Unrealistic future「Mikasa x reader」✔

14.

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"Y/n I have to speak with you about something." Mikasa told me. At the words she spoke out on that day I was shocked.

- Earlier that day -

"C'mon Mikasa we have to go to a big show~" I cheered at her. I had so much joy in myself. Finally the day was there where the premiere was. All of us wirked so hard for this. Not only the actors, the directors, also the storyboard writer, the stylists, the backdrop worker just everyone.

I was more than happy, that wasn't the word I was looking for. It was different, all really all of us had waited so long for this.

As I had my dress on after some time. (It took a long time to put it on.. to complicated for me...) It almost got on my nerves that I had taken so long already.

Mikasa had to drive in a limousine. So did I, I never had been in one. For me it wasn't nessecarary. Some time went by until we were at the premiere. Mikasa got out of the limousine. The light of the spotlight irritated my eyes. In the background fans started screaming. Wait no, being fangirls and fanboys. Who didn't had that once for something? I could understand why.

Mikasa really deserved this after all like the others that worked together on the big movie. As my eyes caught Eren and Armin too I tried them to encounter in the best way I could, it wasn't easy in that dress.

[if you hate dresses just pretend it to be something else]. I gave them first a high five then a big hug. Both of them congratulated me for the great work I've had done.

I've denied it reluctatly, those words got me embaressed. They might thought of it like this, however I couldn't join them in sharing this opinion. There where people who could done it way better than I. There had build up so much anxiety in the last night before the premiere. What if something went wrong nor I would mess up something important.

I had never the biggest self confedience since I could remember. I most times had been the quiet child. That kind of a person that was were but was never adressed from the side in class. I guess in the dear past it was to my luck.. most times my marks where better through this. I still wasn't the type of someone who only wrote 1 or 2 I fucked up the one or other class test too. I wasn't perfect I'm still not and that's why I'm human.

Tripped inside of my thoughts Mikasa touched my shoulder. My eyes widened in realization. I snapped out of everything I was thinking about. I turned my attention to the here and now. The point on which Mikasa started holding my hand. I was so surprised at the sudden gesture, it shocked me.

I had heard always stories of those butterflies in the stomach. How beautiful and nice it felt, I never believed this crap. I never got to feel something like this until now. Now I could understand this crap. It felt awesome I never thought that it would happen by the simple gesture of holding hands. Her hand felt soft, a cloud I never got to touch. A situation that meant so less to the fans, to me yet so much.

When it came to Mikasa a single action could tell so much about her, her feelings and self. I was proud having her as a best friend, the person that was always there for me, my girlfriend so much more. Some words could never describe anything in centuries what I felt for her.

As we walked over the red carped I felt the anxiety come up in me. The flashing lights, the screams of fan'99s everything was so confussing. It messed all with my head I only realized when Mikasa had to let go off my hand to give a small speach. In her case it would be most likely actually like really short.

I pinned my attention on what she was going to say.

"I would like to clear some things with this speach up. I want to give a big thank you to everyone who was working with me at the project. Especially a big thanks to the most important people in my life I will protect whenever I am going to have the chance. However thanks to Eren Jaeger, Armin Alert and my girlfriend Y/n L/n." At the fact Mikasa had published the information she wasn't single anymore I wanted to scream at her.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't angry I was happy. I was happy that there was nothing to hide anymore. Those words touched my heart different.

Suddenly some people asked me to get on stage too, I tried to hid behind Armin and my hair. Well that didn't went so good only the fact I was litterally shoved to the podium where Mikasa stood. I cleared my throat, "Ehem.. is this thing working.... Ah yeah it does." I had nothing much to say. I couldn't collect that much with improvisation in some minutes.

"Well let's say I never expected that I would work on this project.. Mikasa was always my best friend someone who understood me. As we could work on it together I hadn't only found a way to work with her more often I also found great friends and best friends! I'm still happy to be a part of this, my work might hadn't been always the best when it came to hairstyles and I'm aware of that but, I recommend you to give you're attention to different details in the movie."

With those words I got of the podium to enjoy the rest of the premiere with Mikasa and the others.

- present -

"I have to move for the next job." I couldn't believe what I heard. Was she telling me the truth? 'No Mikasa would never joke about something serious like this.' I thought. I knew it was true and that made me start feeling empty.

"I let you choose either I'll stay here or I'll go," she said, "you can decide if you come with me or not."

I should decide about something important like this? What was that for a question I knew what to choose. I would find a solution together with her whenever it was nessecerary. I would never leave her alone in something.

"I don't want to leave home. Please take the chance." I told her.

"Then I guess our relationship doesn't has a future until I'm back." she replied. If it would even has a future after that.. Her face was looking so broke that wasn't the only thing that was broke. My heart broke, it shattered into thousands of pieces.

"No! Mikasa that wasn't what I meant!"

"Then what?"

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"Leaving home means for me, leaving you, I belong wherever you go my heart feels home when I'm with you."