Ten Thousand Needles (Yandere!Eren x Mikasa)

Opened Feelings

A/N: I apologize for that little troll phase. It won't happen again lol.

Armin took Jean to Eren's living room and lay him on the sofa. On the other hand, Mikasa went to help Eren with his eyes. 

"Oi, Jean! Wake up!" Armin shook the tortured victim.

Jean wouldn't respond to Armin's call. The blonde boy checked his pulse to feel a normal rhythmic beat coarse through his veins from his neck to his wrist to make sure he was okay. As a result, Jean was just peacefully asleep.

"Ah, I can still taste the spice." Armin huffed as he remembered how he attacked Eren.

Armin knew his way around knots ever since he joined the girl scouts with Mikasa when they were kids. He disguised himself as a little girl so he'd spend more time with Mikasa during that one summer. During the time Armin and Mikasa were kept in the basement, Armin pretended to fall asleep to find an opening. He felt something strange in his pocket. He quickly fished it out, only to find a habanero inside. He remembered when Connie tried to shove it in his pants as a prank before they left. Fortunately, Connie missed and it slipped into his pocket. Armin clenched onto the pepper in his hand to find the right time. In the end when Eren decided to surrender and give up for Mikasa, Armin took the chance to chew the pepper. He quickly slipped out of the ropes that bonded him and spat out the chewed pepper in his hands, thus shoving it into Eren's eyes to give them an opening to escape.

Armin took a glass of milk afterwards to get rid of the spice in his mouth while Mikasa took Eren to the bathroom to wash out the pepper mixed with Armin's spit. 

 Armin awkwardly sat by Jean for a good minute before he got up to look around Eren's house. He noticed that Eren had a whole stock of books filling his shelves. For a psychotic young man, Eren kept things tidy around his home. Armin inspected the books to see that all of them were written by one author. 

".... Grisha... Jaeger..?" Armin picked up a familiar cover and skimmed through the pages.

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"H-How am I supposed to do this, Mikasa?" Eren stuttered.

"Just pour the milk over your eyes, here." She rushed him as he grabbed the cold glass of milk she prepared for him.

Eren forced his eyes to open, lifting up his chin as he dumped the glass of milk in both of his red eyes. 

"Ahh... It's working..." He chuckled as he blinked.

"It is? Okay, I'll go and get you another glass in case--"

"No." 

Eren grabs her by the wrist to stop her from leaving. He lowered his head, allowing the milk to soak in and minimize the pain.

"Can you run the shower head?" Eren kindly requested, keeping his eyes closed.

"What, you're gonna take a shower?" 

"Get me the shower head." He lifted his hand, waiting for Mikasa to hand him the shower head.

"You're gonna get wet." Mikasa commented as she turns on the cold water.

Eren sprayed his face, washing out the milk. Once he was finished, Mikasa turned off the water as he shook his head and wiped his face with his sleeve.

"I'm sorry.... That I hurt you." He spoke.

"I should've known better. In the end, I was the one who ruined our relationship...." He kept his eyes buried in his sleeve.

"If anyone.... I was actually the one who broke that promise..." Eren's voice cracked as his body began to shake.

"I'm such an idiot, Mikasa... I'm such an idiot.." He croaked as tears started flowing down his cheeks as he removed his sleeve from his face.

Out of sympathy, Mikasa wrapped her arms around him, patting him on the back.

"I hurt you so much..... Someone like me should never deserve you, Mikasa." He cringed, desperately clutching onto Mikasa, pulling her close.

"I'll help you, Eren. I'm here for you." She replied.

"We can make things right. We can start all over again." Mikasa offered.

"Yeah... I wanna do that." He sniffed, pulling away to wipe his teary eyes.

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"Armin, how is he?" Mikasa asked.

"He'll be alright. We just need to...." 

There he was, face to face with the suspect. Eren seemed like any normal kid, yet there was a slight problem with his brain in any case. 

"Uh, hey." Eren nervously greeted.

"I'm sorry about what I did... B-But I'm not asking you to forgive me--"

"Are you Grisha Jaeger's son?" Armin interrupted.

"Huh? Oh, yes." Eren scratched the back of his head.

"I've read one of your father's books." He commented.

"Oh..." 

"They're pretty good." Armin turned away.

"Thanks." Eren smiled.

"Mikasa, I want to talk to you... Privately." The blonde boy glanced at Eren for a second before he laid eyes on Mikasa.

Eren turns to Mikasa and nods towards her. 

"You stay here and watch Jean. Don't do anything stupid, okay?" Mikasa warned him.

"Yes, I understand. I'll wait." Eren obediently sits on a chair on the opposite side from Jean, closing his eyes from tiredness.

Armin cautiously took Mikasa to a different area in the house, making sure that no one hears their conversation.

"I'm sorry for everything Armin, I should've told you about him---"

"No. There's no need for you to apologize. Connie had already told me." Armin commented.

"Oh..." 

"Mikasa, I just want to let you know that Eren is the son of the famous novel writer Grisha Jaeger." 

"And... What's so secretive about it?" Mikasa asked.

"I read his biography book before."

"And...?"

"In the text, Grisha stated that Eren has a serious case of Dependant Personality Disorder."