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ebullience21: Can you make a fic were mikasa starts growing her hair out again cuz eren asked, or she did it for her, either way eren loves it and always finds himself playing with her hair in any situation.
Even in the short year that Eren spent away from the walls, away from the military, and everything his life had been up until the point that the last Titan fell things didn’t change too much. Well, sure he didn’t need to worry about dying every day and fighting for his life so that was new and yeah, he didn’t live inside the walls anymore but really he still felt like himself; just a little more at ease and a big weight off his shoulders.
It was his choice to leave, and he didn’t regret it in the least. He loved the fresh air of the open area he his house built in, and he loved being free to do what he pleased to do but most of all he loved being able to spend time with the people he loved, the ones that made it out with out. Armin still decided to remain in the military for now but he often came out to visit.
Mikasa stayed with Eren; something he was very grateful for and not just because her presence was always welcome. While Eren felt like he wasn’t changing too much aside from the obvious, Mikasa on the other hand was like a whole different person now that she was free from the walls and choices that caged them. Every day he watched more color rise to her face, she smiled more, she seemed brighter, happier even just doing chores around the house or farm. Her laugher filled the house much more often and that alone had Eren smiling more than he did in a long time.
Aside from all that though there was one more noticeable thing Mikasa had changed: her hair was getting longer. She always kept it very short in the military and he knew that was partly at his urging so her long hair wouldn’t get tangled and hurt her; hell, he even helped her cut it most of the time. They lived in a world now where they didn’t need to worry about cables tangling or hair getting tangled at high speeds though and Mikasa stopped cutting it.
She’d put it up sometimes in a messy bun, or pinned up with some clips especially when she was working but Eren loved it when she left it down which she’d normally do before she went to bed. She’d lay down, her hair down past her shoulders and spilling down onto her back. She’d laugh but Eren always loved to reach over and run his fingers through her long hair. She’d wrap her arms around him, leaning her head against his chest while Eren ran his fingers against her head and down till her hair stopped causing him to reach up and do it again.
Her hair was just so soft. He had no idea how she managed it because his hair was definitely not that soft. He was a guy though, maybe that was normal but Eren remembered Sasha always complaining that her hair was tangled and matted and Mikasa never seemed to, not when it was short and not when it was long. It was kinda like silk, well, Eren assumed he never actually felt silk before but it was probably soft enough. His fingers just slid right through every time he played with it; it was so beautiful, but that shouldn’t surprise him since Mikasa was always beautiful.
“Why do you always do that?” she mumbled against his chest one night while his hand was bushing through her hair.
“Hmm?”
“Why do you always run your fingers through my hair?” she asked, eyes looking up at him.
“It’s so soft,” he answered honestly. “I’ve never felt anything like it before.”
Mikasa chuckled as he reached up again to brush through her hair.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Get it so soft?”
“Why?” she teased. “Want your hair to be as soft?”
“Maybe.”
She laughed. “I don’t do anything different to it so I’m not sure. Sorry I can’t help get your hair silky soft.”
“That’s okay.” He pressed a light kiss against her head before he ran his fingers through her hair again.
Mikasa let out a content hum. “It could be because of my mom.”
Eren paused for a moment; she still didn’t talk about her parents very often so he wanted to proceed carefully. “What makes you say that?”
“Her hair was like mine. She’s the only one I’ve ever seen who had fine, dark hair like mine.”
“Did you like to play with her hair too?”
“Maybe,” Mikasa laughed. “Maybe when I was a baby.”
Eren ran his hand through her hair again. “Do you think our kids will have your hair too then?”
She was quiet for a moment and with a jolt, Eren realized what he had asked her. “No,” she said. “I hope they have your hair.” Mikasa reached up to ruffle his own head of hair, though he was sure it didn’t feel half as nice as her hair felt.
“My hair?” he snorted, trying to ignore the fluttering in his stomach at the thought of little kids with his hair and Mikasa’s eyes. “Why would you want anyone to have my mop?”
She laughed again, settling back down against him. “I love your hair too.”
Eren rolled his eyes but he rested his hand on her lower back, shutting his eyes as he leaned his head against hers.
“It was one of the first compliments I got from a stranger.” Her voice was softer now, likes she was falling asleep; which wasn’t too uncommon, Eren often put her to sleep when he played with her hair.
“About your hair?”
Mikasa nodded against him. “It was Jean, he told me it was beautiful and exotic.”
Eren grunted. “What an ass.”
“Stop it,” she laughed. “I didn’t like the attention so I didn’t take it for much, but I remember it.”
“Well, it is beautiful,” Eren said. “Not because it’s exotic, but because it’s just another part of you. It’s you who’s beautiful.”
“When did you get to be such a sweet talker?”
“Who says I wasn’t always?”
Mikasa actually laughed a loud at that one but he wouldn’t have ever been mad, not when he had to smile every time he heard her happy like that. He reached up to her head again, this time to just tangle his fingers in her hair and to hold her close to him.