Makoto instead. And it was even worse than Eren's case: because atleast I was smart, and because Makoto was thrice as over-protective. I never really knew why, if I only got in trouble once or twice really. But wherever I went, he'd follow. Mikasa usually said that he was clingy, but he would then say the same about her and Eren. And Mikasa would stop for the while. But truthfully, I never minded him around me. He was kind of adorable sometimes, still wearing my scarf to this day.