Setting up a new home was child's play, however, the same couldn't be said when picking the spot.
The world was medieval but this didn't mean it was backwater. The kings and nobles would want to keep a tight grip on the land they own. A house abruptly emerging was bound to get attention.
Hence, I decided to build the house underground. It reminded me of the bunker I built for Uta. With a bit of earth manipulation, I made an opening large enough to accommodate both of us and a few other decorations to make this place seem less dead than it already is.
I was secretly proud of the wooden bed I formed. The king-sized bed was something that took me a ridiculously long time to build, but I managed to finish it in one night, along with the shelves and cupboard.
"Eren, did you do this?" Mikasa questioned after seeing my work and I answered, trying my best to hide the smugness.
"Oh yes. It's not a big deal for me anyways." The ego boost, however, soon fizzled away.
"Can we not just take some stuff from my house?"
..
Take stuff from your house…..of course we can? Yea? Why didn't I think of that?
Harboring such thoughts, I sent out a clone to go to Mikasa's home.
Now with some time to think about all the events that transpired in the last 24 hours, my irritation started to increase. The misfortune around me just never seems to go away. Where the fuck is my plot armor when I need it.
Sure I had outstanding talent in combat, but that wasn't nearly enough to deal with the shit, life keeps throwing at me. Therefore, aft a careful analysis, I came to an enlightening conclusion. The conclusion, is that life sucks.
"Life sucks."
"Hm?"
"I said life sucks."
"Why?"
"You don't think life sucks, after getting yo-…never mind."
'That was close. I almost said it."
"After getting my what, Eren? After getting my parents killed?"
"…..I'm sorry. That was uncalled for."
Now, this might sound like I'm avoiding my sin here, but I swear I saw her smirk at that moment.
"Sorry does not change the fact that my parents are dead."
"Ughh….well, how can I make it up to you?" She didn't reply after that and silently walked towards me. Moreover, her posture was shifting constantly, as if she was trying her best to stay calm.
'She's mad at me.'
The brooding came to a halt when I saw her coming closer to me with her arms open.
'A hug? Well sure, why not?' Deciding to go along with the poor girl's whims, I hugged her.
The hug, however, didn't last long as I felt a slight prick on my shoulder and found her biting me there.
Her teeth should not be strong enough to cut through my skin, but to my surprise, she managed to sink them in.
She then left my embrace, but only after giving me a strong lick. As if savoring the taste of a fine meal.
"Oi, why are you doing this."
"I....don't know."
"....I'll just pretend I didn't hear that."
"Hey, before those bad men came to our house, dad said that you will be living with us. I asked him what he meant by that but he was vague about it."
"...."
"Why were you coming to live with us?"
"....."
"Fine, keep your secrets then, I'll find it out myself!" She puffed up her cheeks like a squirrel and crossed her hands.
"Sorry, It was insensitive of me to mention your parents."
"I'll forget what you said, but only if you let me hug you every day from now on."
It seems life…might not suck so bad after all.