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The living room was alive with chaos. Cheap snacks, loud laughter, and the dull thrum of music filled the air as the group sat in a messy circle. Sasha had commandeered Jean’s parents’ house for the night, her mission clear: turn a simple hangout into something a little more exciting.
A bottle spun on the floor, wobbly and teasing, as the group hollered and leaned in closer.
“Ohhh, Mikasa!” Connie’s voice rang out, full of mischief.
Mikasa blinked, her calm mask firmly in place. The bottle was pointing straight at her, and she had the sinking feeling this night was about to go downhill.
“Now, spin to find your partner,” Sasha teased, her voice sing-song.
Mikasa’s stomach twisted as she reached for the bottle. It spun faster than she intended, the glass flashing under the dim light. Her heart sank further as it slowed… and stopped.
Eren.
Of all people, Eren.
He stared at her, then at the bottle, his brows lifting in mild amusement. “Seriously?”
Jean groaned loudly. “No way! Can we get a redo?”
“Nope!” Sasha declared, clapping her hands. “Rules are rules. Mikasa and Eren, your turn!”
“Seven minutes in the closet,” Connie announced, his grin devilish.
Mikasa sighed, her jaw tightening. Eren stood, lazily shrugging like this was the least interesting thing to happen all week.
“Fine,” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Let’s get it over with.”
Mikasa resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she stood, following him toward the cramped hall closet.
The door clicked shut, plunging them into near-darkness. Mikasa stood stiffly, arms crossed, while Eren leaned against the wall with infuriating nonchalance.
“This is stupid,” she muttered.
“No arguments here,” he replied.
Seconds ticked by in awkward silence. Mikasa could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, though she wasn’t sure if it was anger or something else.
“So, uh…” Eren’s voice broke the quiet. “Do we just… stand here?”
“What else would we do?”
Eren shrugged, though she could barely see the movement in the dim light. “I don’t know. Make it look convincing for those idiots out there?”
She narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean…” His tone turned teasing, the smirk practically audible. “They probably think we’re making out or something.”
Mikasa’s face burned hotter. “As if I’d ever—”
He stepped closer, his breath brushing her ear. “Would it kill you to lighten up for once?”
“Would it kill you to stop being so annoying?” she shot back, her voice sharp.
And then, as if years of tension had reached a breaking point, they collided.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was messy and heated, all teeth and clashing emotions. Mikasa’s back hit the wall as Eren pressed against her, his hands braced on either side of her head.
She grabbed his hoodie, yanking him closer, her lips moving against his with surprising intensity. It was like a dam had burst—years of bickering, frustration, and unspoken feelings pouring out in one impulsive, fiery kiss.
Eren’s hand slid to her waist, pulling her even closer as the air between them grew hotter, heavier.
“I hate you,” Mikasa murmured between kisses, her voice breathless.
“Right back at you,” Eren muttered, though his grip tightened as if he never wanted to let go.
Time seemed to blur, their surroundings fading until—
Bang!
The closet door burst open, light flooding the cramped space.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” Connie’s voice shattered the moment, followed by a chorus of laughter.
Mikasa shoved Eren away, her face flaming. He stumbled back, looking just as caught off guard but quickly masking it with his signature smirk.
“Guess we got carried away,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal.
Jean looked like he might combust on the spot. “Carried away? You guys were practically eating each other’s faces!”
Sasha doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh my god, this is the best thing that’s ever happened!”
Mikasa stormed past them, her lips still tingling. “I hate all of you.”
Eren followed a moment later, hands in his pockets but a smug grin tugging at his lips.
“You’re welcome for the show,” he said as he walked past the group, ignoring their whistles and jeers.
Later, when the party had wound down and everyone was too tired to tease anymore, Eren found Mikasa sitting on the back porch.
“You good?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.
She didn’t look at him. “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot.”
He sat beside her, the silence stretching out between them. For once, it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“So,” he said finally, his tone light but his eyes serious. “About what happened…”
“Don’t,” she warned, though her voice lacked its usual bite.
Eren smirked, leaning back on his hands. “Fine. But for the record… I think we broke some kind of record for closet makeouts.”
She shoved him lightly, but for the first time all night, she smiled.