[ it had been the most awkward and any type of attempt at speaking to mikasa after that day was always a flunk. her door was locked. she wouldn’t come out much and when she did she’d duck away or try to get out of the situation. overall, eren had started to get miffed for two reasons: 1) he wanted to talk and 2) being unable to felt like a hulking guffaw from fate itself in saying give up on that already. and maybe he should. he stopped trying. he’d swallow what he’d considered and left it be as things should be. his birthday was the next day, and as always, eren never expected much from it. they were always so busy all the time and he was already alive— it was alright if he didn’t get some sort of celebration. scarce as those were for him, he’s found wanting to celebrate less of himself the more he grew older. nineteen? twenty? time is strange, he didn’t know any more.
so stepping out of his room later that morning to nearly step into a folded bundle indeed surprised him. lifting it up and letting it unravel in front of him pointed to mikasa’s own hands in this creation. a vest. a comfy looking one at that.
was she even in the apartment anymore? eren stepped out to investigate, hanging the vest over his arm, tucking it into his middle and trying to deal with the heat on his face. ]
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so stepping out of his room later that morning to nearly step into a folded bundle indeed surprised him. lifting it up and letting it unravel in front of him pointed to mikasa’s own hands in this creation. a vest. a comfy looking one at that.
was she even in the apartment anymore? eren stepped out to investigate, hanging the vest over his arm, tucking it into his middle and trying to deal with the heat on his face. ]