Miren (MikasaxEren) in AOT world. (Spoilers

A Special Gift

Eren wakes at 8:00 A.M. it was a gloomy morning with  little sunlight streaming through the windows and clouds covering the sky, however, he still heard the din of the morning starting, people loading carts and hawking vegetables and grain. He wasn't looking forward to going out and getting food from the market, but, he had to because their supply was low and Mikasa still shouldn't be walking and carrying stuff around. She had healed enough to walk and was cohesive in thought which meant that Eren didn't have to worry but he still has to do the hard stuff himself. He puts on his various garments, ties up his boots and gets up. He starts walking to the door before doing a double-take and walking to Mikasa's room. She was, unsurprisingly, awake,

"Good Morning, I need to go to the market because we don't have very much left, only some bread and an apple or two." Eren tells her

"I can walk now you know, you don't have to treat me like a baby." Mikasa says, a scowl on her face. She looks like she is about to say more, but, before she is able to spit anything out Eren goes in with a smirk and gives her a warm kiss on the lips. Her mouth is left hanging open for a moment before looking away, doing everything she can to hold back a smile.

"See ya in a bit," Eren says, the smirk still apparent on his face.

"Goodbye," she mumbles still not looking at him.

Mikasa sits there for a little while, lost in thought. Hearing Eren close the door brought her back to reality. She does her best to get rid of the tension in her face created by her smile but isn't very successful. After she is unable to get rid of her smile she decides that she should just get lost in training. Whenever Eren was out, and after he'd fallen asleep she'd do exercise that she was sure he wouldn't approve of. While getting lost in the routine and sweat she tumbles through thoughts. She realizes how happy she's been, and how ignorant she has been of the fact that they still have responsibilities. And there would be times in the future when one of them may die, more likely her than Eren... She stops herself, stands still for a few moments and remembers what they had promised to each other a while ago. Could she really live on even if Eren died, could she ever live? She then resolves to something. She had been given time to recover, much more than was necessary, she will make the most of the uninterrupted time she has with him and would leave worries for their lives for when they were working. For now she shall read a book and relax in the comfort of the apartment they were given. It was a nice space with a main room that had a couch, table, and comfortable chairs, in the same room there is a kitchen area. Opposite the the door leading out are two doors into Mikasa's and Eren's bedrooms. She wonders why they were given such a generous space.

Eren closes the door with a loud crash to let Mikasa know that he is going. He takes in the sharp morning air and looks down the street. As he had heard earlier most of the shops in the market have already set up and people are already bustling about. He takes a step and is surprised when he bumps into something, there is a parcel, carefully wrapped with high quality string. He picks it up and finds that it has a bit of heft to it and has a note attached. The note felt to be of high quality paper and was signed in a fancy script which took Eren a little more time than he would like to admit to decipher, obviously from someone of greater wealth, perhaps the military police or one of his higher-ups. It read, " Inside this parcel is bacon, a cured, salted breakfast meat. It is a get well gift, cooking instructions on backside." Eren checks all over but it isn't signed. He thought to go to the market and get some good produce to go with this for tomorrow morning, simultaneously he knows he should make it a surprise for Mikasa.

Even though Eren was bemoaning going to the market in the morning he always enjoys it, as he is walking he takes in the smells of herbs in the air, the various interesting wares different craftsmen offer, he always enjoys seeing families and children even though he sometimes envies them. He goes from booth to booth, filling baskets with fruits, vegetables, freshly baked bread, spices, and things to compliment the bacon. He has fond memories of having bacon for breakfast made by his mom, before Berdtholt kicked the wall open. This train of thought brought his future responsibilities to the forefront of his thought. He had been having such a good time in his little bubble that he completely forgot. He is shaken out of it when a stand owner who was hawking potatoes puts a hand on his shoulder and asks if he is okay. Eren is a little shaken up and takes a moment before responding that he is fine. He scurries away down the street a little embarrassed. He tells himself that he'll leave negative thoughts for when they need to be confronted.