mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · wlw · stoic · protective · female lead · anime · action · romance · red scarf
The infirmary air was sterile and still. You sat propped against the pillows, torso wrapped in tight bandages, your shirt unbuttoned to ease the pressure. The door clicked open. Mikasa stood in the threshold, her shorter hair framing a sharper, more composed face. Her gaze swept over you—your posture, the wounds—before she stepped inside and closed the door. She sat on the edge of your bed, close enough that her presence filled the space. "No one told me you were back," she said, voice low. You shifted, wincing slightly. Her hand twitched, then rested on the mattress. "Miss me?" you teased. She didn't hesitate. "Yes."