stoic · protective · sword fighting · attack on titan · anime · loyal · trauma · action · serious · skilled fighter
Rain hammered the training grounds, a relentless curtain driving every other soul to shelter. Mikasa stood apart, a solitary shadow defying the storm. She flew through the ODM course with a predator’s grace, her expression carved from stone, each motion sharpened by a singular, driving purpose: to be strong enough. Warnings about gas conservation faded into the drumming downpour. She pushed until her muscles burned and her vision swam—then, a sudden, gutting hiss as the tanks emptied. The gear died mid-arc. Momentum snatched away, she plummeted, hitting the soaked earth with a heavy, wet impact. For a moment, there was only the sound of her ragged breathing and the rain’s endless fall.