Secret Anniversary ~Melting Reason at a Snowy Hot Spring Inn~
Eren and Mikasa are celebrating their one-year anniversary. Normally, Eren teases the girl he likes because he can't be honest with his feelings, but he's slowly started to show his softer side only to Mikasa.
The two of them have a "secret anniversary" that they haven't told anyone about. It's a special day known only to them, completely separate from their real anniversary. To celebrate, Eren took the plunge and booked an expensive hot spring inn deep in the mountains. The tiny inn, far from
Secret Anniversary ~Melting Reason at a Snowy Hot Spring Inn~ - I love you, in the morning light.
The snow had stopped before either of them noticed.
Inside the futon, Eren Yeager quietly opened his eyes. The pale blue light filtering into the room was cold and clear, as if it had washed away all the heat of the night before. In his arms lay Mikasa's warm body. She was still asleep. Her disheveled black shortcut hair fell across her cheek, and soft, quiet breaths escaped from her slightly parted lips.
(I've never really looked at her sleeping face before.)
Eren held his breath. Usually, her expression was so guarded, so composed — but now, she was utterly defenseless, like a child. The long shadows of her eyelashes. Her skin, white as porcelain. It was the face of someone who trusted him completely, who had entrusted everything to him.
A warmth spread slowly through his chest.
Last night, he had sought her with such intensity. And yet, even now, he wanted to hold her. Closer. Deeper. But this was different from that kind of urge.
—I love you.
The words surfaced in his mind. Words that had caught in his throat last night, words he couldn't bring himself to say no matter what. He had been afraid that saying them would end something. But now, it was different.
(It's just a fact.)
The moment he thought that, his mouth opened naturally.
" I love you."
It was a hoarse, low voice. Not meant for anyone to hear. Words that spilled out for himself, as if to confirm something. Eren let out a small breath.
(I see. So I... this person...)
That was when it happened.
In his arms, Mikasa's body stirred slightly. Eren hurriedly peered at her face, and her eyes quietly opened. Those jet-black pupils caught him from up close. She didn't look sleepy at all. They were the eyes of someone who had been awake the whole time.
" ...You were awake—"
He felt the blood rush to his face all at once. Even the tips of his ears burned. Why had he said that, those words just now? She heard. She definitely heard.
Eren opened his mouth to make an excuse, but Mikasa's finger gently stopped him. Her slender, white fingertip touched his lips. And then — he saw tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
(She's crying.)
Mikasa, who usually showed so little emotion, was quietly crying. Without wiping the tears away, she smiled just a little, softly. Her face, usually as refined as a Japanese doll, was now crumpled.
" ...I've been waiting for those words. All this time."
Her voice trembled, but it reached Eren clearly.
This time, Mikasa leaned her face closer. Her lips gently touched his. It was different from last night's impulsive kiss, different from the kiss in the open-air bath that had felt like confirmation. This kiss was softer, warmer — a kiss that forgave everything.
" Eren, I love you."
The moment their lips parted, she said it. Something exploded with heat in the very center of Eren's chest. Words wouldn't come. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Mikasa's neck and held her tight, so tight.
(I'm never letting go.)
He shouted it inside his heart.
How long did they stay like that? The room had fallen utterly silent. Outside the window, the snowy garden was beginning to catch the faint light of morning. Through the glass, the glow made the white of the futon sparkle.
Mikasa's hand gently touched the chest of Eren's yukata. It wasn't a guiding touch to unravel hesitation like last night — it was a slow, deliberate motion, as if she was simply confirming something.
She said nothing. But he could tell her fingertips were feeling the beat of his heart. Eren, too, reached out his hand. No trembling. None of last night's impatience, none of the fear.
He slowly parted the front of her yukata. Her bare white skin emerged, illuminated by the morning light. In the hollow of her collarbone, a faint red mark remained from the night before. When Eren's fingers touched it, Mikasa caught her breath.
" Does it hurt?"
She quietly shook her head.
Eren bent down and pressed his lips softly to the mark. "Nn..." — the small sound that escaped Mikasa dissolved into the quiet of the room.
His lips moved slowly from her collarbone to her shoulder, then to the swell of her chest. With the tip of his tongue, he touched her faintly colored nipple. This time, he didn't suck hard. He just licked it, slowly and thoroughly.
"...Ah."
A heated sigh escaped Mikasa's mouth. Her fingers tangled in Eren's hair. Her hips moved faintly.
As if to confirm something, Eren slid his palm over her body. This was different from the heat he had felt last night. Something much deeper, a quiet passion. His fingers touched the inside of her thigh. She was already wet, slick and melting.
" Eren... I want you."
She begged in a voice that sounded close to tears. At those words, Eren's penis was already fully erect.
He raised his body and slowly spread her legs. Under the morning light, her secret place was clearly visible. Deep within her black, glossy pubic hair, her pussy was dripping wet, twitching with small spasms.
" I'm putting it in."
" ...Okay."
Seeing her nod firmly, Eren slowly pressed the tip of his penis against her wet entrance. Hot. His glans was sucked into that place, slick with her love juices.
"Ah, aahh..."
There was no pain like last night. But a pleasure incomparable to last night surged up through her womb. Without rushing, Eren slowly pushed his cock all the way to the deepest part. Her vaginal walls, hot and soft, squeezed him tight.
When his glans reached the deepest point, Mikasa arched her back and let out a high cry: "Fuwaah...!"
Eren stayed still, savoring the sensation inside her. Warm.
"I'm going to move."
Mikasa's eyes, dreamy and glistening, looked up at him. Instead of words, she began to move her hips slowly on her own. Squelch, squelch — the obscene wet sounds echoed softly in the quiet room.
The two of them simply sought each other, slowly. There was none of the animalistic urge from last night. They layered their skin together carefully, as if handling something fragile, confirming each other's reactions. They repeated a slow piston motion in missionary position. Occasionally, when Eren changed the angle, Mikasa would let out a sweet "Hyan!" and tremble.
(It feels so good...)
Even for Eren, this sensation of being connected so deeply, so slowly, was a first. Of course it felt good to thrust his hips hard. But now, just being inside her enveloped him in a pleasure so intense his mind went blank. Her body heat, her scent, her breath. He could feel, with absolute certainty, that all of it belonged to him alone.
" Eren... I love you..."
She murmured it like a delirious whisper.
"Me too."
This time, the words came out without hesitation.
Before long, Mikasa's hips began to move faster. Her pussy started to spasm, clenching and twitching around Eren's penis.
"I'm coming... I'm going to come, Eren...!"
The moment she called his name, Eren's own urge to ejaculate surged up all at once.
"Let's come together."
He quickened his hips just a little and thrust into her deepest part a few times. Then, with his cock buried as deep as it could go, he released his semen — throb, throb.
"Ah, aaaaaahh...!!"
Her body arched violently. Her vagina contracted with a tight squeeze, pulsing as if to wring out every last drop of his semen. The sensation was so good that Eren remained collapsed over her for a while, unable to move.
Their climaxes subsided, and they both breathed raggedly. Eren slowly pulled his penis out. From their joined place, white, cloudy semen spilled out thickly, trailing down her thigh and staining the sheets.
Though limp with exhaustion, Mikasa looked up at Eren with a fulfilled expression.
" ...Shall we take a bath?"
Eren stood up without a word and took her hand. Normally, he would have been embarrassed and told her to go ahead — but not now.
"Of course we are."
His face was a little red, but there was no hesitation in his voice.
Naked, hand in hand, they headed to the open-air bath. It was different from last night. No back-to-back silence, no tension when their shoulders touched. They naturally sat side by side in the steaming rock bath, soaking up to their shoulders.
The mountain morning, now free of snow, was utterly quiet. In the distance, they could hear the murmur of the Seiryu River. Without thinking, Eren brushed a water droplet from Mikasa's hair with his finger, and she laughed softly. She, who usually didn't laugh much, let out a quiet giggle. Seeing her laugh like that—
" What?"
He said it, but he couldn't stop his own face from relaxing into a smile.
" Let's come again."
Mikasa said it from within the hot water.
"Of course we will."
He answered instantly. Somehow embarrassed by that, Eren sank deep into the water to hide it. But he couldn't hide it anymore. Mikasa didn't miss it, but she said nothing — she just nestled her shoulder against his.
The fear he used to hide behind his embarrassment — now, there wasn't a shred of it left.
Their pre-checkout breakfast was at the main building's dining hall, "Juraku." Through the open shoji windows, they could see the snow-covered mountain slopes. The proprietress, Suzuko Horiike, brought in her proud rice porridge and grilled fish.
" Compared to yesterday, the two of you seem much more natural with each other now."
Suzuko smiled with satisfaction. Eren choked, and Mikasa's cheeks flushed slightly.
After Suzuko left, Mikasa's smartphone buzzed briefly. When she picked it up, an SNS notification appeared on the screen. An unfamiliar man's account name flashed for a moment, but Mikasa didn't seem particularly bothered and placed the phone face down.
Eren had casually glanced at the screen.
"Someone you know?"
He asked without any deep meaning, moving his chopsticks.
" Who knows... probably just a follower."
She answered and took a sip of miso soup.
Eren didn't ask anything more. But deep in his chest, something snagged ever so slightly. Not enough to call it a thorn. Just a faint discomfort, like a tiny fish bone pricking the back of his throat.
The shuttle wagon back followed the same white snowy road downhill. Mikasa leaned against Eren's shoulder, her eyes quietly closed. Eren gazed out the window at the dazzling silver world.
(Let's come again.)
He thought it once more in his heart. To him, that was a promise more certain than anything.
Only that unfamiliar account name, floating on the smartphone screen, cast a dull shadow in the corner of his memory.
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