Bertholdt x Mikasa Modern AU (Bertkasa/BeruMika)

Part 6

~Bertholdt's POV~

Mikasa led me to a different lounge room on the other side of the hall.

"Less people, nice and quiet how I like it" was what she had told me.

She was right. When we arrived it was as if all the noise of talking and insignificant sounds of cabinents opening and closing, people scrambling to call their parents, and bags of chips opening had all disappeared into a faint clamour. The storm was barely heard and the vibe mellow with pale lighting and white walls with hospital floors. I looked around. The furniture was welcoming, like a centre for art. I forgot about when I used to be in the freshman hall my first year, it was nice. There were a few people scattered in the lounge, mostly on their devices or reading a book while curled in a blanket probably made by their grandmothers.

The tropical storm at this point sounded like white noise.

We sat down on a couch and Mikasa clicked on the television and channel surfed until she found a channel with something comical. I would have pegged her for more of serious person who enjoys informational or serious shows and films, I guess not anymore.

I started to hear pitter patters of feet running from a distance and before I could inspect Sasha ran in, blitzed and with craze in her eyes.

She saw Mikasa, stomped forward with a horde of food in her arms and dumped it all over the coffee table. She had the biggest smile on.

"Uhm?" Mikasa replied in a questioning tone.

"COME HERE YOU BUNDLE OF JOY WITH RELIABLE INFORMATION!" Sasha shouted and leaned forward grabbing Mikasa into a hug over the coffee table, shaking her around and about.

"ThankYouThankYouThankYouThankYouThaaannkkkYoooouuu!" Sasha repeated quickly and sing - songy, rocking Mikasa in a hug to the rhythym of her words of gratitude.

"Okay Sasha, that's enough." Mikasa pat Sasha's back.

Letting go, Sasha looked over at me.

"So. Who's your cute friend?" She asked blutnly, smiling ever so brightly.

I began to sweat and instantly felt my face get hot. Oh god. Am I getting red again?
Hold it together Bertholdt, don't soak Mikasa's clothes. She'll be pissed or worse yet--disgusted!

~Mikasa's POV~

I felt my cheeks get red when Sasha blurted out her question so non chalantly. I quickly gathered myself, answering her question.

"If you're talking about Bertholdt, he's a Sophomore living in the Junior's and Senior's hall. Way out of your league kiddo."

Sasha's face instantly grew angry. I then braced myself to get my head yelled of.

"I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I'VE DATED THE BEST SENIOR HERE FOR TWO SEMESTERS--VALEDVICTORIAN AND THE SCHOOL'S TOP ATHLETE I COULD HAVE ANYONE MS SNOOTY SNOOT!"

"Yeah?" I rhetorically asked. "Well we all saw how that worked out?"

"WHY--YOU LITTLE B-"

"Hey" someone [Mina] stated in a tired and slightly annoyed voice. "Could you two keep it down, trying to get my chillax on without potato girl and emo chick going at it okay?"

Oh fuck.

Before Sasha could do anything it was as if Bertholdt had teleported out of nowhere, picked Sasha up, and held her in the air away from Mina, who had quickly crawled back with her back against the wall from Sasha's anger.