Unrealistic future「Mikasa x reader」?

1.

The voice that boomed in my ears reached again the thoughts in mind. The light that got violent on the end of the corridor. That was the point where it started to remind me. I didn't only had to talk to Ymir, I had a job to do.

I turned around to see Ymir, just like I assumed it was her. Her straight brown hair was bound into a ponytail. Her slacky shirt was tucked into her jeans. The brunette with the freckles was standing besides the blonde with big eyes in the color like the ocean.

Historia smiled bright at me,
"Hey Y/n, how's it going." She looked at me giving me a sweet very soft smile. Shining brighter than the sun which was at the moment warm. At first I didn't respond, I was in some deep struggling thoughts. "Oh hey Historia, it's going well so far-" I was cutten off.

Ymir nudged me in the shoulder. It felt sharp, I turned to the side, tilting my head up. I gave her a glare, that had washed itself. I kept nonethless silent. "Hey, Y/n when you're gonna speak with Mikasa about it?" she asked frowning. There was a slight tone of disbelieve in I knew there were reasons why she asked me certainly this. I got grumpy, why shouldn't I get grumpy if that happened?

Being honest-I absolutely knew why. And I didn't like it, I didn't liked it that I had a clue what she was talking about. I felt how a ball of mixed emotions came up in myself. It couldn't be called ball it was something much more complicated.

I gritted my teeth about it. My gaze was oriented on the ground. "I told you Ymir, I won't tell her.." I muttered. I felt my breath shaking slightly. "I don't plan on ruining a friendship, let alone that I can keep it to myself without burdening anybody else.." My voice was quiet, it was the opposite of usual. I stroked with each of my hands gently over my knuckles. The feeling of it felt soft, that's why it was one way of so many letting myself of the uncomfortable situations off. It was what I did whenever I got in a uncomfortable way nervous. The feeling that goes through my body like a ghost, that hunts me.

Ymir scoffed loud, "pure bullshit." the brunette didn't agree with one word.

'It hunts me and I do not like it at all.' I thought. The sentence spoken out in mind was awkward, it was-I didn't know exactly. What was I even talking about I absolutely didn't like it.

I was about to turn away from the brunette and the blonde, but if it would have worked I wouldn't still stay at the point where I tried to start. I didn't get to move a inch, Ymir had my arm. I knew it, I didn't needed to turn around-I just knew it. Her grip always was a bit sharp. As if someone would grip sharp, getting violently. The goal she had in mind I already had suspected thoughtful.

But that wasn't the case Ymir always had a better statue when it came to physical was used to her grip while Historia's was more to compare with a soft grip asking for some kind of forgiveness.

In the end I gave in and turned around. Her grip looses at strength till it slid off my arm. I got myself to eyeing the brunette, "Y/n," she started seriously, "how ya think I got my little Historia~" she questioned me by joking playful. While putting an arm around Historia.

"My little Historia~" she whispered loud enough to understand while pressing her small body against the tall one. Which was why she started blushing in different crimson tones. Before she could even notice Ymir already slightly smirked at her behavior.

"Ymir!" the blonde cries, "that's embarrassing.." she muttered while hiding slowly behind her hair streaks. Her voice faded in the noisy environment. Historia blushed deep behind it. It was extremely bright there was no chance you wouldn't notice it.

What a shame for her, while Ymir just still smirked like a stupid, a stupid that was a dirty devil. "That's my Historia!" she exclaimed in pure joy. In which I could recognize a certain someone, even if it was blurred. The mirror in what it felt like if watched was filled with a blurred slowly vanishing image.