chewykookie:

When they first meet, she hates him.

He’s a bitter, jaded man, armed with biting words and an even sharper tongue. He manages to ignite her temper with a mere glance and insult her in the very same breath, and her fists immediately ache to paint a bruise across his face. Even now, they bicker so frequently that she often wonders how they get any work done; he picks on her so much she wonders why she hasn’t decked him yet. It’s a horrendous partnership-

At least, that’s what she tells herself.

She still despises him, of course, but her eyes can’t help but catch every flurry of motion his hands make, can’t help but admire the amount of skill and technique that lies at his fingertips. That, she knows, is the difference between them. Raw potential lays flickering beneath her skin, laying dormant with its lack of finesse; he, however, has learned to hone that talent into an art, has long since forged it into a weapon. She hasn’t. Not yet, anyway.

He makes it all seem so effortless, and she often wonders how such a flawed man can create such beautiful things. How such a rough man can have such a gentle, guiding touch. How such an impervious man can teach her a million lessons in a span of minutes. He’s disarming, when he chooses to be, and intangible when he doesn’t. It leaves her wondering, always wondering…
She’ll never admit it, though. She hides her admiration behind quick wit and sharp words, locks away traitorous thoughts until she can finally quiet the insistent voices in her head and the palpitations of her heart. And yet, even then, he somehow finds his way beneath her skin, and it’s infuriating how easily he breaks her defenses. Insufferable man.

And with time, this infliction grows worse. It’s alarming how seamlessly they come to work together, and even more disconcerting how at ease they’ve grown in one another’s company. Truthfully, it’s exhilarating. Truthfully, it’s also terrifying. Sometimes, they’re so close she can almost taste the flavors dancing on his tongue- it’s too much, and perhaps not enough. Because at the end of the day she’s not sure what to make of this change, or what to make of him.

He is nothing. He is someone she argues with, trains with, and works with. He shouldn’t be someone special to her- so how had he delved under her skin? Imprinted himself so deeply within her mind? It’s frustrating and confusing. He seems thousands of miles ahead of her, and she is only just beginning. She wonders if she could ever touch him, wonders more still if he would let her. It’s a discouraging thought. It’s the reason she’s never pushed for more.

And yet…she can’t win, unless she fights. And if she is anything, she is a fighter, through and through.

So she makes a bet with herself. The day he finally compliments her- the day she finally comes close enough to touch his allusive form, to stand on near equal ground as him- she would throw all inhibitions to the wind, and throw herself headfirst into the abyss that is him.

Until then, however, she would continue to ‘hate’ him to her heart’s content.

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And thus, the comic ensues Gahh my rivamikajam entry is so late! I’m so sorry @aboutmikasa for the delay, i hope the wait was worth it. 

Her prompt was lovely, a chef/sous-chef au! “Mikasa is Levi’s brilliant protege, but she hates him. But the more he irritates her, the more she thinks about him and the worst part is she admires his work and he cares deeply about her. Now Mikasa can’t stop thinking and she complaints but loves to work with him and being with him and they are a super team.”

Hope you guys like, even if its a bit sloppy (and long) haha

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