Bertholdt x Mikasa (BeruMika)

Twenty

So this fan art isn't exactly detailed, but it's good enough! The struggle was real to get these ;;-;;

Sorry for the late update, I had the writer's block :( nonetheless! read on nuggety fanfic readers :')

~Mikasa's POV~

   I awoke in a sweat after a long rest. But it was still dark out? I looked up to the moon that stood high in the bright night skies, it can't be anywhere near 5 o'clock. It probably just felt like I slept long. I remember dreaming of blood and teeth falling out. My teeth. I was looking into the swampy waters, trying to brush my teeth. They kept falling out and I was panicking to reverse it all. Then the water shew blood drops, drops raining from the skies. And then BAM all went black and I was no longer a being, just an orb of energy. Everything came alight when I awoke to the moon in my face. I don't really know what my dream**( when you seen these stars, go to the end of the story for explanations/ footnotes) was trying to tell me overall. Times like these are good, when Sasha is around, she does well to interpret dreams as best she can.

Interjection: I smell foreshadowinggggg in this dream like I smell waffles in the next room!!!

"Huuhh! . . .Hmmmm. . . .." Bertholdt was saying some nonsense in his sleep. I'd almost forgotten he was here, but with such warmth, who could?! I coiled my arms around him and left my right leg over him. I snuggled as much I could with him, along with the blankets around me, just exposing my right leg for temperature comfort. He was breathing so calmly and beautifully. I'm stunned that he hasn't woke at all, to my knowledge at least. I wonder what he's dreaming about.

I lulled myself back to sleep as his breathing hummed along to my chime, I softly drew patterns on his bare skin with my fingers. He had such soft and healthy, warm skin. This helped me sleep for the next hours before first light.

I dreamt of nothing else and slept in like a baby, a happy snoring baby. He wasnt in bed when a awoke, so I decided to get up and surprise him with breakfast (if he's not making it already.)

He left a note on the table

Mikasa,
My love, I'm in the basement collecting my hunting gear and tools, there is nothing of meat here except some dried salmon bits, be safe

Love, Bertholdt

Every time he used the word "love" or any means of affection through words, I could feel my hypertension rise. I didn't like it, but I didn't mind it all too much anyways.

I heard some rustling from the door under the stairs, and saw it fling open.

"Haha Hi--" he had an armful of things. "Hi Muh-Mikasa. . ." he shuffled and half tripped here and there.

"Do you need any hel--"

"Haha no I'm uh fi--" he half tripped again. "I'm fine!" Bertholdt responded enthusiastically, and set it all on the couch.