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Annie’s friends had no idea of the doom she had planned out for them.
She could barely tolerate their antics, even on the best of days, and today was not one of those days.
It had all been so cliché, it almost caused her physical pain. Everything from the pleading puppy-eyes to the cut-and-paste arguments of “you need to get out more,” or “it’ll be fun.” Everything from cheering when she finally gave in, to predictably ditching her barely fifteen minutes after they got there.
It was the last time she let them talk her into anything.
She didn’t know what she was expecting, honestly. Parties were loud and obnoxious, full of stupid people doing stupid things. Jean and Eren had hardly stopped shouting at each other since she got here, while Sasha and Connie were competing to see who could stack the most Doritos on the ends of their noses.
A part of her wondered if anyone would even notice if she slipped out. An hour ago, Bertholdt might have, but he had given up flirting with her when she proved even less responsive to it than usual. Now he was with Reiner, trying to break up yet another chapter of the historic rivalry between the blonde football player and his freckled, brown-haired archnemesis, Ymir. A chapter which, equally predictably, was being deliberately held in full view of a certain short, blonde cheerleader, who was giggling into her hand at their ridiculous shenanigans.
Hitch, maybe? She was the one who had convinced Annie to come after all, so one would think she would have to take notice if she just disappeared… Never mind, she and Hannah were busy flirting with a group of football players.
Armin might notice. He was perceptive like that, and regardless of their disastrous first (and last) date at the beginning of last year, he was probably one of the closest people she had to a real friend. Then again, he was in the middle of breaking up said shouting match between Eren and Jean, so probably not.
But at least it seemed that he had finally been at least somewhat successful, since the volume of the room died down to a slightly more acceptable level. She really didn’t envy Armin’s work, or Mikasa’s for that matter, in keeping Eren’s hot head under control.
The thought of the other girl had her eyes subconsciously seeking her out. Out of habit, she first looked to Eren and Armin, knowing Mikasa never strayed far from her two closest friends, and was mildly surprised not to find her there.
Annie scanned the room, looking for that telltale head of short, black hair, only to find it camping a corner across from her, its owner’s posture showing that, like Annie, she found herself wishing she could simply sink into the shadows and disappear. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her entire demeanor showing her displeasure. All except her eyes, Annie realized, which despite her apparent annoyance, were as piercing as ever, and already looking in the blonde girl’s direction when their gazes met.
Her cheeks turned pink, and those stormy grey eyes quickly flicked away from Annie’s cold blues, as if embarrassed to be caught looking at her.
Annie, however, did not also immediately look away. She kept staring for a few more moments in her surprise. Given their rivalry, she never would have expected Mikasa to take any amount of interest in her, but here they were, locking eyes across the room, as if they were longtime friends or something. She shifted her gaze slightly downward, taking in the other girl’s appearance for the first time that night. All black, as usual, her dark leather jacket and equally dark skinny jeans giving her a grim, almost frightening aura.
One that didn’t seem to have worked against her friends, if her presence at the party was any indication. It seemed that Annie wasn’t the only introvert dragged here against her will.
As such, Annie hesitated in her plans to slip out unnoticed. At this point, it felt almost rude to leave without inviting Mikasa to ditch the party with her. The other girl certainly didn’t look like she would mind. And if her silent observation of Annie was anything to go by, she had probably been working up the courage to ask Annie the same thing.
Then again, she and Mikasa weren’t exactly friends. While they had a certain respect for one another, they held a tense rivalry at best. Their competitiveness was practically legendary, especially in gym class, where no matter what sport they were playing, they were almost always team captains pitted against one another, only ever stopping long past the point of exhaustion, never willing to show weakness in front of their opponent. And even though they had both long since lost count of the running score between them, it was certainly still a dead heat.
They were similar like that. Both competitive, but only really with each other. Both stoic, infamous for their façades of neutrality, only willing to reveal their true emotions to those that they trusted most. And both very much not to be underestimated, as the entire school quickly learned the first (and last) time anyone tried to bully either of them.
Suffice it to say, after what happened to the first guy, never again did someone try to make fun of Mikasa for being adopted.
And while they had never fought each other before, Annie would not be surprised if there were a schoolwide running bet on who would be the victor if they did.
Steel-colored eyes turned back to hers, checking if she were still looking, and the other girl gave her a faint smile that Annie found herself instinctively returning, bringing a blush to both girls’ cheeks. Maybe she should go talk to Mikasa. They could sneak out together, wordlessly thanking each other for the escape in that language of eye contact and nonverbal mutual understanding that they seemed to share, before heading home their own separate ways.
Something about that seemed a bit… empty, though. So many of their interactions were already like that: cold and distant, rife with heated glares while lacking any real communication. They had a good thing going, this friendly rivalry between them, and the last thing Annie wanted to do was mess with it, but was it wrong that a strange part of her almost wished they could have something more? A… friendship, maybe?
Lately, it seemed that she could hardly get Mikasa out of her mind. There was just something… magnetic about her, that she had been unable to shake. There had always been a tension to their rivalry, of course, but recently, it felt like it was just getting more and more intense.
Sometimes, it felt like Mikasa could hardly take her eyes off her, so a few months ago, in a flurry of self-consciousness, Annie had even started putting actual effort into what she looked like: she brushed her hair more often and more thoroughly, and started putting more thought into getting dressed than just pulling on the first hoodie she saw. Much to the surprise of her friends, she had even started wearing a little bit of makeup, because Mikasa was just so pretty, and she couldn’t just let the other girl win at something like that without at least putting up a fight.
Not that it was a beauty contest, of course, but it would be unfair if she were the only one struggling to keep her eyes off the other girl whenever they bumped into each other.
Annie couldn’t be sure, but it seemed to work. Now, whenever Annie scored an impressive goal, or answered a teacher’s question correctly, or otherwise pulled ahead in their little rivalry, it was met with reactions just slightly more obvious than usual: the other girl’s glances lingered longer, her cheeks slightly pinker, her breathing a little heavier, and her pupils a bit wider. No doubt in frustration at having fallen behind in the competition once again.
It was a look Annie loved seeing on Mikasa’s face, she realized. The emotions just barely hidden beneath the surface, so powerful that at any moment, her restraint might snap, and she’d end up forgetting they were in school.
Honestly, she was surprised the other girl hadn’t given in and laid her out on the floor already, eyes blazing as she crashed down onto her, quickly pinning her body between powerful thighs and the ground, fingers gripping at the blonde girl’s hair to hold her in place. Annie could see it already: the way her ever-neutral gaze would buckle in the face of their passionate rivalry, smirking in triumph at having come out ahead once and for all… only to be distracted by the girl beneath her, who wouldn’t hesitate to switch their positions in a single powerful move, leaving her the one pinned to the ground. Doubtless, that wouldn’t last long either, and it would become just another part of their game, a competition to stay on top of the other as they tussled on the ground.
The thought of being decked by her nemesis was starting to seem far more pleasant than it had any right to be.
Annie only realized she had become lost in that momentary fantasy when a quiet voice pulled her from her thoughts, almost lost amidst the noise that surrounded them. “Hey, Annie,” said Mikasa, rising from a crouch by the cooler with two unopened beer bottles in hand. She offered one to the blonde. “Drink?”
Annie nodded, accepting the cold beverage with a somewhat dumbfounded look as she watched Mikasa pop the top of her own. The little hiss of compressed air suddenly brought her back to her senses, and she quickly did the same, raising her own bottle to clink it against hers. “Thanks… Cheers,” she muttered, and took a long drag from it with a contented sigh.
“You’re welcome,” Mikasa replied with a small smile. “You looked like you could use the company.”
“You can say that again.” She rolled her eyes, punctuating her words. “You get ditched too?”
Mikasa’s eyes flickered over to Eren, Armin, and Jean, who were right back to laughing and joking like nothing at all had happened five minutes ago. “In a way,” she replied, then turned back to Annie with a slight flush to her cheeks. “They were probably just getting sick of me trying to work up the courage to talk to you.”
Something inside Annie fluttered at those words. No doubt her competitive side, smug at the knowledge that her presence made such an unflappable girl nervous. But strangely, despite having had the thought, none of her typical short, rude replies seemed to fit the moment. Instead, she felt herself returning Mikasa’s smile and saying, “I’m glad you did.”
A look of surprise briefly crossed Mikasa’s face. “You are?” she said, then quickly recovered, her smile returning a bit more coyly this time. “I never thought I’d see the day Annie Leonhart was happy to see me.”
The blonde huffed, raising the shield of her typical cold demeanor far more playfully than usual. “Don’t get used to it. Hitch left me out to dry this time.”
Mikasa turned to look at the girl in question, who was still laughing and flirting seemingly without a care in the world. She raised an eyebrow at Annie. “You’d really swap me and Hitch? I’m wounded.”
Annie sighed. “You’re right. Dragging me here so she can drink and flirt hasn’t exactly won her many brownie points. Unless you disappear in the next few minutes too, I guess that does put you slightly ahead.”
“Well, I can promise I won’t be ditching you,” the dark-haired girl said. She then made a point of raising her beer to her lips, rebelliously taking a long draft of the alcoholic liquid while not once breaking eye contact with the shorter girl. “As for getting drunk and flirting,” she bumped Annie’s shoulder playfully. “I rather think that’s up to you.”
Annie felt her brain stall. She stared at Mikasa for a few moments, frozen, cheeks flaming at the other girl’s words. Meanwhile, Mikasa looked just as shocked at her own admission and shrunk back, cheeks glowing with embarrassment, reaching for her neck as if instinctively trying to hide behind the scarf she so often wore.
They both stood there, poorly hiding their blushes as they stared at one another, until Annie finally broke the silence with an embarrassed cough. “I’m sure there are other people that would be more fun to talk to than me.”
Despite her still-blazing cheeks, Mikasa shook her head determinedly. “You’re much more interesting than you give yourself credit for.”
Annie shrugged, glaring at her “friends,” who had left her the moment she didn’t jump at the chance to join in their childish party games. She stayed silent, and merely raised an eyebrow at Mikasa, her face already showing plenty of her doubt.
“Fine,” the other girl sighed. “If you wanna keep denying that you’re easily the most attracti…”
Mikasa froze, her words catching in her throat as she realized what she had been about to say. If Annie thought she had been flushed before, it was nothing compared to now. Her face had started practically radiating heat, her entire demeanor shocked at what she had almost admitted. Hell, Annie’s face was almost as hot, the compliment making her entire body tingle with an energy she couldn’t place.
The brunette turned away, stuttering. “Sorry, I didn’t mean… I mean, I did, you’re beautiful, but not… unless you… I mean, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable… I’m sorry.”
She began to walk away, and Annie suddenly realized the effect her silence must have had on her. Without thinking about it, she reached out, catching the other girl’s wrist before she could flee. Mikasa turned back, her eyes wide. “You didn’t,” the blonde admitted. “Just caught me by surprise. Nobody’s ever called me beautiful before.”
Just like that, Mikasa’s look of embarrassment disappeared, replaced by one of shock, “Never?” She shook her head in genuine astonishment. “How can people be so blind? You’re gorgeous, Annie. It doesn’t matter whether you’re trying or not, you take my breath away every time I see you.”
And just like that, the other girl’s embarrassment was back, more powerful than ever. She looked like she wanted to run away and never come back, so Annie kept her there by raising a hand to her cheek, carefully tucking a lock of hair behind her ear with a gentleness that was all but foreign to their relationship. She smiled, feeling the corners of her eyes prickle uncomfortably with how genuinely good those words made her feel. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” she admitted.
Mikasa leaned into her hand and let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering shut at the contact of the warm palm against her cheek. “Then I’ll say it every day,” she muttered. “Until you believe it.”
Annie was still smiling, her body filled with a warmth and tenderness she didn’t even know was possible for her to feel. For years, Mikasa had been her rival: a powerful opponent that gave her a reason to continuously improve and keep fighting. But where had all that turned into this gentle familiarity?
They had been enemies, almost coming to blows over even the pettiest of disputes, and here she was, cupping the other girl’s cheek and staring into her eyes. Her lips were right there, looking so soft. So tempting in this position. It wouldn’t be hard for Annie to stand up on her tiptoes and meet them.
Only as an experiment, of course. To see how they tasted. To see if they were chapped or glossy. To see if she and Mikasa would be as competitive in kissing as they were in sports.
An experiment. Nothing more. Obviously nothing to do with her actually wanting to kiss Mikasa.
Okay, so it might have had something to do with that. But when did Annie Leonhart start wanting to kiss Mikasa Ackerman?
When did she start wanting to kiss a girl?
Not that she had anything against that, of course. Ymir was one of her best friends, and it would take a blind person not to see something cooking between her and Historia. Never did she think it wrong, or unnatural, or anything of the sort.
She just didn’t think she might be interested in girls.
What would she tell her father? No, screw that, what would she tell Mikasa? That she just realized how badly she wanted to make out with her?
She might as well kiss their friendship goodbye while she was at it. Though maybe friendship was too strong a word. Acquaintanceship, maybe? Rivalry? Friends with competitive side-eyes? Enemies with benefits?
She wasn’t sure exactly what she had with Mikasa, but it surely wouldn’t survive the straight friend telling the other straight friend that she was maybe, possibly, just a little bit in love with her. And maybe also just a little bit less straight than she thought.
That look Mikasa was giving her wasn’t helping either. Her eyelids were low, her cheeks still a light pink as if her earlier flush were still refusing to fully disappear. She licked her lips, her gaze fixed on Annie’s, and the blonde was starting to wonder if some sort of spell had been cast between them.
A spell which, predictably, was eventually broken by a fresh bout of painful screeching from their wonderfully mature friends. Annie was starting to seriously consider throttling them.
“God, I hate parties,” she groaned, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, but not before sending a death glare in the direction of the offending noise.
It was with a confused look that Mikasa pulled away, nodding slowly while her brain tried, largely unsuccessfully, to rejoin the real world after their shared moment. “Too much noise,” she affirmed, then let out a sigh and rubbed her eyes. “Wanna find somewhere a bit quieter?”
“Please. Backyard?”
The spell broken for the time being, the taller girl nodded, then held out her hand invitingly for Annie to take. An offer which, after a moment of indecision, she accepted, entwining their fingers before heading out through the back door.
After the stuffy, hot room, full of the smells of alcohol and sweat, the fresh, cool night air hit her like a truck. She took a deep breath, letting its revitalizing power surge through her, then sat beside Mikasa on the porch step, hardly realizing they were still holding hands until she felt the affectionate brush of the other girl’s thumb along the back of it.
“Beautiful night,” Mikasa said as she stared off at the stars, a smile on her face.
“Mmhmm,” Annie replied. She bumped her shoulder against the taller girl’s, then smiled at her when those stormy grey eyes turned to face her. “The company’s rather pleasant too.”
Mikasa’s responding smile was warm as she rested their joined hands on her thigh, the roughened texture of her thumb brushing again over Annie’s knuckles. “It is. I’m starting to think I should be thanking them for making all that noise.”
Annie rolled her eyes. “Okay, now I know you’re making fun of me.”
But Mikasa was shaking her head before she even finished, her eyes full and sincere as they locked onto hers. “I’m not. I really do like talking to you, Annie.”
The blonde was stunned, and she froze as she tried to formulate a response. But as she did, she realized something strange. She didn’t even disagree with Mikasa’s assessment, because she too was enjoying this party far more than most that she attended. “You mean that?” she asked, and the other girl smiled in response.
“Of course. You can be rather kind once someone breaks through that hard shell of yours.”
Annie glared, but it wasn’t harsh or heated like the expression normally was. “A fluke. For some reason I can’t understand, I happen to like you, so I’m allowing you a small dose of nice Annie. No one else is allowed to meet her, so if you tell anyone she exists…” she trailed off with her threat. Usually, leaving things up in the air, not specifying her threats, was an easy way to scare people into doing exactly what she wanted.
She should’ve known it wouldn’t work on Mikasa. The other girl hardly even noticed her threat, and instead focused on something Annie had hardly realized she had admitted.
“I’m the only one?” she hesitated, as if the question pained her as it left her mouth. “Not even… Bertholdt?”
“Bertholdt? Wh…” she paused when it suddenly sank in. Mikasa, always drawing her attention in gym by throwing her a ball, or challenging her to a race, or any other of a long list of their competitions, whenever Bertholdt so much as said a few words to her. Or forcefully shouldering her way past Annie, poorly concealed anger making her think she was furious with her, when in reality, she was just…
Wait, Mikasa Ackerman was jealous?
Annie probably would’ve laughed, were it not for the little voice in the back of her head. The one that reminded her (rather annoyingly) how she felt whenever Jean did the same to Mikasa. With all his pitiful flirting and unworthy clawing for her attention. Asshole.
Okay, so maybe she got a little jealous sometimes too.
“Didn’t know you were the possessive type,” she tried teasing, and was rewarded with another blush from the taller girl.
“Maybe a bit…” she conceded, feigning a nonchalant shrug, but Annie saw right through it. What the other girl really meant was, “Yes. Very,” even if she wouldn’t admit it. It was actually kind of hot. “Are you?”
“Maybe a bit,” Annie parroted, grinning when she saw the other girl send a little glare her way.
“Maybe, you’re a bit of an ass,” the other girl said, pouting in a valiant attempt not to grin. Not once did she make any effort to let go of Annie’s hand.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” she replied, giving said hand a rather affectionate squeeze. “In fact, make it something about yourself. Something no one else knows.”
“This your way of asking me to tell you about myself?” Mikasa asked, and the grin she was hiding finally broke through.
“Maybe,” she replied, making a big show out of her mock-innocent look.
“Smooth,” the brunette muttered, chuckling. It took her a few moments to come up with something, and when she did, she ducked in close to whisper her secret into Annie’s ear. “My parents weren’t actually the ones who taught me how to make sushi,” she confessed.
It wasn’t the confession itself that made Annie’s breath catch in her throat. Although that was surprising, it was more the ghost of the other girl’s breath on the shell of her ear that had caused her heart to jump in her chest. But Mikasa had to have noticed, pressed up beside her like this, so she played up her reaction to the news just a bit. “No way. But your sushi is famous, Mikasa! You’re telling me it isn’t actually their recipe?”
The taller girl nodded, a small smile forming at the corner of her mouth. “It’s easy to fool people when you’re Japanese. I actually learned to do it online because I had the biggest crush on Sasha. I was trying to impress her.”
Annie wasn’t about to admit it, but that was way bigger news to her than learning Mikasa had Googled a recipe for sushi. “Wait, you had a crush on Sasha?” she asked, shocked.
“Yeah,” came the soft reply, a faint blush on her cheeks. “Do you remember when she was going through that Asian food phase? She said she would probably fall in love with someone who could make her sushi every day.”
“You wanted her to fall in love with you,” Annie realized, her heart pounding. Mikasa had had a crush on Sasha. A girl. She hoped she didn’t sound too breathless. She probably did. “I’m guessing it didn’t go too well?”
Mikasa shrugged, then let out a soft chuckle. “I had to make sure to tick the boxes for all the lesbian clichés, didn’t I? I fell in love with my best friend. It’s only natural she’d be straight.”
“Shit, I’m sorry, Mikasa,” Annie said, but the other girl just shrugged once more.
The dark-haired girl smiled softly, giving her hand another little squeeze. “Nothing anyone could’ve done about it. She didn’t choose her sexuality, and neither did I. Of course, it hurt, but if anything, it helped me notice another girl in my life. One I’d been crushing on for even longer.”
Annie’s mind was whirling at a hundred kilometers an hour. Not long ago, she had been doubting that Mikasa could ever like girls that way. Now, she was left wondering if she had ever had an interest in guys.
“S…so, you’re… a lesbian, then?” Annie asked, her voice sounding weak, even to her own ears.
Mikasa’s smile turned a bit shy. “That’s okay, right?”
She was nodding, practically before the other girl had even finished. “More than okay. Great, actually. None of the boys at our school are good enough for you anyway.”
The other girl was smiling widely now, her cheeks painted in a beautiful hue of pink. “What about you then, Annie?”
Just like that, the blonde girl’s cheeks were on fire again. “I… shit, I mean… I don’t know? I don’t really think… I mean no one’s good enough for you… you’re incredible… and I’m just… you know… me.” Slowly, Annie’s rambling died away as she became aware of a soft sound coming from beside her. Laughter. Mikasa was laughing, and it was beautiful, and Annie’s blush just got a thousand times redder. “What?”
The other girl took a moment to recover, but little chuckles still escaped her as she spoke, her grey eyes sparkling almost silver with laughter. “I wasn’t asking whether you thought you were good enough for me,” she explained through another giggle. “I meant whether you were interested in girls. Although,” she added, giving her a little wink. “It’s good to know that was on your mind.”
Annie was starting to seriously wonder whether she had finally completed her transformation from human to tomato. Or perhaps a furnace, with how hot her face was feeling. She was so not cut out for this flirting thing.
And it was becoming increasingly obvious that was exactly what Mikasa was doing. Or at least, trying to do. Subtlety and Mikasa were basically polar opposites, and while she didn’t exactly have much more experience with flirting than Annie did, with all the little compliments and eye contact… and touching… and handholding… and winking… Mikasa was flirting, no doubt about it.
Mikasa was flirting with her.
Annie took a deep breath. She needed to get her act together. Flirting was just another competition, right? Who could fluster the other the fastest? She was good at competitions.
She took another breath, hoping that at least some of her blush had faded, and replied. “Are you sure you aren’t the one who implied it? Not my fault that’s how it sounded. And for your answer, I’ve never really had a crush. Male or female. I’ve always just assumed I was straight.” If Mikasa could wink at her, she could do it too. So, she did. “But I’m not so sure anymore. There’s this girl, and it’s like we couldn’t stop arguing. Trying to beat each other at everything. For years. And now, I’m starting to wonder if all that arguing has just been sexual tension the whole time.”
“Wow, she sounds like a bitch,” Mikasa said with a laugh.
“She can be,” Annie replied. “But only because she cares too much. People think she’s cold, but it’s only when they haven’t bothered to get to know her. Inside and out, I think she’s beautiful.”
Annie was sweating. This was uncharted territory. She was acting more on instinct than anything else, her replies fashioned more from last-minute desperation than real thought.
It was that look Mikasa was giving her. She had definitely leaned in a bit as Annie was speaking. The blonde could hardly look down at her lips anymore without it being obvious. Not that that was something she had been doing for several minutes now. Obviously not.
“So who’s this other girl that’s caught your attention?” Annie heard herself saying. “Should I be jealous?”
Mikasa smiled and leaned even closer, as if mesmerized by the cool blue of Annie’s eyes. “Probably,” she replied. “She’s incredible. Smart. Acts aloof all the time, but she’s secretly really sweet. And has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. Also, I’ve heard she packs a mean punch.”
“Hmm. She seems hot.”
“She is.” Mikasa’s gaze flicked downwards, taking a long look at Annie’s lips before fluttering up once more. The hand that wasn’t holding hers came up to her face.
Annie could hardly speak anymore without their lips brushing against each other, but she managed to mutter, “Too bad she’s just another lesbian cliché, isn’t it?”
“Which one is that?”
“Enemies to lovers. Classic. A much more interesting one, too. Definitely one of my favorites.”
Mikasa was grinning now, and so was Annie, their lips brushing once more. “Mine too,” she agreed.
They were leaning together. Their breath ghosting between them, featherlight warmth against each other’s lips, a sharp counterpoint to the chill air of the evening. Mikasa’s hand was on her cheek, her fingers as warm as her breath and just as gentle, but with a roughened texture, like Annie’s, from years of sports and exercise.
The world felt as if it were fading from her perception, replaced by the sea that was those soulful grey eyes. But they eventually slipped shut, and Annie’s did too.
And just like that, their lips connected.
For a moment, even though she knew it was coming, Annie was stunned by the sensation. It was everything she had dreamed and more, the way Mikasa’s lips pressed against hers, experimentally at first, slowly becoming more exploratory as Annie began to reciprocate.
It was instinctive yet foreign, and she couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. Her brain had taken a leave of absence, so wonderful was kissing Mikasa. It was like their entire relationship had been leading up to this moment, missing something indescribable until suddenly, there it was, right before their eyes.
With years of unresolved tension behind them, it was only a matter of time before things heated up, and as Mikasa’s hand slid from her cheek into her hair, Annie took that as encouragement to press harder into the kiss until she was almost dizzy with the sensation. Their kiss wasn’t a competition, exactly, but it was still just as firm and eager and amazing, and she was starting to wonder why they didn’t just do this all the time instead of fighting.
Eventually, though, the need for oxygen became too great, and they were forced reluctantly apart. They took a moment, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths, hands still threaded through each other’s now-disheveled hair. It was a look she could really get used to on the dark-haired girl.
Yeah, there was no doubt anymore that Annie liked women. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” she asked breathlessly.
Mikasa leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Annie’s. “Yes,” she replied.
“Don’t you wanna know anything about it first?” she asked teasingly.
“Doesn’t matter,” Mikasa replied, letting her eyes slip closed for a moment, looking happier than Annie had ever seen her. “I’ll love it, as long as it’s with you.”
“I had no idea you were such a sap,” Annie said, fighting valiantly against the dopey grin that really wanted to park itself on her face. “I’ll text you the details later.” She pecked her date on the mouth, suddenly failing miserably to stop herself smiling like an idiot. “But don’t go thinking this’ll get you any special treatment, Ackerman. I’m still gonna wipe the floor with you on Monday.”
Mikasa’s eyes sparkled with the challenge. “Special treatment? Please. You don’t stand a chance, Leonhart. Now, come here and kiss me again.”