BLOODY WEBCAM:YOU & I , Mikasa Ackerman. (a kinktober tale)
❝ I love you till ,
Your heart stops beating & I can taste your blood on my tongue. ❞
cross posted via wattpad
IN WHICH: YOU: a 21-year-old college student struggling financially decides to join an online webcam for out of desperation for money. While the materialistic desire changes your life and accelerates it for the best, things begin to take an odd turn when a particular viewer is infatuated with you beyond a computer screen and is willing to do anything to get access to you. Are you ready for a killer fall?
CONTENT WARNINGS: black coded + bisexual reader , tattooartist! + lesbian mikasa , long hair mikasa as well (prone to changing).
DARK CONTENT: stalking, obsession , parasocial relationships , kidnapping , murder
SMUT: sex w/ men is mentioned and implied. lesbian sex (scissoring, tribbing, strap on sex etc.) , blood play , masturbation.
trying to write a happy ending for this series because of this poll but it’s lowk inspired by some bullshit so i’ve just got a wip of angst out the ass and no happy ending ideas at all (yet)
warnings: mentions of eremika (past), mentions of trauma/nightmares
a/n: from this request!
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post war!mikasa who starts a farm after her diplomatic duties are done. She grows all the food she needs, cares for chickens and pigs and a few cows. She's got two horses, too, and she spends a lot of her time tending to her crops and her animals. Staying busy is the only thing that helps her avoid the memories.
post war!mikasa who doesn't know how to cope for a long time. Of all the blood on her hands, Eren's seems to cling there like honey. She'll think about his final moments, his death at her blade every day for years on end. The first day of respite she gets is the day she finds you collapsed in the meadow next to her wheat.
post war!mikasa who falls into a familiar rhythm of tending to you. She's bandaged wounds and nursed fevers in camps before. To her, it's just another way to keep her hands busy.
post war!mikasa who smiles when you finally buck up after a few days. She doesn't mind feeding or caring for you. It's nice to have someone to tend to after being alone for so long. Of course, Armin and Jean and Connie come to visit occasionally, but they have their own lives.
post war!mikasa who listens when you tell her your story. She was never worried about you hurting her. You couldn't even if you tried, but it's still relieving to hear that you were just down on your luck and happened to pass out in her meadow.
post war!mikasa who's still suspicious of you. As happy as she is to have company, she still keeps her eye on you, especially when you're out with her animals. She's never met you before, but it's not like she doesn't have enemies who'd wish to see her downfall. You could be a spy. Or an assassin. Someone sent to distract her with a sob story and a pretty face.
post war!mikasa who decides to let you stay as long as you help her around the farm. You say you don't have anywhere else to go, but you're willing to help with daily chores. Mikasa will chop wood, and you'll stack it. She'll harvest wheat, and you'll mill it to flour. You'll milk the cows, and she'll carry the buckets into the house to make cheese and yogurt.
post war!mikasa who doesn't realize a month has passed until Armin comes to visit and asks about you. She finds herself unable to describe your relationship, but she chalks it up to the fact that she's never been the best with words. When Armin asks if she feels safe having you around, she finds that answer much easier but no less surprising.
post war!mikasa who doesn't let her guard down around you until you see her have a nightmare for the first time. They haven't been very intense since you've arrived at her home, some sort of messed up blessing. Tonight, she's been kicking and screaming for a few minutes before she wakes up to you sitting next to her bed with a cup of tea and a slice of bread you baked earlier today. She doesn't say thank you when you offer her the food, but she doesn't push you away when you sit next to her to brush out her tangled, sweaty hair.
post war!mikasa who lets you see her scars for the first time on a particularly hot summer day. The two of you go down to the lake near her farm, looking for some relief from the sun. It's a beautiful area, surrounded by tall trees the provide shelter from the scorching rays. You jump in first. Your vibrancy has been slowly infecting Mikasa. When she first met you, she wouldn't have even entertained the thought of getting in with you. Now? She's stripping down to her shift and wading into the water. She ends up sitting on the edge of the lake while you splash around, and you see her for the first time. The patchwork of scars on her skin. Most are subtle. She hasn't taken very many hits in her life, but they're there. You're sure they're connected to the nightmare she had, but you don't say anything.
post war!mikasa who always thought that Eren would sit heavy on her heart for the rest of her life. While his presence is still there, it's no longer suffocating. Her love for him will never die. It'll never fade. She'll carry him with her for the rest of her life, but you…you make her smile again. For the longest time, she thought she had forgotten how to get her face to do it, but all she needs is to see you, arms and face covered in flour as you huff and puff over the loaf of bread you're kneading.
post war!mikasa who realizes that she doesn't need to love someone like she loved Eren. Love comes in many different shapes and inspires many different kinds of feelings. For Eren, it was loyalty, devotion, and passion. With you, love has started to feel like warmth, peace, and the quiet knowledge that no matter where the day takes you, you'll always end up back in the same place.
post war!mikasa who's unsure of when she started feeling comfortable enough for you to touch her, but she's suddenly aware that she doesn't flinch away when you rest a hand on her shoulder or brush her hair out of her face. In fact, she finds herself leaning into it. The first time she ever initiates touch, you're sitting on the porch right after the sun set. The stars are out and reflecting in your eyes. You're eating a strawberry tart you made together. She walks right over, sits down next to you, and leans into your side like that's where she's always fit.
post war!mikasa who, after another nightmare, lets you crawl into bed behind her. She doesn't move, but she lets you curl up around her. Comfort washes over her, her heart rate slows, and her breathing evens out. When she wakes up and sees that you're still there in the morning, she kisses your cheek to wake you up.
post war!mikasa who starts making you new clothes. She claims that the people in town aren't as good. That she knows you better than them. And, maybe she does. The first dress she makes you is sturdy and fits you better than anything you've ever worn before. From then on out, you let her make your clothes.
post war!mikasa who feels as though you're guiding her scattered soul back into place one piece at a time. It's not loud, it's not passionate, and it's certainly not the intense kind of love she had with Eren. But you're warm and safe and so steady that she's all too willing to let you take her in your hands so you can sort out all the tangles together.
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armin, eren and mikasa all have a thing for you. they’re constantly placing bets on who can get the closest to you every week.
you, although confused because you weren’t used to the attention. you let them even though you could tell that it was a game. you liked it.
mikasa was always in the lead, grabbing your wrist and pulling you in the closet during passing periods and making out with you. she was always better at winning.
eren was always next in line. always telling classmates to move so that he could sit right next to you. brushing his leg against yours under the table. resting his hand on your thigh.
eren and mikasa would always tease armin about how he’s too slow, and that he was going to lose his chance with you if he didn’t man the fuck up. he wasn’t as brave as them and he knew it. all he could do was stare at you and imagine how good it would feel if he ever got the chance to have you naked.
he would try and one up his friends by saying,
“today she let me borrow her notes”
or “today i helped her pick her books up off the floor”
and they would always just laugh at him. it was cute how the smallest things armin would count as a win.
unfortunately, for eren and mikasa
armin was the one you wanted most. you would do anything to get him to say a word to you. you would think about how it would feel making out with him instead of mikasa, or feeling his touch instead of eren.
⟢ ii — scars ✦ 𓏻 main masterlist. series masterlist.
summary: mikasa and y/n both thought what happened on Halloween was a mistake until they started to crave for more...
ཐི༏ཋྀ tags/cw: first person pov. OOC. use of y/n. top mikasa ackerman. bottom fem reader. masturbation (reader). fingering (r!receiving). nipple sucking (r!receiving). aftercare. frenemies with benefits.
ཐི༏ཋྀ wc: 3k7
ཐི༏ཋྀ not proofread !!!
ཐི༏ཋྀ a/n: i enjoyed writing this sm TvT lit got so horny i started gooning mid-writing mb💔 anyways i hope yall enjoy this part as much as i enjoyed writing it!!!!! likes, reposts and comments are appreciated🥹
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Whatever happened with me and Mikasa on Halloween was only a random one time thing. It only happened because we were in the heat of the moment. I mean we were both drunk and high, she wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot poll sober ever.
Or that was what I thought…
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One week after Halloween 𓂃⋆.˚
It was a week after Eren and Jean’s Halloween party. Sure I was high and drunk as fuck, believe me, the hangover I had the morning after was hell on earth.
But no hangover could make me forget what happened that night.
I kept thinking of her, when I shouldn’t in the first place. But I couldn’t help it, how her breath fanned over my lips, the softness of her lips mixed with the roughness of how she was kissing me, littering kisses all over my sensitive neck, and how could I forget how her fingers felt inside of me. It drove me insane, I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, as much as I hate to admit it.
Like? The best orgasm I had was in Jean Kirstein’s closet and it was with Mikasa, my once sworn “enemy”. What the hell is even happening?
She probably doesn’t remember what happened or worse, she does and she regrets it heavily. Why the hell would she think of me anyways?
Worst thing yet, she left fucking proof that whatever happened, did happen.
What even drove us to both dress as vampires and have fake fangs on? Her fangs sunk into me so deep it drew blood and now a scar is forming.
Now everytime I look into the mirror, the scar on top of my skin waved at me like a joke, constantly reminding me that “Yeah, I let Mikasa Ackerman finger me inside of a storage closet”.
I tried not to think of her but it was so hard. The orgasm I had was so good, it made me horny. Maybe that's what happens when you go on for weeks without sex.
I don’t know what happened, I thought that I could take care of it by touching myself but nothing worked. From my fingers to my vibrator but nothing matched with her fingers.
But here I am, still making a poor attempt at trying to cum without thinking of her and those fingers of hers.
I laid on my bed, shorts and underwear off. Two fingers deep inside of my gushing pussy, other hand rubbing my clit. No matter how hard I tried, her face kept flashing through my mind.
I can’t cum without thinking of her, trust me, I tried so hard. I even put on porn but I can’t help but think of me and Mikasa doing the stuff the girls in the video were doing. It was a homemade video of a lesbian couple I found on Twitter. The girl in the video was being eaten out by her girlfriend, tongue and finger combo.
I’ve always preferred homemade videos when it comes to lesbian porn, since the ones on most porn sites were all the same. Two skimpy painfully looking straight white girls scissoring or fucking themselves on a double-sided dildo, it all looked so fake.
It was all for male gaze. Fuck men, they make me physically sick.
“Mikasa… fuck..” I moaned, her name slipping out all of a sudden. Picking up my pace as I was about to release. “Fuck, Mika… I’m gonna cum..” I was going to cum at the same time as the girl in the video until the doorbell rang. What the fuck?! I paused the video.
Pulling my fingers out of my cunt to wipe them clean, I reached for my phone to check the time. “11:47pm? It’s almost midnight, who would be here at this hour?” I mumbled to myself.
I quietly walked out of my room to check who could be at the door at 12AM. Sasha was already sound asleep in her room.
I opened the door and couldn’t believe who was standing in front of me. “Mikasa?! What the hell are you doing here? Don’t you know it’s 12 in the fucking morning?!” I whispered, yelled, tried my best not to be loud so I wouldn’t wake up Sasha. What is with her and always interrupting me when I’m about to cum?
Is it really her? Or did I fantasize about her so much that I’m hallucinating?
No reply, she just stood there, typical Mikasa. “If you have nothing to say then go ho-” Next thing I knew was her lips on mine, and I fucking kissed back.
Her hands were on either side of my waist, holding me closely while my hands cupped her face. Why am I feeling like a heavy weight was lifted from my chest? Realizing what I’m doing, my eyes shot open, pulling away from the kiss. “What are you doing?! Sasha’s sleeping in the other room!” Mikasa put a finger on my lips to shush me. “Don’t worry, she’s a heavy sleeper.” She murmured. I don’t know what came over me but I let her in.
Shutting the door behind me, I turned to Mikasa, who was standing in the middle of my living room like a lost puppy. She was wearing a white tank top, no bra and grey sweatpants, draped over them was an oversized black zip-up hoodie. It looked casual, like she was just in bed and randomly put on a hoodie to come over. That explains the no bra, my face heated up just by “accidentally” taking notice of her hard nipples poking through her tank top.
I shook my head to shake those thoughts away. “Uh… Let’s go into my room, we’ll wake Sasha up if we talk here.” I said awkwardly, in which she nodded her head and followed behind me to my room.
“So, are you gonna explain why you decided to arrive at my place in the middle of the night?” I sat on my bed after locking the door to my room, looking right up at her. “Were you watching porn?” Her eyes diverted to the paused video of a girl eating out and fingering her girlfriend I was watching to get myself off.
Fuck, I forgot to shut my laptop off. Blushing out of embarrassment, I immediately closed my laptop. “None of your business. A girl has her needs, you know?”
That smug look I hate so much crawled up onto her face, she looked down at me. “Is that so? You couldn’t have called me?” My pride was too high to give in. “Why would I? It’s not like you were good last time anyways.” I lied straight through my teeth, like I didn’t just touch myself to the thought of her a moment ago.
“Oh so you do remember?” Her head tilted. She remembers? “Whatever, don’t change the subject. What are you here for?” I questioned her, changing the subject so we wouldn’t have to talk about my sexual needs and the fact we fucked a week ago anymore.
“You.” She bluntly replied. Oh so it’s like that. “Me? Why?” She cupped my chin, leaning down closer to my face. “Don’t act dumb, you know damn well why.” Her fingers traced down my neck, stopping at the scar she left on me from her “fangs”.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mikasa.” I continued to play dumb, waiting for her to snap. My ego is way too big to give in, I like to win, it thrives me and knowing Mikasa, she does too but I won’t let her win that easily… She has to give in.
“Fuck, Y/n. You want me to say it?” She looked so needy, it turned me on, I felt all wet again. Maybe I was wrong about her not wanting to fuck me sober. “Obviously you have to say it for me to understand, because I’m a little lost over here.” I’m enjoying every second of this. That’s what you get for not letting me cum twice, karma’s a bitch.
“I need you.” Mikasa cupped my face with both of her hands, staring into my eyes, that are “innocently” batting at her. “How bad?” I licked my lips, my hands started tracing the zipper of her hoodie. “So fucking bad, baby. I can’t stop thinking of it, my fingers inside that tight pussy, the sounds you make. You left a scar on me too, you know that? Fucking bitch, you always have to win. I cannot not think of you when I see this on my neck everyday, it’s like a reminder.” Well atleast we have one thing in common. I smirked at her neediness. “Prove it then.” She wasted no time roughly kissing me, I wrapped my arms around her neck to pull her in closer. She fell on top of me on the bed.
Our lips moved in sync, it was so addicting I think I can spend all day making out with her and I still wouldn’t be bored. Mikasa detached her lips from mine, a string of saliva connecting our lips. She positioned herself up against my pillows before patting her lap. I crawled to her, swinging my leg to straddle her lap. She dived straight to my neck to litter them with kisses. “I’m gonna ask you something and you have to give me an honest answer, alright?” Looking up at me from my neck. “Mhm…” I hummed. “Have you been touching yourself, thinking of me?”
I’ve never answered a question so quickly. “Yes…” She seemed satisfied with my answer. “How’d you do it? Was it any good?” I shook my head. “I tried everything, I tried fingering myself but my fingers weren’t as good as yours. I also tried my vibrator but that was another lost cause.” I pouted at her, grinding on her lap as I grew more and more needy. “I even tried watching porn…” Pointing at my laptop, that Mikasa just saw with porn on it. “But I kept thinking ‘what if Mikasa was doing those things to me?’”
“Poor baby, so needy for me but couldn’t say a thing because your pride’s too high.” Her hands moved to my spaghetti strap top, moving the straps down to reveal my tits. The cold of my air conditioned room hit my nipples, hardening them. “You’re so pretty.” She gave them a squeeze before wrapping her lips on my left nipple. I let out a whimper, I’m so sensitive there.
“I was… touching myself to the thought of you, then you came.. Fuck!” I yelped at her biting my tit. “Seems like I’m always interrupting you while you’re about to cum, huh? Well, I made it up to you the first time, I’ll do it the second time.”
“Please…” I was so needy, my hands traveled to my waistband to take them off. “Are we growing impatient?” She teased, grabbing my wrist. I started to whine, she finally released them. Immediately, I slightly lifted myself off her lap to pull my shorts off along with my panties, tossing them aside, revealing my pussy glistening with arousal.
“Are you trying to kill me? Fuck, I never got to see this perfect pussy clearly in Kirstein’s fuckass closet. Now that I did, it looks just as good as it feels.” Her eyes were fixated on my cunt, hands tracing up and down my slit. Slick coating the tip of her fingers. “Mika… need it so bad..” I grind my clit on her fingers, begging for more.
“Need what, baby? You need to be more specific for me to understand.” She teased. Bitch, using my own words against me. Normally, I wouldn’t let her win that easily but I was just so horny I couldn’t take it. “Your fingers, inside me. Now.” I insisted. “So bossy.” Sliding two fingers inside of my soaked cunt. They fit so perfectly, I didn’t even need to adjust. “It’s like you were fucking made for me.”
Her fingers moved in and out of me slowly at first then she slightly picked up her pace. Her mouth returned to the spot on my tits, sucking and licking my nipples, making sure to take care of them equally. I roughly grabbed her face, clashing my mouth onto hers, shoving my tongue down her throat.
I let out small whimpers into her mouth as we made out. Her fingers remain inside of me, moving at a faster pace than before. “Mika…” I felt myself coming closer to releasing, detaching my lips from hers. I started fucking myself on her fingers. “That’s it baby, use my fingers.” She laid back, enjoying the sight before her. Me using her fingers to get off, tits bouncing as I lift my hips up and down on her fingers.
“I think I’m gonna cum, Mika…” I fucked myself faster on her fingers, her hand came up to rub my clit making me cum faster. “Fuck!!” I came so hard, probably the first time I’ve ever came that hard since the party. Mikasa removed her fingers from me.
Growing exhausted after all the bouncing I’ve done. I dropped my head onto Mikasa’s shoulders, snuggling my head in the crook of her neck. I shot my head up. “You haven’t cum yet.” Her hand traveled up to the back of my head, holding me close before murmuring. “I already came at the sight of you cumming. C’mon, I gotta clean you up.” She lifted me off of her lap like I weighed nothing. Placing me onto my bed, she stood up to the bathroom. I whined at her absence. “Don’t go…” I closed my eyes, arms reaching out for her.
“I’m just going to the bathroom to clean you up.” I heard her stern voice.
A moment later, she came back with a warm wet cloth. “Sit up.” She ordered but I was too worn out to even move. Giving up on my stubbornness, she sat me up by herself. I looked at her cleaning me up, wiping the stickiness between my thighs first then my arms. Somehow, it felt intimate.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked her. “Doing what?” She replied, still focused on cleaning me. “This.” I waved my hand around.
“You really think that low of me? I’m an asshole to you, sure but I’m not that much of an asshole to fuck a girl then leave her because I’m fulfilled, that’s the bare minimum.” She explained, finishing up. Of course she’s doing it for her own sake, can’t let the word spread around that Mikasa Ackerman fucks and runs.
“Okay, you’re all clean.” I nodded, putting my top back on and sliding my panties up my thighs.
She walked out of my room, like none of that happened. “Close the door on your way out.” I yelled out to her, in reply she threw a ‘thumps up’ in my way, without looking back. There she was, being an ass again.
And that’s how Mikasa and I ended up in this mess.
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Present day 𓂃⋆.˚
That was two months ago, I thought that it all ended right there when Mikasa walked out of my apartment.
But oh how I was dead wrong. We just couldn’t get enough of each other, our sex drives were so high that no one could keep up with it but us. I slept with other girls after her sudden appearance at my apartment in the middle of the night, she did too. Unfortunately, no girl was like her and for her, no girl was like me. She said and I quote, “They were all too easy, let me do whatever I want with them. That’s not what I want.”
So that was when we agreed to an arrangement that benefits the both of us, like a “friends with benefits” type thing, as if you can even call us “friends”.
I remember vividly how this all started.
Me and Mikasa sprawled on my bed after fucking nasty. “What are you proposing? That we become ‘friends with benefits’?” I sat up from my place on my bed. Sasha was on a date with Niccolo, she said she’d be staying with him afterwards. So, I called Mikasa up. “It’s not like you can call us ‘friends’ but yeah, something like that. We use each other for sex, nothing else.” She explained, putting her clothes back on. “Okay.” I shrugged, laying back down on my bed.
We did lay down a few ground rules for this “beneficial relationship”.
No strings attached.
“One, we cannot have feelings for each other. I don’t wanna be involved in that tacky lovey-dovey bullshit.” She said, in which I nodded to. “Okay, easy. I have no problem with that. But you, Mikasa… Will you fall for me? I know no one could resist this charm of mine.” I teased her, immediately regretting it after seeing the scowl on her face. ‘Oh she’s serious’ I thought to myself. “It may work on your other easy girls but not with me, nice try though.”
No “jealousy”.
“I want an in on this too.” I said. “Shoot.” She jutted her chin in my direction. “We’re still allowed to screw with other people aside from us. Just because only we can fulfill each other’s sexual needs means that I can’t flirt or screw around with other girls, I mean what we have is only sex right? What if I need a real connection with another person? So… Two, no jealousy.” I talked way too fast, a weird habit of mine.
“No problem at all. It’s not like I’m gonna fuck with only you anyways. You’re just, unfortunately, the best one.” She coldly said. “The fuck do you mean by ‘unfortunately’?” I don’t know why I got so offended, it’s not like I didn’t know she’s not fond of me. Why do I feel uneasy thinking of the fact she has other girls aside from me? I laid out this rule.
I shook the thoughts out of my head.
Our friends CANNOT know.
“So like… does this change anything between us?” I asked out of curiosity. ‘What do you mean?” Mikasa asked. “Like we’ve always disliked each other, we argue all the time. What if our friends catch on.”
“They won’t. It’s not like we’re in love or something. You still irritate me as much as you did before we started screwing around.” She said coldly, never failing to irk the fuck out of me. “I could say the same thing about you. Rule three, our friends can’t know.”
But honestly speaking, I think Ymir and Historia caught on. They never asked me directly but how could they not? We’re all lesbians, it’s like there’s this vibe within me and Mikasa that screams “we fuck from time to time but we still obviously ‘hate’ each other”. Not hard for them to catch on, especially Historia, she’s too observant. And for the others, they have no clue. straight people am I right?
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Winter break has finally started, our group normally doesn’t have anything important to do in the first few weeks of December. Some of us go home for the holidays and new year’s, some of us stay.
At this moment, all of us were having lunch at the local restaurant we usually hang out at, the one Niccolo’s working at. That’s how he and Sasha met.
I couldn’t stop laughing at Connie’s random story about whatever the fuck, I’m not even sure but everything he does makes me laugh. Seriously he could just be breathing and I would start laughing out of nowhere.
Chewing on my pasta, I averted my attention to Mikasa, who was sitting on the other side of the table next to Eren. She brought some girl along with her to lunch with us, sitting on her right. That girl has been attached to Mikasa’s hip for a few days now, even before winter break started. The audacity? This is our group, she can’t just randomly bring strangers that we don’t know along with her? Does she have an ounce of respect?
“Oh my god, Connie you’re so funny!! Isn’t he funny, Mikasa” Her irritating voice chirped made me stop laughing. Way to ruin the mood.
I learned that the girl’s name was Louise, she had short blonde hair which I recognized from the Halloween party. Also, how could I not mention that she’s incredibly annoying. Her voice alone makes me wanna rip the hair out of my scalp. Always talking about some bullshit, talking about Mikasa all the time. Oh Mikasa did this, Mikasa did that… whatever the fuck.
Bitch when will Mikasa shut you the fuck up?
“Um… Y/n? Why are you squeezing your fork so tight? I feel like it’s gonna bend at any moment.” Sasha snapped me out of my train of thoughts. I looked down at my hand, I was in fact subconsciously squeezing my fork way too tight. Loosening my grip on the fork I turned to Sasha. “Why does Mikasa have to bring her along on our hangouts all the time? Does she even respect us?”
“Louise? Oh trust me she irritates mostly everyone in the group, probably except Marco, he’s too nice. Why does Mikasa bringing her here bother you so much anyways?” What Sasha said kind of calmed me down, a little, great to know everyone in the group is as much a hater as I am.
“It doesn’t. I just hate it when Mikasa gets attention. Is she that desperate that she has to let the first girl who gives her attention throw themselves on her like that? Fucking egoist.” I stared at Mikasa’s direction, the sight of her next to Louise pissed me off so much I lost my appetite.
“I need to go to the bathroom.” I stood up. “You okay, hun?” Sasha asked me in concern and I shook my head. “I’m fine, Sash. Just full.”
I entered the bathroom, closing the door behind me before heading to the sink to splash water on my face. Why am I feeling like this? Why does Mikasa and Louise bother me so much? I can’t explain it but whatever, I don’t care… right?
