Mikasasha - OneShots

{Imagination}

Mikasa Ackerman. The schools loner. Always cold, scowling, studying, reading, she basically avoided socialising at all costs, like it was a matter of life and death. People usually called her names, mostly revolving around ice or being cold, the girl didn't seem to care however. She just kept reading. She was also subject for many dares, some simply to sit by her and talk, or others going as far as slapping her... those usually ended with broken arms, and not her's.

Mikasa was beautiful, athletic, smart, all around everyone's perfect girl, except most people hated her personality.

"Go, go sit by her!" A boy commanded in a hushed yell. Mikasa could hear heavy footsteps approaching her, consequently, she turned her back to the person, trying as hard as she could to lead her concentration back to her book.

"Sappho plunged her sword into the mighty dragon, blood showering the land, the demonic sprints writhing within her broke free, the darkenesz clustering above the clouds. Sappho fell into Athena's arms. Athena watched her lovingly, caressing her pale face as she drew her sword-"

"HEY!" Came a female voice to Mikasa's side. It seems the person had been calling her for a while, yet Mikasa was absorbed in her activity.

"What?" She spat, sending a glare towards the girl. She had her hair tied up in a brown ponytail, side swept bangs covering one side of her forehead. Her chocolate brown eyes stared expectantly towards Mikasa, curiosity filling her features, like water into a cup.

"What'cha readin'?" The girl leaned closer, causing Mikasa to uncomfortably shuffle away. Mikasa hated every human being; this girl was no exception. "Oh yeah! My name's Sasha!" The girl beamed a toothy smile, something Mikasa never remembers doing herself.

"Leave me alone."

"But you look lonely!" The girl objected. Mikasa had spent most of her life that way, so she was fine.

"I'm not, you can leave now."

"Well too bad! I'm staying."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to be my friend!"

"No."

"But-"

"I said No. Leave me alone." Sasha huffed, dragging her bag along the floor back to the boy.

Form. Girls were crowding around a single table, for a reason Mikasa didn't care about. Mikasa took her seat towards the back, the one closest to the window, away from everyone else. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor caused Mikasa to look up. No one ever sat with her. Mikasa's eyes met the choclate ones she had seen just a few minutes before. "Oh." She let slip.

"I won't leave you alone until you say you're my friend!" Great. I don't want any friends. Although I could just agree to it and get her to stop bugging me... but then she may bother me even more, thinking we're closer than we are... probably not.

"Fine. I'm your friend. Now let me read." A few people turned Mikasa's way, shocked to see someone sitting beside her. Mikasa sent a glare their way, causing them to immediately turn around.

"Great! Hey! Sit with us at lunch, 'kay?"

"We'll see." No.

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The lessons passed quickly, quicker than usual anyway. Mikasa was pit against her rival, Armin Arlert in a contest of who can get the highest marks on the test. What he didn't know was that Mikasa didn't waist time laughing with friends and actually studied. Now tht she thought about it, she was lonely. Watching Armin laugh with his friends and still get spectacular grades. It shouldn't be that hard, right?

Mikasa was the first in the cafeteria to sit down, she had claimed her usual dinner of pasta and meatballs with potaoes and beans, with a box of grapes on the side. It may look distusting to anyone passing by, but it gave Mikasa all the nutrients she needed in order to maintain her form.

"Mikasa!!!" Came the recognisable voice, Sasha was obviously running towards her. Sasha placed her plate beside Mikasa. She had a jacket potato. And smiled. Mikasa didn't pay much attention to what Sasha and her friends conversing, yet for a reason Mikasa couldn't comprehend, she often glanced up to watch Sasha, if only for a second. Why did she want to become my friend all of a sudden. This has to be a dare. Mikasa found herself staring for a longer period than she intended, and Sasha caught her. Instead of thinking Mikasa was strange, she smiled. A beautiful smile. Mikasa was drawn to it, as though she needed it. Sasha was like the sun.

Mikasa's heart began beating rapidly and she forced herself to look away. What are these feelings? She asked herself, her stoic demeanor now lost in the sea of embarrassment. Her ears and cheeks burned red. She held them, the heat hurting her hands, and she ran into the bathroom, leaving her food sat their patiently.

Mikasa hid herself in a stall, slamming the the door closed and locking it. What's happening to me?!  Mikasa laid the back of her hand against her forehead. Am I sick?

"Mikasa?" Oh no. Sasha knocked on the stall Mikasa was in, waiting expectantly behind it.

"O-occupied!" Mikasa replied. Did I just stutter? I never stutter?! Agh! What is this?!

"Mika, you ok? You left in a hurry." Mika? That's not my name. A nickname perhaps?

"I'm f-f-f..." she couldn't get the word out. She was lying. She didn't know what was happening to her own body. She had never felt this way before. "My h-heart's beating really fast a-and my face is really warm and red."

"Well, did you see someone you have a crush on?"

"A cr-crush?"

"Yeah, you know, you like someone. You wanna do dirty things to them." Mikasa could hear the teasing tone in Sasha's voice. Mikasa's knees buckled. I couldn't have a crush on a girl I've only known a single day! "Mika? You ok?"

"No."

"What's wrong?"

"I think I like someone."

"Ooh! Who?!"

"I dont - don't wanna say..."

"Why? Do I know them? I won't tell, pinkie promise!"

"I-I-I th-think I like y-y-you." Mikasa held her breath.

"Mikasa, open the door." With her hand shaking, Mikasa complied, slamming her eyes closed and chewing on her bottom lip. "You don't have to be so flustered. I saw you staring at me more times than Connie can count." Sasha stated, throwing Mikasa into a hug, burrying her face into Mikasa's chest. Mikasa flushed, hearing her own heartbeat.

"A-and how many i-is that?"

"I dunno, probably around ten." Mikasa found herself chuckling, genuinely smiling. Sasha bolt her head upright and as soon as Mikasa noticed, she clasped her hands over her own mouth as though in shock of what she just did.

"A-Ahh!" She reacted, her tone full of urgency. What is wrong with me?!  Sasha grasped Mikasa's wrists, pushing them down.

"You have a beautiful smile."

"Wha-..." Suddenly, Mikasa could taste a taste she had never tasted before. It was sweet, yet salty. Mikasa flinched. Sasha had pressed her lips to Mikasa's, smiling through the embrace. Mikasa didn't pull away, she didn't want to, however she didn't know what to do either. Sasha pulled back, taking obvious amusement from Mikasa's shocked expression.

"Lets go." This day was better than Mikasa could ever imagine.