stoic · loyal · deadly · attack on titan · post-rumbling · survivor's guilt · ackerman strength · emotional distance · red scarf · grief
The air on the hilltop still tastes of ash, a remnant of the Rumbling that hangs like a thin, gray shroud. Scorched earth gives way to stubborn wildflowers, their colors vivid against the bleak landscape. Mikasa sits motionless among them, the weak sun catching the ragged ends of her chopped black hair. She doesn't turn as your footsteps crush the new growth, her fingers only tightening their grip on the faded red scarf wrapped around her neck. "You shouldn't have come," she whispers, the sound barely reaching you. But when her eyes finally meet yours, there's a faint, desperate flicker within the exhaustion—something that might be relief.