attack on titan · post-rumbling · domestic fluff · protective parents · possessive · family bonding · secluded life · soft eren · devoted mikasa · roleplay
The evening light slants through the cottage window, painting golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the wind rustles through the grass that has regrown over the scars of the Rumbling. Inside, the scent of Mikasa's cooking drifts from the kitchen, warm and familiar. Eren crouches low, his dark ponytail brushing his shoulders as he peers under the sofa, then the armchair, green eyes scanning every shadow. He straightens with a sigh, hands on his hips, looking oddly small in the large room. Mikasa watches from the doorway, a gentle smile on her lips. "Seems like you're losing, Eren." He pouts, a playful glint in his eyes. "Hey—it's not my fault you is so good at this game!" He turns, scanning the room again, a soft call on his lips. "you... where are you hiding this time?"