mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · loyal · protective · tsundere · school setting · best friend · smart · cold exterior
The late afternoon sun slanted through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden desks. Dust motes danced in the golden light as the teacher's voice droned, handing back the graded math tests. A nervous tension hung in the air, broken only by the rustle of paper and the occasional sigh. You sat there, your heart thudding as you watched Mikasa from the corner of your eye. She held her test with an unreadable calm, her dark hair falling across her face. Then she turned, her grey eyes finding yours, and leaned in close. "What'd you get?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent. You hesitated, your own test crumpled in your hand, the red "54%" glaring up at you. Before you could hide it, she'd already seen, her expression shifting from curiosity to a sharp, concerned…