Well, it continues...

I'm going to be honest-I had a lot of trouble with this chapter :(

but hopefully it turned out okay?

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Mikasa wasn't in English that Monday. She wasn't one to miss class; the girl might not be enthusiastic about it, but she was a pretty diligent student.

Levi wondered if she was angry at him.

It was a stupid question. Of course she was. She was probably busy devising an attack plan at that very moment. Her logic was really fucking twisted- maybe he hadn't gone out of his way to be all nice about it, but he had taken her shitty little brother to the hospital. If anything, she should owe him.

But it wasn't like he hadn't known. Mikasa was a little insane when it came to Eren. He'd understood that beforehand. Before he'd taken it upon himself to get more involved.

Levi stared blankly at the empty chair beside him.

He'd gotten the call from Erwin late the night before. The Titan's assistant coach had admitted to the board of the league that he'd bribed the ref in the second half. The results of Saturday's game had now become null and void; in one week there would be an official rematch in order to determine the real winner.

While it could've just been because he was the captain, Levi was pretty sure that Erwin had only given him the news before the rest of the team in hopes of keeping him from doing anything violent on his own. He wasn't sure if he would have or not—but he liked this way better. Levi would get the titans back for what they'd done to his team.

And for some reason he'd thought about telling her that this morning.

But It didn't have much to do with her anyway. Sure, Eren was a victim; she probably hated the Titans as much as he did. But she wasn't on the team. It didn't matter for her.

"Mikasa. I have a broken leg. I'm not sick, please stop making me eat chicken noodle soup!"

Eren wondered how it was that Mikasa was an A student. Was it really okay for her to be skipping school?

Mikasa had decided to stay home from school that day in order to properly take care of Eren. Eren had been forced to stay home from school that day in order to be properly taken care of. He'd gotten a pair of crutches from the hospital, so he could get around, but Mikasa had insisted that he needed to take more time to get used to them.

"It's good for you though."

She was holding the bowl out to him.

"No it's not! It's just sodium!"

Eren shook his head, giving up. "Whatever. I'm going to get some ice cream. I need to consume some actual calories."

Mikasa didn't let him reach for his crutches.

"Wait. don't get up, I'll get it for you. It'll be faster. "

She was back with a bowl of ice cream, and something else, in her hands before he could protest.

"Here." She handed him a thermometer. "Take your temperature first. You're not supposed to do it after eating anything above or below room temperature."

Eren let the thermometer drop from his grip and hopped up on one leg to snatch the ice cream bowl from her.

"Broken bones don't cause fevers!" he yelled indignantly, falling back on the couch to guard his prize.

Mikasa darkly eyed the thermometer on the floor. There was a pause before she appeared to relent.

"Okay."

She still seemed hesitant as she sat down next to him.

After finally settling down on the couch, the two of them resumed watching TV. Mikasa was actually reading a book and Eren was absently flipping though his phone while simultaneously trying not to spill his ice cream.

He suddenly jumped after reading a new text message.

"Oh my god. I have to find a ride, since I can't just walk to school anymore."

Mikasa looked at him curiously, lowering her book. "I thought Jean agreed to drive you to school after today?"

Eren shook his head,"He did. This is different. Armin's at practice right now. Erwin just told them that last weekend's game didn't count. We're having a rematch next Saturday—and I have to be there to see it."

"A rematch." Mikasa repeated him slowly.

"Yeah! Except this time they can't cheat."

"Against the team that did that to you."

"Yeah, and I'd let them break my other leg if it meant beating them!"

Levi had just dismissed his team early from practice. After he and Erwin had passed on the news they'd all been too hyped up to focus much. Levi had decided to let them off, knowing that the next day he'd be running them into the ground.

So now he was alone on the soccer field, absently going through footwork drills.

Being the captain, he had the ability to cut the others a break, lighten their load every once in a while. But he could never do the same for himself. No, he couldn't allow his body or mind any rest. They'd used up all of Erwin's strategies. The titans weren't going to be easy to beat. He'd have to lead every play perfectly if they were going to win.

"Your coach told me I'd find you here."

His eyes snapped fully open. He brought his ball to a quick halt, trapping it beneath his foot. Levi hadn't even noticed her coming up behind him.

It wasn't like he was going to let her think she'd caught him off guard though.

"Yeah, well, you could have also found me in class this morning. Didn't bother showing up then." He made a point of not turning around to acknowledge her. He couldn't guess why she was there, but he was too aware of the long, tiresome interruption of his practice that loomed with her presence.

"I was taking care of Eren."

He let out a sort of disdainful huff.

"Of course you were."

She said nothing.

His back still turned to her, a stretch of silence actually passed by with Mikasa just standing behind him, not responding. It made him wonder, briefly, if she might possess the social grace to realize how badly he wanted to ignore her right then.

Mostly though, it just pissed him off, because fuck, she'd already broken his concentration. She couldn't take that back.

"So. Are you going to tell me why the fuck you're here," he finally spat out. "If this is a sneak attack, you're doing it wrong."

"No…It's not." She answered, too softly, "Levi. I have a favor to ask."

He wished he could've read her expression. He really couldn't guess where this was going.

"Favor, huh," Levi repeated it. "Well that's pretty fucking suspicious, coming from you."

And it was, really. Even more so when Mikasa didn't respond immediately.

She was hesitating. It wasn't like her, and it was unsettling.

Levi glared impatiently at her over his shoulder, "Hurry up and ask it then ice queen, since you came all the way here to bother me. It better not be about the school work you missed."

There was a break as he heard her take a breath.

"I want you to let me play."

He turned around completely now.

"What?"

Mikasa seemed to straighten, presenting him with a firm gaze, but still clearly uncomfortable with having to ask him for something without her threats.

"I talked to the coach, but he said that I needed… your permission. I want you to let me play."

He eyed her warily now. He thought he might understand.

"Let you play," he repeated tonelessly. "As in let you play….soccer."

"Yes." She affirmed carefully. "Yes. Soccer. Against the Titans."

It was unbelievable even for her.

He took a sharp breath.

"Mikasa, I understand that you might want to 'avenge' the shitty brat, but it takes more than just blood lust to win in soccer."

"I understand that."

The certainty in her tone grated on him.

"Good. Then you understand why your favor is idiotic. Now leave." He waved her off.

Maybe the dismissal sounded harsher than he'd intended, but Mikasa probably wasn't going to listen anyway. She was clearly twisted in some fucked up Eren-centered logic again. And here he was as the one to deal with it.

He silently cursed Erwin, knowing he'd pushed her on him on purpose.

"Levi."

He let out an irritated sigh.

"You really love to show me attention at the most inconvenient times, huh."

She seemed to look past his barb.

"Put me on the team. I'll take Eren's spot."

Levi raised an eyebrow.

"Eren's spot?" he questioned flatly. "If the brat ask you to do this, then tell him not to waste his time worrying about it; it's not like he would normally play in a big game like this, injured or not. There's really no spot to fill that would make a difference. "

Mikasa shook her head, taking a step towards him.

"Levi, listen to me."

And it was really fucking annoying how big her eyes were when she said his name.

Levi knew he should feel some satisfaction, finally having some power over her, gaining a new edge. But he wasn't even the cause of her desperation. And it wasn't like he could do what she wanted to fix it.

He clenched his jaw.

"No Mikasa. There's nothing you can do. If you need revenge, then come watch me play. I'll definitely get it for you." Levi locked her in his gaze. "So don't try to do stupid things. Especially not because of Eren."

He kept his eyes on her.

Not many people could look him directly in the eyes for long, but Mikasa broke away faster than he would've expected. She was shaking her head.

"I'm not going to just watch Levi."

He shouldn't have been surprised at how she could dismiss his words so easily. For some reason though, it really pissed him off.

"Don't come then. I was forgetting that you were banned anyway."

Mikasa stepped towards him again, still shaking her head.

"No, it's not that. Listen to me Levi. I'm good. I'm really good. Put me on the team. We'll win."

He froze. Then he gave her a rare confused look.

"You-"

She finished his thought, "Yes. I play soccer."

"You play soccer."

"Yes, that's what I just said."

Levi paused. He took a moment to look her over, contemplating the new information, before flicking his gaze back to her.

"And you're good."

Mikasa kept her face blank.

"At least twenty times better than Eren."

Levi wasn't sure if that meant anything. But he was intrigued, he couldn't lie. There had been questions floating in his head about the ice queen, but now there were more. However, now wasn't the time to get them answered.

His blood was pumping.

He gave Mikasa a straight look out of the corner of his eyes as he leaned down.

"Well I'm not going to just take you're fucking word for it."

He dropped the ball on the ground between them.

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Again, this has been my least favorite chapter to write...I hope you can't tell

but thanks for reading it! And making it this far!

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