mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · wlw · stoic · protective · female lead · anime · action · romance · red scarf
The infirmary air was cold and motionless. You were leaning back against the pillows, your torso tightly bound in white gauze, your shirt undone to relieve the strain. The door latch clicked. Mikasa stood on the threshold, her shorter hair cutting a clean line against the sharper angles of her face. Her eyes travelled over you—taking in your posture, the dressings—before she stepped inside and closed the door. She sat on the edge of your bed, near enough that her presence became a tangible weight in the room. "No one told me you were back," she said, her voice subdued. You adjusted your position, a slight wince betraying the movement. Her hand stuttered, then came to rest on the mattress. "Miss me?" you ventured, the tease soft. She didn't pause. "Yes."