Attack On Titan: Goodbyes

Mikasa sits sprawled across his lap, her arms lazily draped around his neck as Eren presses slow, lingering kisses along her face—her temple, her cheek, the corner of her lips.

His touch is absentminded yet affectionate, his fingers tracing soft circles over the swell of her stomach. She smiles, her eyes fluttering shut, but a single tear escapes, rolling down her cheek as she leans into his warmth.

In front of them, the children are lost in their own little world, giggling and playing with their toys. The sight fills Eren with an unfamiliar sense of peace, a relief washing over him as the moment feels… normal. As if their life is nothing but this—just love, warmth, and quiet happiness.

Then, her voice dips into a sultry whisper, right against his ear.

"Ereh… you look so rapey right now… I won't be easy on you tonight…"

Eren stiffens immediately, his ears burning red. "Idiot," he mutters, his grip on her waist tightening. "The kids might hear you—"

But she cuts him off, her breath warm against his skin as she starts to flirt, her tone playful yet dripping with mischief.

"I'm sorry bae but I just can't resist you anymore...." she murmurs. "Those big green eyes…" she purrs, running a slow finger along his jawline. "I just get lost in them sometimes…" She bites her lower lip, tilting her head as she traces the curve of his shoulder. "That big, chiseled chest…"

Eren exhales sharply, and she takes full advantage of it, her fingers ghosting over the firm muscles beneath his shirt.

"I just wanna lay on it and just get hazy and stuff." she sighs dramatically, pressing herself closer against him. His hands instinctively find her waist, pulling her in until they're eye to eye, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

"And those thick, beautiful thighs…" Her voice drops even lower, a teasing smile curling at her lips. "I just wanna get suffocated in them."

Eren lets out a short laugh, shaking his head. "You're unbelievable."

But he's smirking, clearly entertained by her antics, and Mikasa knows she's winning. She trails her fingers over his collarbone, dragging them slowly across his shoulder before leaning in close—so close that her lips graze his ear.

"Yeager…" she whispers, her voice dripping with temptation. "There's something I want you to do for me."

Her teeth catch his earlobe, nibbling just enough to send a shiver running down his spine.

Eren swallows, already preparing for whatever scandalous request is about to leave her lips.

Then she pulls back with an innocent smile, eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Cut my hair for me."

Eren blinks, barely registering. Moments ago she was flirting with him and now she's asking him to cut her hair? Before he knows it, they're outside the cabin, the cool night air wrapping around them in a quiet embrace. The children are fast asleep inside, leaving just the two of them alone beneath the soft glow of the lantern hanging from the porch.

Mikasa sits on a wooden chair, her reflection cast in the mirror propped up in front of her. Slowly, she reaches up, pulling loose the ribbon that holds her ponytail together. Her long, raven-black hair cascades down her back like silk, catching the dim light in soft waves.

Eren's breath hitches. She looks stunning.

For a moment, he simply stares, mesmerized by how effortlessly beautiful she is. The way her bare shoulders peek through the loose fabric, the way a few strands fall over her face, framing those deep, dark eyes that always seem to pull him in.

In his hands, he grips a pair of scissors, a comb, and a blade. The weight of them feels heavier than he expected.

Mikasa meets his gaze in the mirror, a gentle smile playing at her lips.

"Ereh…" she murmurs, her voice soft, unwavering. "I want you to cut them as you please."

She closes her eyes, trusting him entirely.

Eren exhales, stepping closer until he's right behind her. His fingers brush against her hair, trailing through the strands before gathering them in his hands. They're smooth, familiar

With a steadying breath, he lifts the scissors, the metal catching a faint glint of moonlight.

He hesitates.

Then, with quiet determination, he makes the first cut.

The quiet snip of the scissors fills the night air.

Strands of jet-black hair drift down like fallen petals, settling onto the wooden floor beneath them. Eren watches, transfixed, as each careful cut reshapes the woman he has loved his entire life.

Mikasa remains still, her trust in him absolute. Her eyes stay closed, her breathing calm, but he sees the slight tremble in her fingers resting on her lap.

His hands move with a delicate precision, combing through the remaining locks before bringing the blade to them, refining the edges. The hair he once buried his fingers in, the same hair he used to watch sway with every movement she made—it's changing under his touch, just as everything else in their lives had.

Yet, there's something intimate about this.

He tilts his head, watching as the moonlight catches on the new length, now cut just above her shoulders. She looks… different or utterly familiar, and he smiles remembering the time when he told her to cut her hair for better maneuvering but the real reason was Jean. And even now she looks no less breathtaking.

Eren sets the scissors down and exhales, stepping back to admire his work.

Mikasa slowly opens her eyes, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. Her fingers rise to her newly cut hair, brushing against the shorter strands.

For a moment, she says nothing.

Then, she smiles.

Eren swallows, warmth flooding his chest. He steps closer, hands finding her shoulders as he leans down, pressing his lips to the crown of her head.

"Do... Do you like it?" he whispers against her hair.

Mikasa hums in approval before turning slightly, looking up at him through lidded eyes. "Do you like it?"

Eren blushes, looking away, "Um... But you'd look beautiful even if I shaved your head."

She laughs softly, shaking her head before reaching up, cupping his cheek. Her thumb traces along his jaw, her touch featherlight.

"Thank you, Honey," she says, her voice laced with something deeper. Something that makes his throat tighten.

He covers her hand with his own, squeezing gently.

"Now... Sit down..." And Eren blinks in confusion a bit confused as she pulls him to the seat.

Eren stumbles slightly as Mikasa pushes him down onto the chair, his brows furrowing. "Oi… what are you—"

"Shhh," she hushes him with a playful smirk, running her fingers through his long hair. "You cut mine… now it's my turn."

Eren's green eyes widen slightly as realization dawns. "But… I don't want to cut them..."

Mikasa pauses, her hands resting on his chest as she shifts on his lap, locking eyes with him. Then, slowly, she lowers her gaze, cheeks turning pink, her fingers fidgeting as she bites the tip of her finger.

"Ereh~chan…" she murmurs, voice laced with a teasing whine.

And he looks at her eyes screaming 'not again.'

"I... I really want to see Ereh-chan with short hair... But..." Her flirty, uncertain expression deepens, eyes darting away as if too shy to meet his. "But I won't force him if he doesn't want to... It's just that…"

She trails off, biting her lip now, fingers lightly tracing the fabric of his shirt, her entire face red.

"But… I really, really wanted to see him with the hair I like..."

Eren freezes.

His heart clenches, his brain short-circuits, and within seconds, his nose twitches—then a single drip of blood slides down.

"Ah—!" He quickly wipes his nose with his sleeve, his head nodding so fast it might fly off. "A-ahh… Mikasa, if that's what you want—then, then do it!"

Mikasa beams, her flirty, mischievous smile returning full force as she throws her arms around him, hugging him tight. "Ahhh! I knew Ereh-chan wouldn't refuse me!"

Before he can even react, she's already pulling back, clutching the scissors with a dangerous sparkle in her eyes, grinning as if she's won the greatest prize in the world.

Eren, realizing he may have just dug his own grave, gulps. He swallows hard as she steps behind him, the scissors gleaming in her grasp, her short black hair swaying as she tilts her head, eyeing his thick brown locks like a hunter analyzing her prey.

"Ereh-chan~" she hums, running her fingers through his hair, playing with the strands. "Your hair is so soft... I almost feel bad cutting it..."

Almost.

With a smirk, she leans in, pressing her lips against the shell of his ear, her breath warm. "But I really, really want to see you with the hair I like..."

Eren shivers. His fingers clench on his lap, his ears burning red.

Then—SNIP!

The first lock of hair falls.

Eren's soul leaves his body.

Mikasa giggles, watching his face in the mirror, her flirty yet innocent expression filled with pure excitement. "Ahh~ Ereh looks so cute already..." She grabs another section and—SNIP!

Eren flinches, his eyes darting to the mirror. His once long hair is now falling away in uneven layers, and for some reason, Mikasa looks like she's enjoying this way too much.

"M-Mikasa... You're sure you know what you're doing?"

She pauses, blinking, before flashing him a teasing grin. "Of course! I'm very experienced in cutting things, Ereh..."

A drop of sweat rolls down his temple. "Fine I trust you... I mean what exactly could go wrong, right—"

...

"Eh?"

Eren stares at the mirror, his green eyes widening in disbelief. He blinks once. Twice. Then again—because surely, this can't be real.

His hair has never been this short. Sides trimmed, his bangs fell in a natural, middle-parted, curtain-type style.. This... this somewhat looks like his hair back when he saved her all those years ago, but shorter.

His expression slowly deadpans.

He shifts his gaze toward Mikasa.

Her eyes are sparkling—no, glowing—like she's just uncovered a national treasure. And before he can even react, she throws her arms around him, practically knocking the air out of his lungs.

"Ereh-chan!!" she squeals, nuzzling her cheek against his, her grip tightening as if she's afraid he might run away.

Eren just sits there, stiff as a board, still processing what the hell just happened.

Eren remains frozen, his mind still buffering as Mikasa tightens her embrace, practically vibrating with excitement. She pulls back just enough to cup his face, her fingers tracing along his freshly trimmed sides as she hums in approval.

"Ereh-chan..." she sighs dreamily, tilting her head to admire him from every angle. "You look so... handsome... and super sexy."

His eye twitches. "…Wasn't I handsome before?"

She giggles, completely ignoring his question as she runs her fingers through the remaining strands on top. "Ahh~ it's so short now! You look like the Ereh-chan from back then... but even hotter..."

Eren exhales sharply through his nose. "Mikasa."

She suddenly presses both palms against his cheeks, squishing his face.

"Ereh."

"…Mikasa."

"Ereeeeeeh~"

"…Stop that."

But she doesn't stop. Instead, she keeps poking, prodding, and admiring her masterpiece like she's just unlocked a new level of happiness.

Eren barely has a second to react before he's hoisted off the ground like a sack of potatoes, his vision tilting as Mikasa carries him effortlessly through the doorway.

"Oi—Mikasa! What the hell?!"

The door slams shut behind them, and before he can even sit up, she throws him onto the bed. The mattress creaks under the sudden impact, his stunned green eyes meeting her burning gaze.

She's breathing heavily, her face flushed, her lips parted, drool leaving from the side of her mouth as she stares down at him like a predator that's cornered its prey.

"Yeager…" she murmurs, voice thick with desire. "I... I don't think I can control myself anymore..."

Eren swallows hard. "Mikasa—"

"Ughhh... Take these damn clothes off!"

He blinks. Then blinks again as she tears his shirt open, buttons flying in every direction.

"What—Hey! That was my only—"

"Spread your legs... Now!!" And he gulps like a frial, helpless kid about to be devoured whole.

She waits just a split second before her expression changes entirely. "So... That's how it's gonna be, huh?" And he gulps as her hands part away his legs and she flushes even deeper.

"Mika~chan..." He whispers his embarrassment piqued as he bites his finger. And she looks at him with flushed face. "Be... Be gentle, Kay?"

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That night the poor boy lost his manhood more than five times.