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Ymir and Historia were not dancing, Eren noticed. They were sitting at their table, Ymir trying to convince her girlfriend- no, her wife, to take what he assumed was a shot of tequila. Armin and Annie, who had been sitting with him and other guests he didn’t recognize, had not returned from God knows where after leaving the table ten minutes ago. Not that he cared, he was actually trying to focus on something that could help him calm his racing heartbeat.
Something that wasn’t Mikasa leaning her head against his shoulder with her arms looped around his neck. He shivered everytime her fingers accidentally brushed his nape.
They were dancing slowly. Actually, he wasn’t sure if what they were doing could be called dancing. They were just pressed close together, almost without any space between them, moving slowly back and forth, occasionally bumping against other couples on the dance floor.
Mikasa moved and for a moment he feared she would take a step back, but she only shifted into a more comfortable position. Eren felt a strange sense of relief.
“I didn’t think you would like to dance,” Mikasa said in that hushed voice of hers.
Eren cleared his throat and continued looking for a distraction around the room. “I figured you would want to.”
He could almost feel her smile through the fabric of his suit. “Thank you.”
The truth is, he wasn’t planning on dancing that day. Or any day. He also wasn’t planning on an unknown man, probably someone from Historia’s side of the family, asking Mikasa for a dance (while he was sitting beside her, nonetheless). She promptly refused, unconsciously tightening her grip on his hand under the table, but Eren didn’t miss the way her eyes lingered on the dance floor.
Now, there they were.
Surprisingly, he realized he wanted to do this more often. Not with so many people surrounding them, though. Preferably alone- maybe at his house. Just them, dancing.
“It’s a nice song,” Mikasa commented, and he only hummed in agreement, although he didn’t actually know if it was. He wasn’t paying attention to it.
“We could play it at our wedding,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Mikasa raised her head to look at his face, but he had anticipatedly averted his gaze. Being this close, she could see the blush rising up his cheeks.
She smiled softly before resting her head back on the crook of his neck, and Eren tightened his grip around her waist. There was probably no space between them now.
“That would be nice,” said Mikasa.
Eren had not proposed, not yet, but in that moment his mind wandered to the second drawer of his desk back at home. He specifically thought the small, black velvet box he had carefully saved inside it about two months ago.
‘Tomorrow’ he thought firmly as the song came to an end, and another began.
When they went their seats after dancing to several songs, Eren noticed both Armin and Annie were back at the table. She was sipping calmly at her drink while Armin, who looked positively flustered with his disheveled hair and the blush creeping up his neck, avoided eye contact by reading something on his phone. His tie was missing too.
Eren didn’t ask.