The camera blinked into focus, trying to settle on the moving figures within the frame. It managed to hone in on one face, a serious man with dark hair and a semi-permanent scowl sitting on a small cream sofa. The other figure, taller but clearly younger, was still moving too fast for the camera to pick them up.

“Sit down, Eren,” the first man said; the blurred figure slumped onto the couch. Finally, the image focused and revealed a teenage boy with wide eyes and an excited grin.

“Introduce yourselves,” a voice off-camera instructed.

“Hi everyone! I’m Eren Jaeger!” The teenage boy waved.

“Levi,” the older man greeted. His eyes snapped to whoeever was behind the camera, before he sighed and corrected, “Levi Ackerman. We’re in Attack on Titan, airing this summer.”

“Oh, were we supposed to tell them that?” Eren asked.

“Yes,” said Levi. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll remember it for next time,” Eren assured the crew, not noticing Levi mouthing no he won’t at the camera.

“Don’t worry about it,” someone from the crew repeated, laughter in their voice; Eren nodded, satisfied, and settled into his seat.

“Are we gonna get questions?” he asked excitedly.

“I hope so,” Levi deadpanned. “Would be a pretty bad interview without them.”

Another hand came into frame, handing Eren a bowl full of pieces of paper. “They’re the questions,” someone told him.

“Awesome! Taken from fans right?”

“Yes.”

“Twitter is an absolute wasteland,” Levi sighed, starting to fish in the bowl without moving it from Eren’s grasp. “Thank god I don’t run my own account.

“I run mine,” said Eren.

Levi paused his rummaging to pat Eren’s head. “Poor soul.”

“That might be an exaggeration,” Eren told him, “But there sure are some weirdos.”

Levi nodded solemnly, finally choosing his first question from the bowl. “Twitter user - uh - Gojo’s toes? what the hell - would like to know if anyone wears a wig on set.”

“Mikasa does,” Eren joined. “Her hair’s really really long and they asked her to cut it for the role - they were like it’ll grow back - and she said she didn’t want to because it was important to her, and they had this whole argument about it which was totally unfair because why did she have to cut her hair?? Why couldn’t they just give her a wig like they gave a bald cap to the guy who plays the drill sergeant - who’s that again?”

“Keith.”

“Yeah, Keith has hair, right? So why can’t Mikasa have hair? And it took so freaking long-” Eren was visibly colouring now, getting redder as he recalled more from the beginning of filming. Levi tweaked Eren’s hair a little; Eren took a deep breath. “Mikasa and Armin and Jean wear wigs,” he summarised. “And Erwin I think.”

“What he said,” Levi agreed.

“Your hair isn’t a wig, Levi?” a crew member prompted.

Levi snorted. “I hate wigs.” He lifted a hand, quickly mussing his carefully arranged hair until it fell around his face. “See? It’s all mine.”

Eren nodded emphatically. “He can do all sorts with his hair, it’s really cool. One time we were staying at his house-”

“Twitter user itsybitsyspider,” Levi interrupted loudly, “would like to know how they made it seem like Eren had no hands.”

“It was my turn to pick a question!” Eren complained.

“You can pick two in a row after this one,” Levi said. “Now answer this one.”

“They covered my hands with fake meat,” said Eren.

“That’s a disgusting way to put it.”

“What? It’s true!”

“I know it is. Normally people say ‘it was prosthetics’.”

“What’s prosthetics?”

“What do you think it is?”

“Fake meat?”

“Fake meat,” Levi affirmed, but not without a sigh directed at the camera. “Kids,” he tutted, shaking his head.

“I’m sixteen,” Eren told him.

“I’m thirty-five,” Levi replied. “You are practically a fetus.”

“You’re gonna die first, though.”

“I *BLEEP* hope so, kid.”

“Please don’t swear,” someone requested. Levi lifted a hand in apology, while Eren just looked smug.

“I won that one,” Eren insisted.

“Pick the next question,” Levi told him, which wasn’t really agreement; Eren seemed to take it, though, happily shoving his hand into the mass of paper.

“User lmfao-cheetos is asking if you and Mikasa are related,” he dutifully read out.

Levi shrugged. “Cousins. But obviously we’re so far apart in age, we don’t exactly know each other well.”

“They look alike, though, don’t they?” Eren grinned. “Seriouss and cautious and…what else?”

“Cilicious?” Levi suggested.

“Cili- no! Super goth!”

“I thought we were going for -ious words.”

“No.” Eren sounded exasperated. “I don’t even know what cilicious means.”

“Made of hair.”

“Seriously?”

“Ciliciously.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Eren sighed. “When people call you their TV dad, they are totally right.”

“What moron calls me that?”

“Connie-”

“Well, he’s always like that-”

“Jean, Sasha, Armin, Mikasa, me-”

“I physically cannot have that many TV children-”

“Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Ymir, Krista-”

“This is getting ridiculous-”

“And Erwin.”

“Okay, he has to be kidding.”

“I think he is, don’t worry. The rest aren’t, though.”

“See if you ever stay at my house again,” Levi threatened.

“He doesn’t mean it,” Eren told the camera, and started rummaging in the questions again.

“I do mean it,” Levi countered.

“Meh. Anyways, ketchuphater2006 would like to know if I am related to Mikasa. No I am not! Levi might be my dad but Mikasa will never be my sister.”

“You’re only saying that because you have a crush on her,” Levi accused. “And I’m not your dad.”

“I do NOT have a crush on her,” Eren said, face turning bright purple.

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t!!”

“We believe you.”

“I DON’T!!”

“I said we believe you…does Mikasa know?”

“Ohgodihopenot.”

Levi’s smile was small - small enough that anyone could miss it - but the amusement in his eyes was unmistakeable. “Should I tell her?”

“NO!” Eren yelled, then slapped a hand over his mouth. “I mean. What would you tell her? I don’t have a crush. Haha.”

“We believe you,” Levi repeated condescendingly.

“Pick the next question,” Eren commanded, still slightly pink.

“Yes sir,” Levi deadpanned, delicately picking up the question on top of the pile. “User frozentoes - what is it with you people and toes?? - don’t answer that - would like to know if we are confirmed for a season two. Are you joking? You haven’t even seen season one yet.”

“We are,” Eren said. Levi slapped him upside the head. “OW! The studio released it on their instagram yesterday!”

“Weren’t you supposed to be studying yesterday?”

“What, I can’t take breaks?”

“Not instagram breaks. What is the world coming to?”

“Shhh,” Eren told him. “It’s called having fun.”

Levi stared at the camera in disbelief. “Are you hearing this?”

Eren laughed again, before Levi turned the disbelieving look back to him. Eren winced. “Uh oh.”

“Uh oh is right,” Levi agreed. “I hope to be hearing news of your A* next week, since you have time for instagram breaks…”

“I hate you,” said Eren.

“Then stop coming to my house,” said Levi.

“But then we’d never know that after you gel your hair you like to put it up into-”

“Stop the video.”

“Im scared! Miki where did that thing go? It was just—,” suddenly, the monster jump-scares you and you’re screaming— almost falling off your girlfriend’s chair. You stare at the screen with a pounding heart and furrowed eyebrows, noting the ‘respawn’ button as you were killed for the millionth time now. You huff in frustration.

“Bye! I am not playing this game no more.” You turn to face Mikasa, when you see her laughing.

You cross your arms. “What’s so funny!?” Mika tries to stop giggling, but the cheeky pout on your face only makes her laugh even harder.

“‘M sorry, you’re just too cute. We can play that roblox game now if you want.” Mikasa giggles, as she exits off the game for you. Pressing a sweet peck to your nape, she gestures for you to flip your position on her lap. Now straddling her waist, you sigh with relief as she rubs soft circles onto your back, thankful that horror is over.

With a calmer heart, you turn to log into your account on the computer. “Let’s play Dress to Impress?”

Giving your cheek a little kiss, she whispers, “Whatever you want, baby.”

She’s very easily flustered. You would tell her she looks pretty and she’s already turning red. It’s adorable how bashful she gets 😭

She’s very, very, veryyy protective. Sometimes even too much. Always has you plastered to her, with an arm around your waist or a possessive hand around your hip. She never leaves you out of sight, even if its a quick grocery run or a shopping day at the mall— you’ll be right in front of her, and she’ll be right behind you. She always has a glowering look on her face, and if her overwhelming body language didn’t scare away lingering stares, then the threatening look on her face sure did. She’d never want anything to happen to her precious girl :(

That also applies to her doing absolutely everything for you. Carrying a bag? She’s got it. Need to run a quick errand? Don’t worry, she’s already grabbed the keys. Too tired to walk up the stairs? She’ll carry you. Heading to book an appointment for a massage? Like hell she’s letting someone touch you. She’ll have the 5-star experience at home.

Her physique is sooo delicious. She’s got strong arms, toned legs, defined abs.. she’s just so fit. Always sends you pictures of her at the gym, all sweaty and pretty for you.

Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, gently caressing your back.. she lovess to feel you relax in her touch. Really, it’s cause she loves to always have her hands on you. You’re just too gorgeous.

Loves back hugs. There’s just something so sweet about being able to hold you so tenderly, pressing warm kisses to your neck. Definitely her favorite type of hug.

Has to have you sat on her lap. There’s just no other way. When you watch movies together, play video games, when you’re having a quick smoke sesh, when you’re kissing— she’s always gonna have you pulled right onto her. She loves seeing you sat so prettily on top of her

LOVES when you get a new set of nails. Bonus points if they’re long, charmed ones. They feel so good when they’re wrapped around her pretty neck when your making out.

Kissing you is her favorite thing; if it’s on your lips, on your cheekbone, on the spot right in between your eyebrows, anywhere on your body— but she especially loves to kiss your neck. Always before going to sleep, she’ll make sure to snuggle up real close and litter you with kisses all over your face and neck before letting you rest. she just loves you too much

Mika always makes you feel loved. Whether that’s through sweet gifts she spoils you with, thoughtful gestures, passionate kisses, or loving words. She’s just perfect.