Unrealistic future「Mikasa x reader」✔

2.

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There was still a feeling of suprise lingering within my mind. I wasn't sure whatsoever. I knew Mikasa was kindhearted. In her own way. I had never a single doubt on it. Despite that, I felt drawn to there was just a stupid suspicion in the fact that she prefers to treat me like her best friend at work instead of sticking to the formula of being my boss.

We sat in a nice cafe in the immediate proximity of the set, a little detour that we've already done so by often. It was happening very often that we did in our break at lunch time, it got most times more than funny.

The sunlight reflected in her hair and so in mine refreshing warmness in the noon hours. I sat there with crossed legs, looking slightly down on the iron table with beautiful ornaments. The small coffee cups were standing on the table, and they decorated the end picture.

I raised my head slowly, eying Mikasa's eyes. They were looking in a way so steel, that certain look kind of hurted if a person knew her really. It was normal that her eyes weren't showing that many emotions, but she was a very good person, at least in my opinion.

"Now tell me why couldn't you come earlier?" she started asking me. I sighed, I totally knew I had to answer this, but I had no clue she would ask me it immediately. I slipped a bit of my coffee while closing my eyes for seconds. I eyed my eyes again on hers, and my e/c ones met her grey ones with fewer emotions than mine.

"Ah well–" I started rubbing the back of my head. It wasn't embarrassing it was just feeling strange telling it her in a togerness that was just out of us too. At least it felt in some way uncomfortable to me, I didn't know how it was for her. There was no sign in her face that could tell what she was thinking or feeling.

I bit on my lip, still thinking of if it was believable what I would tell her. "Ymir was assigned to tell me that you wanted me to be there, but she didn't care and let it lie on the left." I told her slowly, proceing to look . The tone in my voice wasn't to overhear it was something that sounded nervous and scared together, which wasn't the most perfect combination.

"And—we all know Ymir." I stopped within the sentence for seconds. There was an unsureness that I should continue explaining, and I sighed afterwards. At the mention, we knew Ymir. I had to laugh a bit. It was the blank truth, what only made it worse in the end effect.

"So last question are we doing this as boss and employee or friends... nor neither of them?" I questioned interested. I expected her to answer also that it could take a while till she did anything. She tilted her head to the right side, staring at the street. She turned her head back to me, "I don't have a big reason why I wanted to go here with you." she retorted at it still having a normal facial expression.

Ouch, that hurts, I thought. Not even a speceficate zone. In fact, there was really squeezing something in my heart together. Not like a mirror shatters into a thousand pieces no - more comparable to squeezing a tomato together till it's mushy. Sometimes, there we're going things and questions through my head that told me in a reproaching way to stop this drama inside my head.

The questions on the other side were related to Mikasa and the way I felt for my best friend. I had The voice in my head told me to stop the nonsense behind this all. I hated it, this one-sided love, but who was I kidding.. please, who didn't?

"However, there was also a second reason." she suddenly started adding out of nowhere. It got me by surprise that she actually told me that. I didn't let the sudden actions get me. Somehow, there was still the joy I had inside my stomach, a dozen butterflies. It was so warm and welcoming and also familiar.

I let a small smile slide off my lips, "So you wanted my company while we have our lunch break?" I asked, still smiling, analyzing the girl. There was a well-known expection that she would start reacting in a certain way. "And you wanted me to accompany you~" I mocked her, emphasized the me in the sentence.