Eremika Week 2018

Monster

Eremika Week Day 1: First Meeting/First Time

Rating: Mature

"Eren, you're not a bad person." [MANGA SPOILERS]

Welcome to Eremika Week 2018! I'm thrilled to be back writing again for a second year in a row. And, uh, wow what a way to start. This is the only mature piece I've written for this week and the first smut I've ever written, so please bear with me lol. This meeting takes place post-Marley battle after Eren has been released from prison. Enjoy, and expect a new fic each day this week.

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Mikasa's curled fist lightly knocks against Eren's shut door. Though he has just been freed from his time in prison, he continues to act distant, and Mikasa intends to know why. Her knock echoes off the wooden frame, but no response comes from inside.

"Eren," she calls.

The repeated silence is stifling.

"I'm coming in," she announces, her hand twisting the knob. The door slowly opens, revealing Eren laying on his bed, his back flat and his eyes looking upward toward the ceiling. He has most definitely heard her.

Only when Mikasa shuts the door behind her does Eren finally glance toward her. His eyes are darkened, lacking every bit of the fire and rage that once existed in them. Though he slowly sits up, he keeps the silence and diverts his gaze down to the ground.

"Why didn't you answer?" she asks when he says nothing.

"Did you want me to?"

Mikasa frowns. She still stands near the door, unsure whether or not to close the space between them just yet.

"Why are you acting strange?" she asks quietly, pressing her palms back against the door behind her.

"Why are you here?" Eren asks in response.

She digs her nails into her palms, beginning to become frustrated with his lackluster answers.

"I wanted to check on you," Mikasa says innocently enough. "You haven't been yourself since..."

"Since I left to Marley? I hadn't noticed. Thanks for making me aware," he replies coldly, still avoiding her gaze.

Mikasa takes a deep breath and steps forward. Her shoes clack against the wooden floor until the sound of a harsh slap echoes through the room. Eren clutches his reddened cheek, finally being forced to make eye contact with her.

"Oi, Mikasa?! What was that for?" he exclaims. His eyes may still be dull, but she's beginning to hear the familiar inflections of his voice again.

She kneels down so that now they are both at head level.

"Why won't you talk to the others?" she asks.

"They wouldn't want to speak to me. Don't you think I'm a monster too?" Eren asks, his voice becoming dreary again.

In all the trials she's faced alongside Eren, not once has Mikasa ever perceived him to be so. Even in his titanic form, she's still seen the same passionate soul deep down. Even in his recent trip to Marley, she knows his intentions were meant to be good. She knows he blames himself for Sasha's death, for Historia's pregnancy, and for most likely any future evils that will come to them.

Mikasa reaches her hand forward toward his face. Eren winces, most likely fearing she'll hit him again, but she gently presses the cheek she slapped and runs her thumb across the warm skin there.