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Waves dancing in the open sea, cold air running through her hair and a salty scent filling her lungs. This would be the most peaceful Mikasa has felt in weeks, maybe even months, if it wasn’t for Eren’s glaring gaze in the corner. Eren has been acting strange lately. Mikasa can’t quite figure out why, no one can. She sighs, gripping the reeling harder.
If it wasn’t for her other friends, she would’ve completely lost her mind at this point. Armin has always been sweet, his kind eyes haven't changed. It isn’t surprising that he hugs her tightly, not letting go. Sasha’s behavior isn’t new either. During cadet training, Mikasa kept having nightmares. Sasha would always climb down, caressing Mikasa’s cheeks, wiping away her tears, whilst whispering in her ear. Because that’s what friends do, right?
Mikasa longingly stares at the sun filling the horizon with an orange hue. She feels a warm hand on her shoulder, jumping at the contact.
”Hey, it’s just me!” Sasha exclaims, waving her hands next to her bare shoulders.
She’s wearing a sleeveless blouse, paired with brown slacks. She’s pretty, Mikasa thinks. With her soft brown hair and rosy cheeks, and that smile. Her gaze carries a familiar chestnut tint, catching the evening sun oh so beautifully.
Mikasa lips form a warm smile. ”Yeah, that makes me relieved,” she jokes with her usual flat tone, grabbing her hand.
Sasha smiles back, her eyes switching between staring into Mikasa’s eyes and on her lips. ”Dinner” she says. Mikasa sees the eager look in her eyes. She squeezes her hand, signaling her to lead the way.
Sasha eagerly skips over to the cafeteria, somehow managing to keep her hold on Mikasa’s hand. The room is filled with quiet laughter and dim lightning. Sasha walks over to another table, shoving bread into her mouth.
Mikasa’s smile fades as she sees Eren in the corner of her eye. She can’t help but glare at him. He’s sitting steady on the table furthest away, knuckles white. Mikasa feels her head spinning, her bottom lip nearly bleeding from biting it too hard. He glares at her with an unreadable expression. As always. She startles when Armin gently taps her shoulder. A quick sorry and an even quicker squeeze later, they sit down. Armin doesn’t need any words to understand.
She glares over at Sasha. Because she’s pretty, she’s pretty whilst eating and she’s pretty whilst laughing and smiling. Mikasa truly would kill for her, because that is what friends do. Sasha rests her head on her hand, clearly bored of Jean’s blabbering. Her eyes meet Mikasa’s. And suddenly, time stops. They’re being pulled together without words. Adrenaline sparks through Mikasa’s stomach, yearning for the other's touch. They’re interrupted.
”We’ll arrive tomorrow morning” Armin says, trying to spark up a conversation.
”Yeah” Mikasa hesitantly answers, trying to find Sasha’s gaze. But she’s already back to talking. Mikasa spins her head around, sighing.
”I’m excited" Armin’s blue eyes are reflecting his eagerness, desperately trying to shove away all sadness. Mikasa hums, before taking another bite of her food.
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Mikasa shivers, instantly regretting not bringing more blankets. Their shared room is cold, unusually cold. Mikasa neatly folds her red scarf, laying it beside a large mirror. She looks into it, now also regretting the choice of sleepwear she brought. Creamy white shorts paired with a matching shirt.
She wastes no time jumping into her bed, luckily being the lower bunk. She can hear Sasha’s familiar footsteps in the corridor. As she slowly enters the room, Mikasa sees her even worse choice of sleepwear, although it is a gorgeous sight for Mikasa. She’s wearing a tank top, perfectly showing off her curves. Paired with only her panties. Mikasa has seen her in this outfit multiple times before, hell, she’s even seen her bare chest. Only this time, she feels a wet feeling between her legs. Mikasa takes a deep breath after realizing she’s been holding it.
Sasha clears her throat, slowly walking towards their bed. Instead of climbing up the ladder, she gently taps the space next to Mikasa. Mikasa lifts herself up, scooting closer to the wall, making sure Sasha has enough space. Sasha boldly lays down on top of Mikasa, resting her head between Mikasa’s breasts.
”Cold” she quietly mutters, eyelids heavy.
Mikasa nervously wraps her arms around Sasha’s figure, rubbing circles with her thumb. ”You should’ve brought your blanket” Mikasa murmurs
”Maybe”
”Mhm” Mikasa softly kisses her forehead, secretly wishing for more. At this, Sasha raises her head, glaring dreamily into the other woman’s eyes. Because that’s what it is, just like a dream. Mikasa can’t help but blush from the position they are in. Hopefully, Sasha doesn’t notice.
”You’re pretty”
Sasha definitely notices now. Mikasa tries to keep her cool, nervously laughing at the statement. ”Oh, really?” She tries to joke, but Sasha is serious.
”You are”
”T-thanks?” Mikasa is confused by the fact that she’s stuttering, her usual cold attitude easily being melted by Sasha.
Sasha lets out a long sigh, propping herself back to her place in between Mikasa’s breasts.
Mikasa closes her eyes, trying to sleep despite Sasha’s rather intimate position. She’s breathing quicker, holding in the thought to let her hands travel further down.
But her body soon betrays her, gently going down to squeeze the soft flesh under her ass. She feels how Sasha smiles at the contact, wrapping her arms around Mikasa. Then she giggles, raising her head once again
”When was the last time you cuddled?”
”Can’t remember”
”I’ll make sure it’s great”
Sasha lifts Mikasa’s arm, wrapping it around her waist. She then turns them around, her smile growing bigger. Her arms move up, now wrapped around her neck.
Mikasa presses their foreheads together, one of her arms moving up to rub against Sasha’s spine. The feeling of Sasha’s breath against her face is making her even more nervous.
”See? You’re a quick learner”
Sasha moves her head to the crook of Mikasa’s neck, resisting the urge to leave kisses along her jaw, all the way down to her tits. Soon enough, their breathing slows down, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Mikasa savors moments like these. Knowing one morning, she might not be there.
Morning. Sunbeams shining perfectly over their state of position. Their legs have messily tangled with each other, Sasha’s hair tie holding on for its dear life. They hear Levi arguing with someone in the room next to them. Sasha groans, that’s usually a signal that they definitely should leave the bed. Mikasa doesn’t want to leave either, carefully listening to the sound of Levi scolding Hange in the other room.
”Let’s just cuddle forever”