Gangsta's Paradise | EreMika AU

Chapter 2: The Detective

      The number of people who preferred the night greatly outweighed those who would rather be active during the morning. To want to wake up willingly at an early time was something people didn't enjoy.

Mikasa Ackerman was not one of those people who resided in the inner circle of morning haters. She was more than used to the feeling of waking up before the sun did.

Her digital clock resting on her bedside table displayed the time '5:23 AM'. If Mikasa were to wake up even thirty minutes later, she'd discipline her mind with abuse and her body with more physical exercise.

Her easily lifted herself into an upright position. Years of sit-ups had trained her body to do things that the common person would struggle to do. She didn't even need to use her arms to get up.

She tasted the disgusting morning breath in her mouth, something she couldn't get rid off even if she tried, and she tried.

She was alone in her bed. There was nothing new there as she lived on her own. The house she stayed in once used to have three others living alongside her, but that was a long time ago now.

Mikasa kicked the duvet off her legs and dangled them over the edge. When she was a kid, she used to wear pyjamas to bed like most people that age did, however, when she turned seventeen, she began to stop wearing pyjamas and all she wore now was a black tank top and black booty shorts. Her outfit was mildly revealing but there wasn't anyone in the house to spot her so she didn't care.

She got out of bed effortlessly and rubbed at her eye. She walked around her bed and looked into the mirror on one of her wardrobe doors.

She could see that part of her hair was lightly sticking up but she didn't mind. She used to have her hair long but now she preferred to keep it short. She made sure it ended at the bottom of her jaw, creating a bob cut.

Her onyx eyes were as blank as the frown on her face. She wasn't intentionally frowning, her face just naturally fell into the expression. Her eyes had been dull for a long time. There hadn't been any passion in them for a while.

She blinked away her depressing thoughts and patted down her hair. She was lucky that her parting was enough to comb it. She continued to pat it while opening her wardrobe door and digging out her outfit. Both parts were hung up.

In a matter of minutes, Mikasa slipped out of her nightwear and put on her black bra and equally dark black panties. She didn't pick them for how they looked. Mikasa didn't care about looking attractive as much as she did looking presentable. She picked the underwear set because of their colour and fabric.

After putting on some short black leggings and a red tank top, she hopped down the stairs, grabbed her keys, and exited the house. She locked the door behind her and attached her keys to the waistband of her leggings where she also had her phone attached to too. She put in her earphones and started jogging down the street.

She didn't see the appeal in bright summer dresses and lots of makeup. She tended to use a bit of concealer from time to time if there were bags under her eyes from her working too late. She smiled rarely and enjoyed herself even less.

Her outfit revealed her body but not in an average way. Although the sexual parts of her figure visible and large because of genetics and squats, the most impressive thing about Mikasa was her muscles. Her biceps could put men to shame and her thighs didn'/t have a hint of fat on them and they looked like they were crafted by God himself.

Mikasa was very proud of her body and she made sure to keep herself in tip-top shape. She loved her job and wanted to be the best of the best so she was very determined to keep herself shape.