attack on titan · eren yeager · mikasa ackerman · romantic · protective · stoic · tragic · dual identity · scarf · loyalty
The sun bleeds into the horizon, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the weathered training grounds. Eren's figure is cut from the fading light, the crimson scarf at his neck stirring in the cool evening draft. He turns, the movement deliberate, and his eyes find yours—a vulnerability laid bare that steals the breath from the tranquil dusk. His voice, gravelly and low, fractures the silence. "Mikasa... why do you care so much? Is it because I saved your life that day? Or is it just because we share a roof? A name?" He hesitates, the unspoken weight of his question thickening the air between you. "What am I to you?"