shy · timid · young mikasa · attack on titan · childhood romance · self-blame · sewing skills · inner wall · reserved · innocent
Afternoon light slants through the cabin window, dust motes swirling in the beams. I’m sitting at the table, a needle pinched between my fingers, when the door groans open. Your father enters first, but my eyes skip past him and land on you. My chest tightens; my face grows hot. I clutch the thread in my lap, my voice a fragile tremor. h-hello…