Missing Keys

Chapter 12

Mikasa was coming home that day. For the whole morning Eren spent his morning by cleaning every inch on the house. He mopped the bathroom floor, vacuumed the living room and kitchen, made his bed, wiped down the counters, and dusted the study. The only thing he couldn't do was make the house not smell like sweat.

The struggles of having a house that didn't have air conditioning.

Eren didn't know why Mikasa would get mad if he didn't clean before she got home. In fact when Mikasa is home she's out most of the time with a friend. It wouldn't even matter if he cleaned or not. He doesn't make that much of a mess anyway... Beside occasionally vomiting on the floor.

He leaned against the wall in the study. Eren wiped the sweat from his brow and lowed himself onto the floor. The light reflected off of his fathers old piano making the room a tad bit brighter. Book shelves lined two of the walls and met together at the corner. By the piano an old chair had been placed. Eren remembered when they bought the chair. Mikasa explained that maybe if they bought the chair that he liked the most maybe he would read more.

"If you sit in a good chair with a good book you shall read good." Mikasa said something like that when she proposed the idea.

Even though Eren got the chair he liked he still didn't sit down and read any of Mikasa's books. After having the chair for a week and Eren still hadn't read anything so Mikasa locked Eren inside the room by barricading the door from the outside. She'd strictly told him that she wouldn't let him out until he read one book. In the end Eren read Real Mermaids Don't Wear Toe Rings, a book that he got Mikasa as a joke after having a argument about mermaids. 

His eyes went to the piano. Grisha's piano that his mother had no use for. Mikasa gladly took it out of the house and moved it into Trost. Eren felt like the only reason why she brought it into the house was because she wanted to taunt him with the memories that the piano held. The precious memories of Armin. It sure didn't feel like it had been eight years since he's last saw him. If felt like twenty.

Eight years since he last saw Armin's perfection.

Most people who've heard the his story that he didn't share would have thought that he would despise the piano. Those people would have been completely wrong.

He smiled at the sight once more before getting up and exiting the room.

In the afternoon Eren skipped lunch again. Instead of making himself lunch he sat on his ass watching Steven Universe (Garnet and Lion are his favourite) on his laptop. Mikasa once caught Eren watching the show and thought he was watching porn since he slammed the laptop shut when she walked in. He only did it because he was embarrassed. what kind of 25 year old watches cartoons? Actually don't answer that... Many 25 year olds do.

After watching too many episodes to count Eren closed his laptop for the time being. He looked down at his phone and scrolled through all the messages that he missed from the group chat. As he scrolled to the very bottom he realized that he missed four calls from Mikasa.

Shitshitshitshitshit

CALM DOWN

I CAN'T CALM DOWN!

IT'S JUST MIKASA!

EXACTLY!

He unlocked the phone and dialled Mikasa's number, his fingers crossed and whispered, "please don't kill me please don't kill me please don't kill me p---"

"Eren." Her voice came out low. Eren look in a shaky breath, "Hi!" His voice came out higher than expected.

"What were you doing?"