After the Storm - [AU] Male!Mikasa x Reader

You hated storms, now even more so than usual.

Your clothes were drenched and heavy on your body as you trudged hopelessly through the streets, tears streaming down your face as your heart beat erratically. You and you boyfriend, Mikasa, had recently moved to your new apartment in a city far away from your hometown. Being the idiot you were, you decided to go exploring in the location of which you’d be living – to which you proceeded to get lost. For hours.

Before you knew it, the sun had disappeared from the sky and it had begun to rain. You were left in the outskirts of the city wet, cold, and in the dark. You couldn’t stop the tears from pouring out of your eyes when it hit you that you were hopelessly lost.

Through some trick of fate you had managed to make it back to your apartment building, though your tears never stopped flowing. The shock had wracked your body so much that despite you being in a safe place you still didn’t feel entirely safe.

You hugged yourself before rushing through the building with your head ducked down to avoid any unwanted gazes from the other residents.

You hurriedly made your way to your apartment, speaking in broken sentences interrupted by your sobs. You opened the door only to meet your worried boyfriend ready to head out – probably to search for you, you assumed. He seemed just as shocked as you were to run into him, the look on his face told you that he’d been just about ready to send out a search party.

Mikasa broke the silence and spoke first. “[First]? Where the—where the hell were you? What’s happened?”

Your lower lip quivered as you attempted to regain composure. “I-I was out in the town but then-then it got dark and I got lost a-and it started to rain then I got scared and--” It was difficult for you to continue on with your sentence due to how frantic you were. Mikasa thought you resembled a child in this moment – even though you were feeling traumatised, he couldn’t deny that he thought you were adorable.

He cupped your face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on your trembling lips. “Shh, [First], it’s alright. Next time you go exploring I’ll come with you… with an umbrella.”

You pushed your lower lip out and looked up at him. He had to repress the urge to squeeze the life out of you. You were just too damn cute.

He kissed your forehead before calmly looking you in the eyes. “Alright, you’ve calmed down now? Go run the bath while I mop up, I’ll come join you in a minute, okay?”

You simply nodded your head and awkwardly waddled off to the bathroom to do as he said.

Fifteen minutes later, and the two of you had been relaxing in the lukewarm waters of the bath. Mikasa was leaned against the porcelain of the tub, while you had been safe and secure in his arms. Steam rose from the water, enveloping the bathroom in a pleasant clean aroma. You felt much more relaxed now, like you could fall asleep right there. The rain had still been pelting down heavily outside, but you were feeling relieved that you were indoors instead of out there.

The tips of his fingers lightly ran up and down the lengths of your arms, the sensation he gave you sent shivers through your body. Just being there with him calmed you – he always seemed to know how to make your heart flutter.

“Thank you, Mikasa,” you breathed lowly.

He moved to press his lips against your temple before leaning back in his original position. “Don’t worry about it. You’d do the same thing for me, right?”

You smiled. “Yeah, I would.”

Now dry and out of the bathroom, you had been sitting on the edge of your bed waiting for Mikasa in nothing but your underwear and a “borrowed” shirt of his. He walked in through the door not five minutes later with a brush and hair tie in his hand. Not to mention he was shirtless, and goddamn did he have muscles worth ogling at. He slipped into place behind you, the insides of his legs pressed against yours.

“Alright, how do you want your hair done?” he asked, placing the hair tie between his teeth.

“Um… can you braid it?”

He hummed in response and got to work. You honestly had no idea how Mikasa even knew how to do up your hair as well as he did, but for some reason he loved doing it. It became sort of a routine for you, and you always revelled in the way his fingers felt in your [H/C] locks. It was very soothing.

He pulled your hair into one section, leaving your neck exposed. He couldn’t stop himself from placing a few soft, playful kisses along the contour of where your neck and shoulder met. You giggled at his ministrations; you couldn’t put into words how much you loved it when he kissed you like this. Unprovoked kisses always took you by pleasant surprise – you enjoyed it.

After he ever-so-delicately intertwined your hair with itself, he wrapped the tie around the end of your hair to keep it firmly in place.

Mikasa then proceeded to pull you under the covers with him, enclosing you in his toned and protective arms. “Have I ever mentioned how much I like it when you go to sleep shirtless?” you asked.

“Mmh, a few times, but I could stand to hear it more,” he answered half-heartedly, his eyes already drifting shut.

“I really like it when you go to sleep shirtless.” You buried your face in his bare chest and lazily draped your arm over his side.

“I guess I’m not going to be wearing a shirt to bed anymore, then.”

You smiled against his skin and listened intently to his even breaths as he drifted off into peaceful slumber. It was nights like this where you felt eternally grateful that you had someone like Mikasa in your life. As long as he was with you, you’d always be safe.

Your eyes and your mind feeling heavy with sleep, you quietly mumbled to no one in particular, “We should get married.”

“Okay,” Mikasa replied.

“Wait what?”