Mikasa stepped in the room, opening the door to see Jean undressing. With a composed expression, she gazed in his direction, expecting him to freak out. The raven-haired teenager blinked, spinning around on her heel as she walked out, "Sorry." She said coolly, closing the door before a light blush escaped onto her cheeks.
ރ || It happened as an accident, but luckily the teacher was nice enough to let him change in the room instead of risking being seen going to the bathroom down the hall to change. He was helping the woman put some things away and when something from the top shelf fell, the next thing he knew, he was caked in dust. Luckily he had extra clothing because he was sleeping over at the warehouse that night.
Arms stretched over his head as he shed his shirt off and tossing it aside carelessly, he rubbed at the back of his neck. Levi was going to kill him for tracking in dirt into the warehouse. Just as he was about to shimmy out of his pants, he heard the door open and he whirled around by instinct. Eyes widening, he stumbled back a step or two, ❝G—Gah! Mi..Mikasa!❞ In his surprise, he hastily pulled his pants back up and scrambled for his shirt, a flush warming his cheeks.
When she turned and left, his head dipped forward in shame. Oh man, how embarrassing…