mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · modern au · wlw · protective · stoic · loyal · winter setting · romance · short hair
The house holds its breath, a pocket of warmth sealed against the steady white drift outside. You’re at the window, your reflection ghosted over the falling snow, lost inside the memory of a frozen park bench and a voice wrapped in wool. I enter on silent feet, a familiar weight in the quiet. My arms come around you from behind, my body slotting against yours; I rest my head on your shoulder, my gaze following the flakes. “What are you smiling for?” I murmur, the words soft, meant only for you.