Ten Thousand Needles (Yandere!Eren x Mikasa)

Awareness

"Did you get her number?" The young freckled-face asked.

"Wha? Oh uh, no. I didn't." Jean rubbed his neck, feeling the heat rise.

"What'd she say to you?"

"She says that she wants to apply a job here."

"Really?! Jean, that's great!" Marco jumped.

"Why are you getting so excited?--"

"Aren't you as happy as I am?? You get to work with her here everyday! And you might be able to reel her in with this opportunity!"

"Marco, dude seriously, I just met her." Jean motioned his hands to stop Marco from gleaming with joy.

"You're right, these things take time..." Marco's expression of fireworks died out with a sigh.

The freckled teenager wraps an arm around Jean's neck, almost catching him off balance.

"But don't you worry. I'll support you." Marco chuckled, ruffling Jean's bed of hair.

"Thanks freckled Jesus."

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(The next day)

Mikasa walked to school alone, thinking about what had happened yesterday. She couldn't shake off his lustful attitude towards her. She couldn't stand seeing him again, not after what he had done. First of all, it actually creeped her out when she found out about Eren trailing her to her house. And second, he had lost control of himself only because she was having a friendly conversation with Jean. Mikasa was worried about Eren. She couldn't just let him live like that. She knew she had to change him somehow. It's hard for a person to change his/her own personality. She had to be strong to tame him. Not really giving him what he wants but what he needs.

"MIKASA!"

The asian felt something heavy on her back. She almost fell forward until the weight was lifted.

"Why're you going to school so early? It's funny seeing you here!" The bubbly girl appeared.

"W-Why are you guys here? You scared me." Mikasa smiled.

"Connie has to talk to the teacher about some missing homework. Isn't that right, Connie?" Sasha glanced at her close partner.

"Ah yeah, hahaha." Connie laughed in embarrassment.

"Sasha, what time is it?" Mikasa tested the young girl.

"Oh uh... It's about..." Sasha looked up at the sky, staring into space.

"Six.... Six thirty-two I'd say."

"Looks like it doesn't it?" Mikasa smiled. She believed that Sasha was telling the truth, and that her estimation in telling time from the sky is truly a gift.

"Hey, I think I have an idea."

Mikasa's words brought the two friends together, sandwiching her from side to side.

"Oh do tell!"

"I'm listening."

"How about we cook something at my place next Sunday?" Mikasa thought out loud.

"I think it sounds fantastic!" Sasha clasped her hands together, closing her eyes in prayer of visualizing good food.

"What should we cook?" Connie asked.

"Anything, really." Mikasa shrugged.

"Welp! I'm definitely on it! I will make a side dish so good that your lives will be flashed before your eyes to see me as the most famous chef in the universe!" Sasha raised her hands up high, expressing her dream.