"Okay hear me out, Mikasa. You ready? It's a brilliant idea. It'll solve all your problems and make your dreams come true."

"Spit it out already, Eren."

He fanned his hands out to generate unnecessary suspense before confidently spewing out, "Dating website." With a goofy grin, Eren hummed questionably at her to rush out a reply. He seems so proud of the proposal, like it assured applaud.

The held-in breath Mikasa locked in her lungs dispensed. How embarrassing. She actually thought he'd make a helpful suggestion. "God, no. There's crazy people on those things."

Eren relined back, his weaved fingers supporting the back of his head. "Don't be paranoid."

The two fresh college students were discussing how they were going to spend their time at university. Somehow that ambitious (and shortly lived) conversation crumbled and drifted to the horrible idea of setting up a dating profile for Mikasa after Eren not-so-nicely pointed out that she's been single for three years and needs to find a date.

"You know that gross married couple in Professor Pixis's class?"

Mikasa tilted her head, wondering why her classmates were suddenly brought up. "Hannah and Franz?"

"Yeah, them. I heard they met on a dating website. And guess what? They're not serial killers. Surprise, surprise."

"It's still a risky gamble."

"Listen, Mikasa." Eren heaved himself up from the couch and dropped down to the carpet, his legs folded under the coffee table. He slid over the laptop across the glass and booted it up. "Dating websites are for lonely people with busy lives or people who moved into a new town like us that don't have time to met people."

"I have plenty of time. And I'm not lonely."

Eren tapped his finger against the table as he waited for the WiFi to connect. "Could've fooled me with all your moping around and Google searches. Fyi, typing'How To Attract A Mate' isn't going to help you find a boyfriend."

"That was one time. And I already told you I was researching for my Sociology paper."

Eren gave a solid nod with a perched brow. "Sure."

Mikasa let herself fall on the couch with a sigh, the back of her hand resting on her forehead. "I live on campus with a ton of people my age, but I still can't find a single person I click with. Or tolerate longer than a day." Mikasa wasn't actively seeking a mate—she had better things to do than find The One. Other than her extensive list of time-consuming hobbies, she has friends (more than she can keep up with without getting socially drained) and she's barely three months into college with enough of assignments to keep her occupied. But in the midst of her daily schedule, she can't help but notice that she's lacking a common necessity. That being: a special someone. It never bothered her when she was single in Middle School and most of High School, with the exception of senior year when she gave one of Eren's friends a chance. She marks that as the worse decision of her young life.

Now that she started college and sees nothing but couples around her (like the annoying lovey-dovey pair at her new part-time job) she couldn't help but to feel a little left out and question whether she's being too picky or if there's something wrong with her.

But she could hardly convince herself that it's her fault that she's single. Every time she meets a new guy they're not merely on a different page compared to her, they're in a different book all together. They're either loud and obnoxious like Eren and his buddies or they're total tools with no backbone. Or more commonly, they're already taken.

Enough of guys show interest in her, but she's not an idiot. She knows it's only her looks that attract them in the first place. Most of the time after having an actual conversation with her, the guy in question will lose interest and find her boring. Or in worst cases, they'll keep being persistent with the intention of getting in her pants while ignoring her personality. She just wants to meet someone that likes the same things as her—not everything, she can compromise—but at least someone who shares her love for fitness and heath. She doesn't even have a friend she could relate to in that respect. Even her best friend is a fast food junkie who's even lazier than Eren. Because of Mikasa's "choice" in friends, she's stuck working-out alone without anyone to talk to about diets and exercise routines. She'd love to get into a relationship with someone who could share her enthusiasm. Someone that would also respect her hobbies and past times without dragging gender into it would be decent catch. That's another pet-peeve she can't stand about most of the sexist guys she meets on campus, which just so happens to be the jocks. In other words, the only guys she would have anything in common with don't take her seriously.

To prove this, the other day in work she tried to flirt with some jersey-wearing jackass and he quickly made the assumption that she was a lesbian because she acted 'masculine'. Mikasa didn't have to remind the uninformed jerk not to believe stereotypes because her coworker, who just so happens to be a lesbian, took her break early and demonstrated what an actual masculine lesbian would look like in the parking lot. There's still some blood on the concrete from where his tooth got knocked out.

"It's not easy to meet someone who likes the same things as you. That's where dating websites come in handy. You feed the account with your interests, the things you like and dislike and it calculates the results. Then the site will match you up with your dream person in your area." With the way Eren went on with his sales pitch, it's honestly surprising how he's flunking Economics already.

"Does it really work like that?" She couldn't help but to be skeptical. Those dating websites you see on commercials with the married couples (that are totally not paid actors) talking about how they found their perfect match through so-and-so dot com always seemed like a not-so-cheap gimmick.

"Yeah." He belatedly replied, distracted by his fingers skipping around the keyboard. By this time in the conversation, Eren had already signed her up for an account. Mikasa had a sneaking suspicion that she is paying for this not-so-cheap gimmick; obviously this site isn't going to find her "future husband" for free. It's common knowledge that Eren knows her debit card number by heart, which he conveniently uses to buy his stupid limited edition pre-order video games. Never once had he paid her back and even though this is his dumb scheme, she's still paying for it.

By the looks of it, he was currently filling in her personal bio and interests. Eren knew Mikasa for a long time, there's no doubt that he'd fill it out accurately, but she still questioned him on what he was writing.

"I'm just typing in that you're a new college student that likes working-out at the gym, fighting and martial arts, competitive sports—and, right. I'll need a picture."

"Don't put my face on that serial killer mating site."

"Your matches will want to know what you look like."

"My interests and hobbies should tell them if they like me or not. What I look like should have nothing to do with it."

"Fine, fine. You make a good point. You'd probably get too many weird messages if you post a pic anyway."

Mikasa never saw herself as the beauty many others sum her up to be, but just because she didn't agree with the claim doesn't mean she doesn't get unwanted attention because of her looks. Meeting someone that has interest in her before they know what she looks like will help her decide if they are genuinely into her for her personality and nothing else. At the very least, they might just see her appearance as a bonus if they happen to find her attractive. Maybe this dating website deal isn't such an awful idea after all.

Appearing satisfied with himself after a few more minutes of constant typing, Eren removed his hands from the keyboard. "That should do it."

"Now what?"

"...We wait."

Mikasa figured she'd have plenty of time to go over Eren's mistakes and fill in some info on her own that he missed, but before she had the chance to edit her personal history, a flashing icon in the corner of the page stole both of the freshman's attention.

"Ah! I got a match already!"

"You got a match?" Mikasa questioned, wondering if this profile belonged to him or her for a second. Eren gestured his hand eagerly toward him, luring Mikasa over to peer at the screen with him, although she's clearly already invested in curiosity of her own accord without his insisting. He moved the cursor over and clicked on the profile that the site suggested to them.

The first thing she noticed was the default icon that decorated the profile, similar to the one on her page where a users personal picture should be displayed.

"Looks like he's shy too and doesn't wanna post a pic. See? You're a perfect match!"

She made an insatiable noise in her throat. It's hypocritical to admit it, but she's a little disappointed by that. She would like to know what this match looked like. Not because she had much of a physical type and needed to see his looks before she involved herself, but only because she was curious. There's no helping it, though, and it's really not much of a big deal.

Eren's nose came within an inch of the computer as he painted the strangers profile with his gaze, his big-head blocking most of the screen. He's awfully excited for a match that isn't even his.

"Ah...hold up. He's thirty. Is that too old for you? I can click next and wait for another one to pop up."

Mikasa finished off her water and wrung out the plastic bottle in her firm grip. She swiped her tongue over her lip before replying, "Let's lurk the profile first."

Mikasa didn't care much for age as long as the person wasn't a young High School student or an old grandpa. Thirty is a pretty decent age for someone like her. Recently she's come to the conclusion that she doesn't relate to many people her own age, but someone in their thirties is bound to be mature and have their life together a bit.

She's only twenty-one herself but she's the type of girl that would rather beat on a boxing bag for a natural high than go out partying. Not having the desire to bar-hop and attend dormitory parties really isn't the lifestyle of the average collage student, though. It's no surprise why she feels like an outcast, but the bar scene is rowdy and attracts the most annoying people this planet has to offer. The nightlife is even too much for Eren and he's a troublemaker that loves easy bait. This might explain why both of them are single; they rarely mingle outside their clique. Eren and Mikasa still stick to the same crowd they went to High School with and most of them decided on the same local university, meaning there's no pressure to find new companions to ensure they aren't lonely through their college years. But staying in the same safe group doesn't help single people find a date.

Most days they only leave the apartment to attend classes. But now that she's more settled in on campus, Mikasa started hitting the gym everyday again and it also helps that she started working too. Eren on the other hand is the definition of shut-in. The only time he socializes is on the phone or when his friends come to him. All he does is play violent video games all day while screaming at twelve year olds on PSN, or he lounges on the couch in his three-day-old boxers while browsing lewd imageboards.

If Mikasa hadn't known Eren as long as she had and didn't considered him family, she would've kicked him out by now and put an ad out in the paper for a new roommate.

Eren cracked the pause in the room with a thunderous chuckle. Not that she cared much about this dating website business, but she merely became curious enough to wonder what he found so amusing and snuck an undetected peek over his shoulder. A massive wall of text hogged the entire screen.

"Wow, he has a lot of dislikes." Eren sounded pleasantly stunned. "That's fucking impressive. How long do you think that took him to write? A week? Maybe two. "

Comparing the dislike-list to the like-list was like comparing the vast ocean to a narrow creek. Mikasa had to admit that was actually impressive in a really antagonistic way.

"Says he likes working-out and combat training," Eren paused to bounce giddily in his spot as he pointed a finger at Mikasa to add emphasis to the fact their first two likes were identical. She dodged his finger and swat his hand, trying not to smile. Chuckling, he returned to the screen and kept reading. Once again, the interest spiked up for Mikasa. "And he likes writing, Grey Earl tea, animals, and...cleaning." Eren scratched his chin. "That's a weird thing to put down. Who likes doing chores? He's weird, I don't know about him."

Eren's mood regarding the match suddenly shifted and Mikasa sighed. He's the one that made the damn account in the first place. She tried to warn him that these kind of sites attracted weirdos; his dislike-list makes it clear that he is in fact a weirdo—but now that she's curious she's not going to command Eren to sign out over a little (okay, a lot of) pessimism.

Mikasa nudged Eren's head with her temple, trying to fit in the frame of view. "What are his dislikes?"

"What doesn't he dislike, is the real question." Eren scrolled a little more to reveal the entirety of the essay and internally read through the first paragraph, then summed it up. "Okay, here we go. He hates loud and obnoxious people and most people in general. He already has one eccentric friend and that's all his patience could handle, so if you fall into the above category you should just go away and buy a muzzle for yourself—wow, he sure is a pocket full of sunshine, ain't he?"

"Keep reading."

"He hates people who can't clean up after themselves. Or people with bad hygiene. He doesn't like art because he can't draw and it makes him frustrated to know he can't draw, so he's not going to praise other peoples' work because he feels like he's being mocked—in other words he's a jealous loser that can't appreciate others success—and, he doesn't like reptiles, especially lizards because they're creepy and no living thing should grow back body parts—oh my God, Mikasa. He has like another paragraph about his resentment against lizards. You were right. He's a serial killer."

"If you're not going to read it, then hand over the computer so I can do it myself."

Eren shielded the laptop protectively. Instead of reading, he started to skim through at one point, his eyes squinting from the strain."Uhhh...he doesn't like overly blunt people or people who purposely attract attention to themselves. He hates lazy people, gluttons, parents that don't shut their loud children up. At least he's not hating on kids—oh. Wait, never mind. It says he hates hyper kids and ones who ask too many questions...Jesus Christ this list is long. My heads starting to hurt." He pinched his brow and let his eyes close to escape the artificial glow of the screen. Leave it to Eren to get a headache from reading a few long paragraphs. And he wonders why he's already falling behind in his studies.

"Alright, just skip it. I get the idea." Admittedly, the match is overly pessimistic and finicky, but she couldn't exactly find anything false about what he listed. Even if she wouldn't write it down herself for others to see, she agreed on most of his dislikes—except for the reptile part, she likes them. But overall, this is the kind of the person she's searching for. Someone real that didn't just put on a fake smile and act like everything is sunny, and also someone who had the balls to tell everyone what they really thought.

"Moving on..." Eren said groggily as he scrolled past the list. "Says he grew up in the boonies on a farm, but now he resides in the downtown district of Sina City. Hey, that's a quick trip on the freeway away from us." Eren checked if Mikasa was paying attention, and even though she wore a bored expression she couldn't deny how absorbed she had become by this strangers profile.

"It also says he served in the military for eight years, but after sustaining an injury he was given honorable discharge. Now he's following his passion."

Mikasa perked up; fully invested now. That last amount of information revealed just added to the towering pile of interest she accumulated since first clicking the page. She craned her neck over Eren's shoulder and closer to the screen. "Does it say what he does for a living now?"

He clicked around until he found the career section. "He's a freelance writer for sports and fitness magazines. Fancy. It also says he aspires to publish a fiction novel someday." After reading that off, Eren leaned his head back at a crooked, uncomfortable-looking angle with his lips curling up at Mikasa. "Sooo? What do you think?"

Her brows twitched anxiously as she inhaled an exaggerated breath, her eyes landing everywhere but Eren because she knew she would be doomed the moment she looked at him. "I'll admit we have a few things in common and he seems... interesting, but he already seems way out of my league." Not only is it intimating that he's finicky and pessimistic, but he's also a veteran and a professional writer. She shrinks in comparison to him. He already accomplished so much and he probably wants a companion that accomplished the same level of achievements; that's only natural for someone his age. If Mikasa were in her thirties, she wouldn't settle for some fresh adult that just started college and had nothing to offer yet. Then again, she's beyond picky. He seems right up her alley in that respect, but that doesn't exactly work her favor right now.

"If he was that much of a catch he wouldn't be on a dating website trying to find a girlfriend. No offense to you."

"Some taken."

Eren impatiently tossed his head at his unconvinced roommate and tried to assure her. "He's probably just a busy guy that can't find a girl that he has anything in common with. Either that or he can't find a girl that will put up with that impressive dislike-list of his."

Mikasa let out a tiny giggle, then let her gaze sway back to the bright screen and her lips returned to a firm line. She knew she didn't have much of a chance and it certainly isn't smart for her to get her hopes up. She tried to lie to herself with this thought: Reading his profile is way more entertaining than whatever is on television right now and she's definitely not interested in some faceless man on the internet.

That only convinced her briefly, though, than the reality that she is interested in him to some extent came wiggling back in her mind. Trying to swallow the insecurities, she distracted herself with asking something else she wanted to know about him. "What kind of music does he like?"

"Let's see..." Eren stroked the touch pad and searched the profile. "Well, he starts off by saying he hates pop music and stupid boybands like the five directions or whatever the hell they're called and that garbage called country. But he has a guilty pleasure for dubstep and hip-hop when he works-out, but generally he listens to grunge and indie rock."

"What a deal breaker. How can he hate pop? It's too catchy, everyone secretly hates to love pop."

"Not me. You have shit taste, Mikasa."

She scoffed, offended that her music taste was being ridiculed by a guy that listened to artists that literately just screamed at the microphone, recorded it and called it music. "Fine, then you date him and talk about how much you hate Katy Perry and Avril Lavigne."

"Don't tempt me. That sounds like an awesome time." He warned as he skimmed over the profile. "Oh, and he's a Capricorn. Is that compatible with Aquarius?"

He's really getting too into this. "You believe in zodiacs?"

"I'm Googling it." Completely ignoring her, Eren opened up a new tab to type in his question. Not only does Eren believe in zodiacs, but he believes Google is a good source for information regarding love and compatibility. Okay, maybe Mikasa is guilty of asking Google some love questions too at one point, but had since learned how pointless that is.

"Yikes. I guess not."

"What did it say?"

He quoted: "'This match is so ill-advised that it is practically over before it can even get started.'"

Not believing an actual article would write that, she tilted in and read it for herself. When she made it to the end of the paragraph, she rolled her eyes at the negativity pointed at the match. "The author probably broke up with a Capricorn guy and vented through a horoscope."

"I don't know... Usually these things are pretty accurate. I checked it when you were dating Jean. Both of you are Aquarius and it said the relationship wouldn't last and you'd have a terrible sex life. On a scale to one-to-ten how accurate is that?"

"Eleven. I still say that site it full of shit though."

"Oh well, even if a relationship between a Capricorn and Aquarius isn't compatible, it'll just spice up your relationship."

"What relationship? I haven't even spoken to the guy yet."

Eren clicked back to the other tab and scrolled back up to the top of the profile, double-checking the status. It glowed green. "He's online," Eren gave a little carefree shrug. "Wanna say hello?"

Mikasa took longer to reply than she planned. "...Alright."

"Hmph," Eren nudged with a sneer, then mocked like a kindergartner, "You like him~"

"He sounds a little too good to be true." Her eyes brightened with a tiny smile. How is it that a guy she has so much in common with and has a personality to her liking live so close and she never knew it? It really is a small world, or more realistically speaking there's probably a catch to all this. That's probably it. But maybe talking to him will help her feel him out for herself and know if there's a catch or if he's a catch. "He seems to be my type, I'll admit. But I'm not expecting this to actually go anywhere."

"You won't know until you talk to him," Eren started tapping along the keyboard, but Mikasa reached over and smashed down the backspace button when she glanced at what he wrote. "He's a writer. You need to capitalize and use proper grammar."

"It's the internet, no one does that."

Eren is still as immature as the day she met him, meaning Eren still has the brain of a nine year old. Someone in his thirties probably wouldn't even understand half the text-slang Eren used. "Wait, why are you even messaging him anyway?" She nudged him over with her hip and stole his spot in front of the computer. He pushed himself back up on the couch cushion and Mikasa felt his eyes right over her shoulder, staring at the blank white message box and the blinking line that intimidated her train of thought.

Her hands hovered over the keys, immobile, trying to think of something to say.

"Just ask what's up."

She disregarded his advice with little thought. She couldn't ask that—that's too vague and boring. The more she kept thinking about it—the more she came up blank, like every common greeting and introductory word vanished clean from her mind. There's a high possible chance she will make an ass out of herself or make a bad first impression. With all these things considered, she backed out like a coward. "I can't do this...I literally don't know what to say." But in all fairness, he's a faceless stranger on the internet that she quite literally just stalked. Of course she doesn't know what to say.

Eren sighed. "Figured." After stretching forward, he stole back the laptop and sat it in his lap, then smugly propped his feet up on the coffee table. "You were always awkward with chatting online. But that's to be expected from someone who hasn't logged into their Facebook account for two years. This is why I offered to do it for you," he cracked his knuckles. "How about I write it and you edit it how you like?"

"Fine." It wasn't that Mikasa was terrible with technology or socializing. Little to Eren's knowledge she did in fact have social networking profiles online he didn't know about, like her blog she actively updates. But it's much easier to talk to people on there where it's mostly anonymous. It's also effortless to find people she has common interest with through the tags, but everyone she met there lives scattered around the world and no where near her.

Usually she could type out a message to one of her online friends with no added brain effort. But now is different. There's something very daunting about not only putting her personal info out for display to be judged, but talking to a real guy that lived ten minutes away from her.

"How's this?" He swiveled around the screen and they exchanged the laptop between each other. She tried her best to read the harmless, yet cheesy message without cringing.

Subject: Hello

I just read your profile and I think we have a lot in common. What's your name? I hope we can chat soon. :)

-Mikasa

"I'm deleting the smiley face."

"Oh, right. Heaven forbid you trick him into thinking you smile. Smart move."

She glared back at his condescending smirk. Not only is that message not her personality at all, but it sounded so pathetic and cliché, even for Eren. That's the best they could come up with right now, though. After re-reading (and cringing) a second time, she clicked send.

In the meantime of waiting for a reply, Eren clicked on the television and channel surfed until he committed to the late night line-up on Toonami. The sound of a generic shonen sword battle became the apartments soundtrack. Mikasa went over to the kitchen to grab herself another bottle of water from the fridge. She idled around the island counter for a while and let her head fall back as she swigged down a mouthful.

"He wrote back!" Eren announced with blasting vocals from the living room and she nearly choked on her water. Not only is she surprised at how fast he replied, but she's surprised he wrote back to her at all. Before Mikasa even returned to the living room (with some added pep in her step), Eren was already reading out the reply. The flirtatious tone he put on made her want to strangle him.

RE: Hello

Hi, I'm Levi. I just took a look at your profile. It seems we do have some things in common. We live pretty close. What gym do you go to?

"Whoa~ho." Eren sang, trying to rile up a bashful nerve inside Mikasa. But she concealed it well and rolled her eyes at his obnoxious reaction as she flopped down on the couch, but really, her irritation was just a show to hide the fact that she's a little excited herself. So his name is Levi. That's one mystery solved. She said the name a few times in her head so she wouldn't forget it a minute later.

"Levi seems interested. Looks like you have someone to talk to about your boring exercise routine now."

Just as Eren began typing again, she yanked the laptop right out from under his hands. "Alright, thanks for getting me started but I got it from here."

"At least tell me what he says back."

"No, get lost."

"I just found you a boyfriend and now you tell me to get lost?" Eren stood with a need for vengeance as he clenched his fist, feeling used and betrayed. His temper skyrocketed to the ceiling. She's sure the neighbors above them will leave another complaint on their door if he keeps this up. Mikasa didn't have the strength to remind Eren again that they weren't in a relationship and instead used that effort into typing a decent reply. She lightly kicked Eren away with the tip of her sock to grant herself privacy.

Re: Hello

Until I find a better one, I workout at the campus gym near my apartment. I'm trying to find a place that has Krav Maga classes, but I'm having no luck finding any. Where do you go?

Re: Hello

Stohess Fitness, it's near Mall Maria. It has Krav Maga, if you were wondering. Not a bad choice; that's one of my favorite combat techniques. The instructor there is brutal, just a heads up. Have you been in Sina City long?

Mikasa works a block down from that mall, but she never knew there was a gym near by. That would be convenient for her daily workout before she clocks in for her shift. She made a mental note to check the gym out, then wrote out a reply, thanking him for his information. She explained how she recently came from the suburbs and moved to Sina City to live on campus. Levi spoke briefly about his time in the military and how he moved to Sina City after his discharge. Being doused in conversation for a decent about of time, Mikasa asked if he had an IM client for easier conversing. Shortly after exchanging usernames, they moved their conversation over to Skype. The sound of notification beeps and keys tapping became the new ambiance in the space.

Levi: Your profile wasn't really detailed. Mind if I ask a few things?

12:36 AM

Mikasa: Sure. What do you want to know?

12:36 AM

Levi: You said you're attending college. What are you studying? Do you work?

12:37 AM

Mikasa: I'm aiming for a career in the criminal justice field. I'm studying Liberal Arts and minoring in Health and Fitness.

12:39 AM

Levi: Not bad. That's an honorable career to pursue.

12:40 AM

Mikasa: But as of right now, I just started working part-time at Starbucks. And before you ask if I like it there so far, the answer is no.

12:41 AM

Levi: That bad?

12:41 AM

Mikasa: Yesterday there was a line out the door and a guy ordered a Frappé-whatever a mile long in speech. My coworkers were "missing" (aka making-out on the backroom). They're royal assholes, but they're probably the only ones keeping me sane there.

12:43 AM

Levi: You wouldn't happen to be talking about Ymir and Christa, right? I don't think I ever saw those two work for longer than 5 minutes a shift. And Ymir always fucks up my coffee. Every time. I think she secretly hates me. Does that place even know what plain black coffee is? She's always adding pumps of weird foamy shit to it.

12:46 AM

A held back laugh vibrated in her throat. So even customers notice how much they slack off. She moved her eyes up from the computer screen to glance at the TV to see what show Eren was watching—but it turns out the program didn't hold his attention at all. All this time he's been observing her from the other end of the couch. When they finally locked eyes, he wiggled his eyebrows at her with a flirty grin. She broke the gaze coyly as she tried not to smirk at the ridiculous face he made. Okay, she'll bite. Eren did something right for once. This guy is actually a breath of fresh air to talk to. She reset her fingers on the keys and quickly returned to their conversation.

Mikasa: That's them. Do you go there often? I wonder if I seen you without knowing it.

12:55 AM

Levi: Last time I went I only saw Ymir and Christa there, I guess you were hired afterward. I rarely go. Only when I need a setting change for writing, but most of the kids that place attracts doesn't make an ideal working atmosphere. But it does the trick when I'm desperate enough.

12:59 AM

That's right, she almost forgot. He's a writer. She had to know more about that. She asked him about the work he does.

Levi: I write a weekly column in the newspaper and I usually get a full-article gig once a month if I'm lucky for various sport, fitness and health magazines. I also run a blog, but it's not related to fitness. There's not really a theme. I just complain about whatever I want and people are tasteless enough to subscribe.

1:07 AM

After praising him for his impressive accomplishments, she went on to point out that dislike-list of his. When he mentioned he complains on his blog, she couldn't help but wonder how he has anything left to complain about after writing all that. Hell, if he can write all that on a dating website, she was a little scared to find out what he wrote on his personal blog.

Levi: That wall of text is hard to miss, huh? I just figured I'd be honest and let people get a good idea of who I am before messaging me. It really did a lot of good.

1:16 AM

Mikasa: Really? Did you get a lot of messages or something?

1:16 AM

Levi: Nope. Zero. Until tonight, of course. Just to add to how pathetic I sound, I've had the account for four months. Woe is me.

1:17 AM

Levi: But it worked out well because I saved myself the headache of talking to people I wouldn't get along with/have no interest in.

1:17 AM

Mikasa's fingers wouldn't type the sudden thought that popped in her head. Her hands just—froze. After giving herself a second to ponder the worse possible outcome, she finally tried to word out her thoughts.

Mikasa: I know it's really soon to ask, but, how can I put this...

1:23 AM

Mikasa: Do I give you a headache?

1:23 AM

Mikasa: I mean, no hard feelings if I'm annoying you.

1:23 AM

Levi didn't start typing right away—and then she wished she could backspace her words and erase all traces of them from his mind. It was kind of weird to ask after an hour of talking, but she just wanted to make sure she wasn't bothering him. She knows she still has her immature moments (albeit not as bad as her peers) because she's young and that's to be expected, but Levi's a decade older than her and he seems to have very low patience. She likes talking to him, but she needed to know if the feelings were mutual.

Levi: So far so good. I'm not even a little irritated. It's a miracle.

1:30 AM

The air she kept hostage in her lungs finally escaped with a puff. He moved her hands to the keyboard with the intention of writing out something witty to return to the casual mood they established prior, until the thought she had in mind abandoned her when she saw the little pencil scribbling, indicating that Levi was typing. It erased a few times, then he'd stop typing all together. She wasn't sure if he just hit his keyboard by accident or if he was trying to write an addition to his reply. She didn't want to interrupt his train of thought by typing. The pencil started to move again. She waited for him to finish and her breath halted when the long-awaited message revealed itself.

Levi: I really enjoy talking to you, Mikasa.

1:37 AM

A wave of pressure escaped her heart and flowed through her body when she read that. Seeing her typed name coming from him made her feel something she didn't quite understand. After the fluttery feeling faded, though, she felt utterly ridiculous. What was that all about? She barely knows this guy nor does she know what he looks like, yet she's getting all flustered at the first semi-sweet thing he says. She's really been single for far too long. At this rate she's going to get swept off her feet entirely too easy if she isn't careful.

After she recovered from his message, she replied back saying that she too enjoys talking to him. A half-hour of chatting went by, but they didn't land on a heavy topic due to the late hour. When she saw the time on one of Levi's replies saying 2:14 AM, she let out a yawn as she massaged the developed kink in her neck. Mikasa heard her bed calling for her, and so she said her goodbyes to Levi with promises of talking soon.