Miche Zacharias Week 2021

Hearing one of Miche’s men, Thomas, yelling that wall rose had been breached with the loud gallop of his horse, she dropped her duties as the king’s medical team and stole her horse out of its shed and ran off. The two, noticing her presence and immediately knowing why followed suit. Stealing a military police’s ODM gear when they passed by one.

She knew.

(Y/n) knew that she hated how Erwin put the new recruits— without food or water or their gear out in the open with only Miche’s squad guarding them. And she should’ve interfered with it right then and there. It was the respect she put toward Miche that stopped her from ever calling out Erwin’s . . . tactics.

“We’re considered traitors if we go help the scouts,” Alex sang, excited that he was finally breaking free from the duties forced on them. It had been too long since he last landed a blow on a titan’s nape.

“To hell with that,” Laughed Theo, dashing further away from them. Equally, if not, then more, excited than her. It’s good though. That distance between all three of them was enough for in case. “As long as we don’t use that alchemy thing, we’re all good.”

“(Y/n)!” They laughed. They could do that all they want. But if the person they first come across is Miche, she’ll have no choice but to follow what her mind was telling her to do.

Alex pointed at the castle to their right. “I can see a scout up there! On a roof!” Deeming it a waste of they stopped to risk the gas supply. Scouts die every day, what’s new?

“Suicidal bastard, dare I say.” Only when she fell off her horse in throwing the last arrow at his way, did Theo realise that (Y/n) had other plans. A knee planted on the ground, and the cut off blades circling Miche at where the hairy titan left him to be eaten, she clapped her hands together.

Alchemy.

There was nothing else besides allowing the fear in their eyes to show but to run to where an unconscious Miche lay. Alex threw her cautious looks, waiting for her instructions. “Really, (Y/n)? Alchemy? On him?”

“Assuming he bought time for his squad, you and Theo should go ahead. They’ll take rest at Utgard Castle.” Just in time for Theo to come back with Miche resting on his back. His eyes a window to what he saw. How brutal alchemy could kill titans. “With his legs broken like, he’ll die.”

Alex, hesitant. “They’ll imprison you when you go back!”

“I’ll send in our family’s personal army, those are kids, Alex!”

“Did your hatred towards him manifest in a titan?” Came Alex, eyes black and heavy after what he saw at Utgard Castle. And Theo, still confined to his bed, suffered more. At least the recruits were all okay. “Word on the street, he’s lost an arm.”

Physically, that is. They didn’t know what was in their minds. Guessing is as far as they can go.

Anger seeped through her words, mindful of how she wiped Miche’s forehead. Who was at their personal wards, the treatment for his leg injury keeping him in his bed. “He should’ve lost it entirely. Commander Pyxis told me. Bastard still has a stump.” She ignored the questioning look Alex wore when he came around to the other side of the bed to have a look at this scout, knowing that she could only avoid him. BUt not run off like in the fields two days ago.

“You’re awfully frustrated.”

“Maybe I am. But to leave your right-hand man? Both of his legs crushed— he could’ve died a

torturous death.”

“Why save him then? We don’t know if he’s going to stand tall again.”

He allowed himself to continue when she stayed silent. Unmoving in her spot. The hand hovering Miche’s face stilled.“Scouts die every day, (Y/n). Their graves were outside the walls even before we were born.”

“But not before our family’s ancestors were stranded on this island.”

“What makes him special enough for you to risk our family’s secrets, (Y/n)?”

“He’s my lover.”

It only angered her more when the titan-loving section commander snuck in the— no. First, she trespassed in their estate’s grounds and invited herself to the special ward where Miche was holding on to the bars that were helping him learn how to walk again. Then, pestered him to describe the titan that spoke and how many were there to injure ‘humanity’s second strongest’.

He wasn’t a man of many words, even before and how he kept to himself wasn't by choice. Being attacked like that and the news of his two squad members only brought to him after their funerals. His silence was from the trauma from all that.

“Miche.” her eyes pleaded with him to say something. He wasn’t blind to it. He sat at her room, one she made adjustments to fit his taste, and accompany his state. A wet cloth wiped his arms clean after they took a walk. Theo was proud of the crutches he made to fit Miche’s height. Insisted that he goes out to explore the garden and test it out.

“I know it’s hard. Even seeing your jacket causes so much stress— but tomorrow, can I ask you to come with me? I need your presence when I look at Erwin.” He nodded, bringing a hand out to hold her face. Her leaning into it. “Thank you, Miche.”

He nodded again. Turned his attention to the skies, it was the same colour he almost died in. “Dinner should be ready in a few, anything I can do . . .” even when he couldn’t speak, he opened his arms to her. It’s not enough. When the time comes that he can speak again, he’ll tell all the things she deserves to hear.

To be honest, he only knew of the (Y/n) going against everyone in her stories. Sometimes from the merchants, she came across and nearly threw a punch at. Seeing this side of her, watching someone who could be so soft and caring, shake Erwin’s face with her words was something he felt confused about. How was he supposed to feel when his friend hiding under the guise of being a commander to send his troops to their deaths, could’ve been stopped when she could’ve done it long before? No, the person who could’ve stopped Erwin was the same person with who he was so vulnerable.

“Our preparations will go to waste.” Levi narrowed his eyes, darting them at Miche from where he leaned. Knowing that they both felt that gut feeling.

“And so will the lives of your soldiers, Commander.”

“Humanity can’t take another step without taking a risk.”

IAnother emotion showed besides anger. Arrogance. “You can tell them all your lies. Put on a great act even, but just like you, we want to see the fuss around this basement as well. My family’s more than happy to lend our army of trained soldiers to reclaim wall maria.”

Alex, who he learned was her older brother . . . from another woman, jokes them. “There are things far more interesting than the basement, ones that no need to risk the lives of

your men for, commander. Yes, this kids a brat. But give her a chance, will ya?” As he spoke, he stabbed pieces of blades from their ODM gear on his table.

“I stand my—”

“My family is from outside the walls.”She raised her hand, revealing a butcher’s blade gleaminng when the sunlight hit it—

“(Y/N)!” His crutches fell to the ground, along with him. The same look on his face when he encountered the beast titan was there when the stench of her blood hit his nose. Why do such a thing?

She shed that awful persona when she turned to him. Cradling her arm. “I’ll be okay Miche, promise.” Then a flash of blue light, blinding them.

“Was that? Is that why I’m able to walk?” He asked when she settled beside him on their bed. Her hair sprawled out on the pillow for him to take a strand and twist around his finger. “Did you need to cut yourself like that?”

“Your legs were like that when I took you here. Bleeding all over. Erwin needed to see it for himself.”

That brought a laugh from him. “He's already lost an arm, frau. Can your . . . power do that?”

“No, it’s called xingnese alchemy, used in healing. There’s plenty to explain,” regret settled on her face when she remembered all his stories of seeing his comrades die. “Alchemy can free this island from Marley.”

“Marley?”

“The reason why we have titans and why my family was shunned to this island.” He used the same hand to caress her face, lulling her to sleep. “Don’t push yourself too much, Miche.”

“Mhm.”

Across him, she smiled at the waiter by their table, sending him off after their orders were already taken. A pasta for her. Extra garlic bread. And he forgot what he told her. Too baffled at the sight. At how carefree she looked given the state . . . she is in. How- how giddy she still is.

“Where’d you get that?” Even he forgot the reason why he was at the restaurant when he was looking long at her.

It was an impromptu event. He joined the line at the restaurant, thinking that he’d be seated at the bar. With a seat perfect enough to see how his best friend would do. Only to have (Y/n) stare wide up at him with her tight-lipped smile. Grab his hand and showed the bump

That landed them on a priority list and then be sat down at the reserved tables. The waiter revealed that they were for show simply because they didn’t want to entertain too many patrons tonight.

It felt wrong, really.

And no amount of how pretty she looked under the light would lessen the guilt he had.

“Prop department. There’s so much you can find there.” Like a true expecting mother, she put her hand above the bump, looking around. “That’s not the point.”

Yea, that’s not. But with how convincing the bump looked like, and how they agreed to be a pretend couple when the waiter asked, it almost was the point.

She asked, after a long long look at Erwin, with eyes twinkling. “What kind of lover is he?”

“Erwin? You like him or something?” His expression turned sour. If the answer was what he assumed, then there goes another addition to women and the measures they’d go scaring him.

“Is that why you’re here? Going as far as faking a bu—”

“If it weren’t for this,” she was sinister in using the knife to point at the bump, ”you would be in

line and I’d be having a fine evening. Hmm, maybe I should go on with a DIY insemination— you know, if one steps up to love me.” She’s not taken? He’s always wanted to ask if she was ever free as they walked out of the conference halls. But her straightforward personality, like everyone else, kept him within the boundaries of colleagues.

She pulled him out of his bubble of thought with a suggestive tone at the end partnering her grin. “I should be asking that, too. What kind of best friend watches his best friend? Unless you’re in the closet.”

“I’m straight as I can be, Miss (L/n). I’ll show it to if you let me. So,” He let his tone ask her, the silence as the only chance for her to continue.

“Really?”

“Why not?”

“Make this an actual bump?”

“Jesus Christ, I keep forgetting that’s fake,” he spoke into the cup he tipped toward him. “It’s very realistic, really, artists are . . .” he stopped again when her eyes weren’t on him. Only watching what’s behind him. Erwin and Levi. Right. That was the reason he got dressed up and forced himself out of his house.

For Erwin.

“It’s pure curiosity, really. You know Zeke Yeager?”

He shrugged, keeping quiet of the disputes he had with him. Both in the fields, they were in, and in their undergrad years. “ ‘Course, who wouldn’t?”

“Dated him,” she showed a professional photo of Levi. His side profile was fierce as he looked into the crowd. Taken at an event Miche presumed she hosted. “ The Levi Ackerman, for six years. Engaged for two—”

“You two are such a lovely couple!” Chirped a couple who finished their meal and was out to exit the restaurant. When the realisation set in, Miche’s ability to speak was as good as sizzled like the next table’s dish. Breath caught in his throat.

“Thank you so much, ma’am,” she smiled, embodying it so well.

The older gentleman took to himself and approached Miche. Patting his shoulder, with the other hand resting on his cane. “Do you know the gender yet, she’s got that pregnancy glow to her.” No, she’s just really pretty, sir.

He couldn’t believe he was going to do this. Or that in his years of living he was going to lie at the faces of an older couple who looked so excited for a nonexistent pregnancy.. “We decided to keep it as a secret for the actual day, it’s a little monster though.Kicking his mom

at night.”

“Or her—” (Y/n) leaned back, smiling so widely. And her hand on top of it again.

“Take her on all the dates now, once your trolls come out, you two are done for. Look at us,” the older woman gestured to them. “My fifth one left for college yesterday, and this a reward to ourselves. We’ll leave you now. Have fun, alright.”

“Thank you very much, ma’am. Have a safe drive home.”

“It’s disturbingly accurate.” Again, she pointed the knife at her stomach. Grinning playfully at Miche. “No, please don’t do that again.”

“Then I’ll take it out? It’s a weird colour, too. Iike there’s an actual human in it.”

“I’ll be squeamish every time I see you.”

“Christ, you’re so buff and you look so pale right now.”

“And?” He remembered what she was rambling on about Zeke Yeager.

“Ah Zeke Yeager and Levi, so they break up because he’s been hiding their relationship. He

wasn’t out to his parents.”

“Shit!”

“Yeah, the industry’s really sketchy. He only got with Levi for the sex and the connection. Source? My friend interviewed him, I edited the article. His family paid us a good amount to cut the sex part, too. ”

“And you’re in it.”

“Unfortunately, but hey. At least Erwin’s company ey okay. Not as toxic when I was a writer.”

“Can I ask what you actually do?”

“Advertising head in Erwin’s company, radio DJ and hosting on the side. And I help my university get all these people to speak for undergrad students— ugh which reminds me of the doctor Erwin’s been talking so much about, I’ve sent an email asking him if I could interview him because apparently, he’s super busy. No reply at all.”

Hold on.

He knows that.

Miche cautiously asked. “Doctor Zacharias?”

“Ah, you know him, too? He’s interview material, magazines even, but with a schedule like that, never mind. Really.” She took his silence to continue. “You know him?”

He had no choice and hung his head low. Sighing. “I am him,”

“Great!” Out of nowhere a mini journal and a pen hanging on its clasp appeared on the table. “You wanna be interviewed while we eat or—”

“Huh? Dude, what?” He might’ve turned his head too fast when he turned too Levi and Erwin’s table. Erwin laughing at something Levi had said.

“Do you wanna be interviewed here and now? Or would you rather we eat?”

“But aren’t we spying on the two?”

It was tempting to do so. Scandalous when Erwin took Levi’s hand from across the table and brushed his knuckles with his thumb.“Yeah, but they’re grownups now, they can walk on their own.”

“Miss (L/n), you are a ball of energy, aren’t you?”

“And you—” was she going to say something to flirt back? “Need a better scheduling system, Dr. Zacharias.”

A knock on the door, interrupting him and Erwin’s only time to rest in the middle of the week. Miche straightened himself on the chair, sleeves already rolled up on his forearm. Erwin had no other choice, swiping a hand over his tired face. “Come in,” he forced out.

And there she was, carrying a stack of files. All with yellow tabs sticking out, a triumph look on her face in placing them on his table. “All done, I just need your signature.” Their eyes met when she stood up straight, stretching her arms up. “Oh,” catching Erwin’s attention and stopping him midway about how employing her gave them the right artistic direction.

“That’s doctor Zacharias.”

“We already met, actually.” So, she dressed the opposite in the office. In baggy clothing and her hair all in her face. And outside, she was another person. “How was your night, Erwin? Fun?”

“Amazing, yours, miss (Y/n)?”

“Likewise. Chased a doctor for an interview. Who vomited for some reason—” it wasn’t just some. The fake bump looked too realistic enough that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it.

“Aha . . .”

She dismissed his worried look with a continuous wave of her hand. “We have different definitions of fun.” A narrow-eyed glance at him, who’s gone pale again, telling him not to say anything. Like, he’d be able. He’s already feeling the vile rise up again.

“Thanks again, Erwin. I’ll be off, got a radio program to host.”

“I’ll see you at the barbecue this week?”

“Of course, bye ‘win!” Miche would’ve laughed at the nickname, and asked how close they were if he wasn’t too focused on holding his thumb in his fists.

“You alright?” Asked Erwin after the door closed.

“I wish.”

She stirred in the tangle of sheets the made. Eyes so wide in staring at nothing and her blanket wrapped closely around her shoulders. Bare shoulders. ‘Course—’ they’d sleep long. Missing the promised dinner. They didn’t even wait— no he didn’t wait until she was completely out of the shower, coming to hug her as his teeth nipped on her skin once the door was unlocked.

Not that she’s ever complained. She equally missed Miche as well.

Who was asleep. Right behind her, still giving the same warmth he radiated. Little snores escaping him.

‘Hah, friends with benefits,’ except it’s them fucking each other when he flew in Japan to visit her to celebrate their birthdays together. With a finger, she started tracing the top of his nose, one hand on his chest. She’d say it’s to balance herself, but she missed him, too.

Even more, to be honest.

2.30 am

His hand found her torso under the sheets. Welcoming heat on her cheeks and a feeling she thought she’s dwindled after going at it too many times. His watery eyes, still half-closed and the nod was enough of an invitation. Her mouth latching on to his “Mmm⁓” the blankets being kicked off. Maybe the bedsheet after they're done.

Yeah. They did it again. Fucked too much that they were knocked out long enough that restaurants closed. It was either to cook or walk to the nearest convenience store.

“Can I keep this?” She sang too excitedly, already knowing the answer when she opened the balcony’s door.

A sizzle of fried rice over his whistles. “You’re always stealing my shirts,” Miche stole glances at her, dressed in his own shirt, preparing the mini table on the balcony. It was peaceful. So domestic. That he’d quit his corporate job to be with her. Close the distance between Pardis and Japan.

If it weren’t for reality’s voice reminding him that they were still friends. Nothing beyond that yet.

“Asking is a formality,” how sad that the younger versions of themselves spent more time together before they knew of the feelings they had for each other. “Oh, that smells nice.”

“Look at us. Third time flying here, and I still haven’t taken you to Harajuku like I promised.”She was on his lap, head on his shoulder. Four beer cans around the plate of fried rice they shared.

“I’m with you, that’s all I want.”

“It’s like you’re always buying a ticket to her just so we could fuck— we probably got our FBI agent off in one of our calls,”

“Don’t say it like, what the fuck?!”

Her hyena-like grin made him even more— “Oh fuck you, (Y/n). How do you even think of that?”

“Right, who was it who was rubbing one-off when they answered the call?”

He cringed. At himself and at the memory of it . “I’m sorry, but still, don’t say it like that.” Knowing well that she liked it when his hand covered her mouth, using his fingers to make her lips pout. “Shush, babe, shush.”

Then silence. Nothing but watching Japan’s night sky from her balcony. A commercial aeroplane taking off, reminding them of their borrowed time. He'll fly off somewhere where his job wanted to in. Leaving her. Being separated by the merciless timezones.

Her chest heaved up. “I’m proud of us Miche,” her soft tone, tired from all that they did since he's arrived, as she drank from her bottle.

“Oh?”

“For masturbating on camera—”

“No, (Y/n), no.” His tone contradicted how she giggled.

“But seriously, look! I’m doing artsy stuff, you’re a . . . you’re there, ahem— a sugar daddy in the making. And the first in your family to have a degree.” Honestly, at this point. And this who he chose to love to. Miche was ready to accept her and all the dilf jokes she was making.

He won't say it out loud, but it's flattering him. Feeding his ego.

“You’re doing stuff, too—” From her lips, he tapped her nose. ”Remember when you were so scared about getting your storyboard rejected?”

“Mhm, you were the first one I called.”

"And you were crying." And then silence hung in the air.

It was when another aeroplane flew by that she hugged him closer, her way of begging him not to go without saying anything more. Maybe they’ve lived their dreams long enough to start one together. Somewhere new. He can take on three more projects, save enough to settle down wherever she wanted to go. “Don’t go, Miche.”

A reassuring hand caressed her head. He hid his tears by looking up, trying to ignore her cries. He’d be unable to leave in two days if he allows it to affect him. .“When I come back, I’m marrying you, (Y/n). That’s final.”

“What?” She pulled back, fresh tears still running over the wet surface.

“Fuck it. Tomorrow, we’re looking for rings tomorrow.”

“Miche,” he cupped her face.

“There’s nothing stopping us now,” not school. Not his family. No one. “Well then, here’s to us then,” he tried to change her mood, bringing up a can up her lips. Instead, she shook her head, sitting up on her knees to remind him that he needed to be rational. "You don't have to worry about paying for anything, I have the money, (Y/n)."

‘Think about this, Miche’ or ‘why me, Miche?’ And every time she asked this, he was always ready to give her the same answer in the most patient tone.

Though it seemed it was her who was thinking long. “If we have time, we can get married at the embassy instead of waiting.” an answer he didn’t expect he’d hear.

An answer that silenced him, before his arms locked around her torso hugging her close to him as he fell forward. He has never muttered so many 'thank you’s in between his scattered kisses.

“What about your dream wedding?” He laid panting when he was done parading her around her apartment,

“I’m already marrying you, Miche.”

“Thank you, (Y/n).” it was him who let his tears flow onto her the hand he held. Bringing it up to his lips. “You won’t have to wait longer.”

A: Attention

Mike is very attentive towards things that he is interested in. Once he gets started, it is very hard for him to stop. However, when it comes to other mundane matters such as work, or chores, he finds himself getting distracted often, looking for breaks frequently.

During his years as a student, he would definitely be the student that sits at the back corner of the class, looking outside of the window, and occasionally even dozing off. However, if he gets called to answer questions, he is always able to do so.

B: Behaviour

Mike is sociable, friendly, and good at keeping up with conversations, however, he isn't really a chatterbox. He prefers to be the one listening and giving advice.

He is also very sensible and mature, acting as the voice of reason among his group of friends. He keeps calm even in stressful situations and is able to perform under pressure. However, he will have random occasional outbursts.

C: Career

As a people-person and a great listener, Mike would do well in jobs that revolve around close human interaction. He would do well as a counsellor, a social worker, or a translator.

Mike is also a sporty and active person, and he would enjoy working as a physical education teacher, a fitness instructor, or a swimming coach. He enjoys nurturing and teaching, and takes pride in sharing his knowledge with others.

D: Dating

Mike usually lets his lover plan their dates, but occasionally he would take the lead to plan dates too. Mike doesn't have a favourite dating spot or dating activity, he just follows whatever his lover planned.

Mike enjoys exploring new food joints and eateries, and also places where he can try new outdoor activities. If he found a new eatery, he would do extensive research about that place first, before telling his lover about it, and bringing them there for a lunch date.

E: Energy level

Mike is really easy-going, as such his mood is always calm and collected. He doesn't have random bursts of energy, but gets very excited when doing something he loves.

Mike has no preference for staying home, or going out. He enjoys the comfort of staying at home, and likewise loves going out to meet new people. However, if given the choice, he would prefer to be outdoors, basking under the sun.

F: Fashion

Mike would enjoy wearing plaid shirts, flannels, and long-sleeved jackets. His dressing is also very laid back and chill, choosing to wear loose-fitting shirts and trousers. He likes wearing sandals, boots, and loafers.

Mike also dresses really casually, and will coincidentally have a lot of green in his wardrobe. He does not have a fancy wardrobe, and has clothing that has been with him for many years. Mike would own a trenchcoat that he bought years ago, and it's his one and only favourite that he always wears.

G: Games

Mike would be a casual gamer, occasionally having game nights with Erwin and Levi. He would enjoy playing games like Counter Strike, DotA, Call of Duty, or Fortnite.

He also enjoys playing games like Outlast, Resident Evil, or The Last of Us. He is not fazed by jump scares, thrillers or suspense, but is fuelled by all these elements while playing.

On the other hand, Mike wound enjoy playing indie games like Minecraft, Stardew Alley, or Among Us when he needs to take a break from playing FPS games.

H: Hobbies

Mike loves the outdoors and nature! You can expect to find him waking up early on weekends to hike and catch the sunrise, go on fishing trips, camping trips, and road trips with his friends.

Also, I feel that Mike would enjoy doing puzzle games. Sudoku and crossword puzzles are just some of the things he enjoys. He enjoys playing trivia games too.

Lastly, Mike would enjoy doing hands-on activities, such as building his own things. He likes going to IKEA to buy furniture so that he can assemble his shelves and bookracks on his own. He would also enjoy reading up on cars and learning how to fix his own car. He also offers to do simple car maintenance for his close friends too.

I: Interior

I would imagine Mike's home to be very simple and comfy. His house doesn't have many things, just the necessary that every household needs. He doesn't have many decor items and keeps to the bare minimum. I would imagine Mike to have a few house plants as well.

His room would definitely be a little messy, but he still cleans his house regularly. Mike's room would have a large sofa bed, in front of his television, so that once he feels tired from playing games, he just lies down and can fall asleep.

J: Jealousy

In a relationship, I think Mike would be really easy-going, and he trusts his partner 100%. Therefore, he's not a jealous lover. However, he would be wary of those who want to get closer to his partner and will watch out for those who have other intentions.

He also isn't the type to do things to make his lover angry or jealous. If his lover dislikes him being around a certain colleague, he'll listen to them and avoid that colleague. If his lover wants to check his phone, he'll let them do it as well. Trust is extremely important to Mike, and he would never do anything that would break the trust his lover has for him.

K: Kinks

Mike has a size kink, and he cannot deny it. He loves the feeling of being taller and bigger-sized than his lover, and enjoys the feeling of towering over them with his height. It makes him have the urge to always want to protect his shorter and smaller lover.

On the contrary, Mike would also similarly get extremely aroused if his lover was the taller and bigger one. The tides have turned and he no longer is the 'bigger guy' anymore, and this excites him.

Mike also has a kink for handcuffs, blindfolds, and gags. He likes depriving his lover of their senses, and hearing them become a whiny mess, asking to be released from their restraints.

L: Love language

Mike shows love mainly with words of affirmation, followed closely by gifting. Next in line are quality time, acts of service, and lastly physical touch.

Mike isn't much of a talker, but he always cheers and supports his lover with his words: "That outfit looks amazing", "you're doing really good", "thank you, you're the best". Mike encourages and reassures his lover with his words and mean everything he says.

Mike also is the type to enjoy gifting his lover. He isn't the type to splurge, but the type to buy thoughtful gifts. He buys his lover flowers on random days or makes them a card during special occasions. He's also the type who enjoys making personalised gifts.

M: Marriage

Marriage life appeals to Mike, yet he is also fine without it. To Mike, being married is just a legal obligation, and with or without it, he still loves his lover the same.

If he were to propose, he would definitely get Erwin, Levi, and Hange to help him. Mike would probably end up doing something cheesy like arranging candles into a large heart shape, have a big banner saying 'WILL YOU MARRY ME?', and appear with no less than 99 roses in the bouquet. He would be really nervous, and Erwin had to write his 'proposal script' on placards.

N: Nicknames

Mike would love calling his lover any cute variants of their names, because it is unique. He loves calling his lover like that because it is special, and he loves seeing his lover become embarrassed whenever they hear Mike calling them that nickname.

Growing up, Mike was also on the receiving end of nicknames; probably 'nose', 'giant', or 'weirdo' to name a few. Mike doesn't mind people giving him nicknames, especially if they're his close friends.

O: Outbursts

Mike is usually mild-tempered, and keeps his cool. He's the type who tends to hold his anger, and releases them in short outbursts. He shouts a lot when he's angry, but once he cools down, he goes back to his usual self again.

Mike is generally a quiet person and doesn't talk too much, yet you know he's angry when he stays silent for too long. You also will know he's angry when he continually stares at someone, throwing daggers in their direction, but doesn't approach them.

P: Parenting style

Mike would be the dad who loves bonding and playing with his children. He allows them to get dirty; playing in the mud, catching bugs in the summer, rolling in piles of autumn leaves, digging for seashells at the beach.

Instead of scolding or punishing his children whenever they did something wrong, he would always talk to them and reason it out with them, making sure his children knows what they did wrong.

He'll be the fun dad who makes lame dad jokes to cheer his children up, and the thoughtful dad that all of his children's friends love.

Q: Quirks

Mike would wear earplugs and an eye mask to sleep because he prioritises sleep over everything. Sleeping is his favourite way to recharge, and he loves a good quality sleep.

Mike also enjoys listening to music, as such he spends quite a bit of money on audio equipment like speakers, amplifiers, and a sound bar for his TV.

He dislikes eating citrus fruits like oranges, grapefruits, or lemons because the acid stings his lips. However, if you offered him a glass of orange juice, Mike would accept it.

R: Romance

Mike isn't the most romantic guy out there, but he is definitely a very thoughtful lover. He is the type who remembers anniversaries and birthdays, so his lover never has to get angry over him forgetting special occasions. He enlists the help of Erwin and Levi to plan for special dates.

Mike also loves making his lover laugh, as such he loves doing things like singing them an exaggerated version of their favourite song by changing the lyrics, surprising them with a bouquet of flowers out of nowhere, or telling them corny jokes.

S: Sweets

Mike doesn't enjoy eating that many sweet treats because they give him a headache. However, he occasionally indulges in cakes, pies, tarts, and other baked goods. Some of his favourite desserts are fruit tarts, cream puffs, crepes, and a nice banana split.

He takes his coffee with just a pump or two of sugar. Mike loves tasting the robustness of the coffee beans, yet the bitterness irks him. His favourite type of coffee would be a latte.

T: Television

Mike's favourite genre of television would definitely be a comedy because he loves having a good laugh. <Brooklyn Nine-Nine> is his absolute favourite, with <How I Met Your Mother> being a close second.

Mike also enjoys watching animated sitcoms or cartoons like <Family Guy>, <Bob's Burgers> or even <Spongebob Squarepants>. He jokes that Levi is Squidward, Hange is Spongebob, he is Patrick, and Erwin is Mr Krabbs.

U: Unwind

Mike's favourite way of unwinding: SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP! His safe haven is his bed which is covered with comfortable quilts and multiple pillows. Mike recharges from sleeping and has to sleep eight hours a day.

Being a lover of nature, Mike also loves unwinding by being one with the outdoors. He'll go out for a run, go for a solo drive, or plan a hike. He always has his camping gear in his car boot, he's always ready for a trip.

V: Vacation

Mike's ideal travel destinations are places good for solo travelling, and lots of hiking; Taiwan, India, Spain, Greece, or New Zealand, just to name a few.

Although Mike dislikes the heat, he loves visiting countries that have a more tropical climate such as The Philippines, Thailand, Singapore, or Malaysia, just to name a few. Every year in April, you will definitely see Mike in Bangkok during Songkran, with Erwin, Levi, and Hange tagging along.

W: Weather

Mike loves the period where spring transitions into summer. It begins to get a little warmer, and the sun shines brighter. Although not a fan of the heat, Mike loves the sun.

Mike is also not a fan of the cold, as he can't spend his time outdoors since everywhere is covered in snow. He dislikes wearing multiple layers during winter, yet he loves playing in the snow. He loves having snowball fights with his friends and makes sure he hits them in the face all the time.

X: XOXO

Kisses with Mike are always fun and unexpected. Mike would leave tiny kisses around his lover's neck, cheeks, the back of their hand, the crown of their head. Mike loves to nuzzle his face in his lover's hair, he finds their natural scent the most comforting scent in the entire world.

Mike also loves giving hugs. The hugs from him are always super tight, the kind that leaves you breathless, and makes you crave more. He loves hugging his lover, slowly swaying them both on the spot.

Y: Yearning

Mike would definitely be sad if his lover had to leave for a period of time. He'll be the clingy type of lover who will insist on sending you to wherever you need to go, and he'll remind you to always tell him where you're at.

Mike will also be the type of lover who would have video calls almost daily with his lover. "What are you doing?" "Nothing much, just thinking of you". Even though they may not talk much over the video call, having each other's presence is more than sufficient.

Z: Zodiac

Born on 1 November, Mike is a Scorpio. Scorpios are often misunderstood due to their stoic nature, yet underneath that stern exterior is a heart that is loyal, brave, and honest.

Scorpios are one of the most loyal friends and partners that anyone can ask for. Even during adversity, Scorpios are determined and will do all they can to achieve their goals.

Tagging: @thehouseofmaple @ack3rlady @hashaneeee

"What, are you still mad at me?" He chuckled

"What do you think?"

In two years of knowing each other Miche and you had never fought, never, not like this at least. The fights with Miche were usually over the last slice of pizza, the movie you'd see at the theater, or the best flavor of ice cream.

"I brought a peace offering" Through the space in the doorway, you saw him lifting a cloth bag with his right hand, you hesitated, but in the end stepped aside to let him pass. You walked to the kitchen, Miche set the bag on the counter as he rummaged through the drawers for silverware.

"What's that?" you tried to grab the bag, but he stood in front of it, preventing you from approaching.

"It's a surprise" Miche opened the bag briefly and took out a blue handkerchief from inside.

"Turn around"

"What, what for?" The trust you had in him was such that without being aware of it you had turned around, he came up behind you, placing the handkerchief at your eye level and immediately blocking your view, only until then did you allow yourself to ask what was going on.

"Wait, what?" you protested, but the touch of Miche's huge hands provided some comfort in the midst of the dark

"Sit" Miche guided you to the nearest stool to help you set, the darkness and lack of space perception made you wobble slightly, but again he was there.

"This is a very strange way to get my forgiveness."

"You won't regret it, I promise."

The day before, while you and Miche were having your usual midday coffee in the office dining room one of your co-workers had approached the two of you, interrupting your conversation. That resulted in a very strange situation, after a few moments in which Miche realized his intention to talk to you alone, he left you with him.

"Would you like to go out with me sometime?"

He said to you, as Miche's huge, imposing figure disappeared through the door.

Back in your cubicle Mike turned in his chair to look at you.

"How did it go?" You looked at him angrily

"Why did you leave me alone with him?"

"Well, it would have been awkward if I stayed" He brought his hand behind his ear absentmindedly. "Did you accept?"

"No" You got up right away, leaving him alone, Miche just stretched out on the chair, thinking that maybe if he had done what his head told him to do in the first place none of this would have happened.

But why were you so upset? If Miche didn't do anything... Maybe what bothered you was that he hadn't done anything when someone else tried to hit on you? Why was that? After all you and Mike were just friends.

Miche took the Tupper out of the bag and with the spoon took some of what was inside it.

"Open your mouth"

"Why?" you exclaimed, puzzled. Was this some kind of revenge? No, Miche wouldn't put something nasty in your mouth just because of a misunderstanding, if that counted as one.

"Just open it, I would never put anything in your mouth that I wouldn't put in mine."

That instead of reassuring you made you shudder at the thought of his mouth. Even though you couldn't see him at that precise moment you knew perfectly well what how his mouth looked like, the shape of his lips, even the grin that you knew he had on his face at that exact moment.

You hesitated, but again you opened your mouth without thinking too much. Miche brought a spoon close to your mouth, the metallic sensation against your lip made you recoil slightly, which made him smile, he couldn't believe how adorable you could be without realizing it. His eyes roamed over your face, but it was impossible to look away from your half-open mouth, the spoon in Miche's hand suddenly seemed fragile and small the way he held it in his hand.

Trying to dispel the idea, he placed the spoon above your lower lip, then you opened your mouth a little wider, your tongue lightly touched the spoon and in that same instant, Miche scolded himself for thinking about the texture, taste, and sensation of your tongue against his.

On your palate the cocoa, cheese, coffee flavor, and cookie mixed together, you recognized that flavor right away. It was his famous tiramisu, the recipe was the same one his grandmother used to make for him when he was little. You couldn't help but smile, that vision made his legs give out.

"Have you forgiven me yet?"

"Not yet."

You half-opened your mouth for him to bring you another spoonful, but the next thing you felt was definitely not a spoon. Mike reflected on what he had just done only when your lips touched, but what surprised him most was the warmth, smoothness, and sweetness of your kisses. That was real, it was the most real thing he had ever felt in his life.

Miche backed away slowly, afraid that he had regretted it or that he didn't like you preferred not to remove the handkerchief from your eyes to not see it. But just some seconds after you knew you would regret it if you didn't take that chance.

"Miche?"

"Mhm?"

"Can you give me a little more?"

He hesitated, not because he didn't want to, it was actually the only thing he wanted, but because there would be no turning back. But, did he really want the things to be the same between you two?

Miche brought his hands behind your head and undid the knot of the handkerchief, uncovering your eyes. If he was going to kiss you again, he wanted to do it right this time, looking into your eyes as your faces shortened the distance you had both longed to shorten for so long.

When he looked into your eyes and recognized that look of approval and love on your face he thought no more, he leaned back in front of your surprised gaze and kissed you like no one ever had and like no one ever would again.

Miche parted his lips from you to give you some space and air.

"Did you like it?" Miche's face was full of concern

"Mmm, I think I need some more to decide it" Miche smiled as he brought his forehead closer to yours.

Your mouth still retained the taste of tiramisu, but your lips had definitely become his favorite dessert.