Reborn as Eren Yeager: The Gacha System

One hundred and ninety days.

The countdown continued.

For Eren, every passing day felt like sand slipping through his fingers.

No matter how tightly he held on...

Time refused to stop.

"Everyone!"

A cheerful voice echoed through the classroom.

The instructor smiled as he looked at the children.

"Three days from now, Shiganshina will hold its annual Spring Celebration."

The room immediately erupted into excitement.

"There’ll be games!"

"My dad said there’ll be fireworks!"

"I heard the merchants are bringing sweets from Trost!"

The instructor chuckled before raising his hand.

"This year, every class will perform a traditional dance."

The room suddenly became much quieter.

"...Dance?"

Several boys groaned.

Some girls giggled.

Eren quietly sighed.

I never liked school performances...

Unfortunately...

There was no escaping.

After class, the instructor began pairing students.

"Eren Yeager."

"Yes, sir."

"You’ll dance with..."

The teacher glanced at his list.

"...Mikasa Ackerman."

The room fell silent for a brief second.

Then several children started whispering.

"I knew it."

"They’re always together."

"They look good together."

Eren scratched his cheek awkwardly.

Mikasa simply nodded.

"...Okay."

To her, it wasn’t embarrassing.

If anything...

She looked relieved.

Practice began that afternoon.

The dance itself was simple.

A few steps.

A turn.

A bow.

Nothing complicated.

Except...

It required holding hands.

The instructor demonstrated.

"You’ll face your partner."

"Take their hands."

"Maintain eye contact."

Eren slowly extended his hand.

Mikasa looked at it for a moment.

Then gently placed hers in his.

Her hand was smaller.

Softer.

And slightly cold.

The instructor clapped.

"Good!"

"Now take three steps."

One.

Two.

Three.

Mikasa accidentally stepped on Eren’s foot.

"...Sorry."

Eren laughed.

"It didn’t hurt."

A few minutes later...

He stepped on hers.

"...Now we’re even."

For the first time that day...

Mikasa giggled.

It was such a soft sound that only Eren heard it.

He smiled.

"There it is."

"What?"

"Your laugh."

She immediately looked away.

"...You heard nothing."

Over the next two days, they practiced repeatedly.

With every rehearsal...

The awkwardness slowly disappeared.

Instead...

They found themselves laughing over small mistakes.

Sometimes Armin deliberately coughed dramatically whenever they held hands.

"I feel like a third wheel."

"You are," Eren replied.

"I knew it!"

Even Mikasa couldn’t stop smiling.

The day of the celebration finally arrived.

The school courtyard was decorated with colorful ribbons.

Parents filled the audience.

Merchants sold snacks nearby.

Children nervously waited behind the stage.

Carla adjusted Eren’s collar.

"You look handsome."

"Mooom..."

"What?"

"I’m your mother."

"It’s my job."

Nearby, Grisha smiled while pretending not to notice.

Mikasa approached wearing a simple white dress.

Nothing extravagant.

Just neat.

Elegant.

Carla’s eyes sparkled.

"Oh my..."

"You look beautiful."

Mikasa lowered her head slightly.

"...Thank you."

Eren looked at her.

For a moment...

He forgot what he wanted to say.

She really did look beautiful.

Not because of the dress.

Because she looked genuinely happy.

The music began.

One pair after another stepped onto the stage.

Finally...

"Eren Yeager."

"Mikasa Ackerman."

The two walked forward together.

The audience grew quiet.

They faced one another.

The familiar melody filled the courtyard.

One step.

Two steps.

A turn.

Hands together.

Everything went perfectly.

Until...

A little girl from another pair tripped.

She bumped into Mikasa.

Without thinking, Eren caught her before she could fall.

For a heartbeat...

She ended up much closer than either of them expected.

Their eyes met.

The music continued.

The audience chuckled softly, thinking it was part of the performance.

Mikasa’s cheeks turned pink.

"...Thank you."

Eren smiled.

"I’ve got you."

She gave the smallest nod.

"...I know."

Then, without another mistake, they finished the dance.

The applause that followed surprised both of them.

Back in the audience...

Carla quietly wiped the corner of her eye.

Grisha noticed.

"Are you crying?"

"I’m not crying."

"...You’re crying."

She laughed through her smile.

"They’re growing up too fast."

Grisha looked toward Eren and Mikasa.

"...Yeah."

"They really are."

That evening, after the celebration ended, the four of them walked home together.

Armin had gone with his grandfather, leaving Eren and Mikasa slightly ahead.

The streets were illuminated by lanterns.

The festival music faded behind them.

"Eren."

"Hm?"

"...Did I embarrass you today?"

He looked confused.

"When I almost fell."

He smiled.

"No."

"You trusted me enough to let me catch you."

She thought about that.

"...I suppose I did."

"You always can."

The answer came naturally.

Without hesitation.

Mikasa looked at him for a long moment.

Then gently reached up and adjusted the red scarf around her neck.

"...Good."

The rest of the walk passed in comfortable silence.

Neither of them realized that Carla had been watching from a few steps behind.

She leaned closer to Grisha and whispered,

"Give them another few years."

Grisha raised an eyebrow.

"For what?"

Carla simply smiled.

"I have a feeling."

Grisha laughed.

"You always do."

Above them, the evening sky stretched endlessly beyond the walls.

Filled with stars.

Filled with dreams.

Filled with a future that Eren intended to change.

And for the first time since his rebirth...

He realized that he wasn’t just fighting for humanity.

He was also fighting for the quiet happiness of walking home beside the people he loved.

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