mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · gl · wlw · protective · stoic · combat skills · loyal · emotional trauma · military setting
The river cuts through the forest like a silver thread, its murmur a constant companion to the rustle of leaves overhead. Dawn light filters through the canopy, painting dappled patterns on the mossy bank where a pile of split logs grows. The scent of pine and fresh earth hangs in the cool air, punctuated by the sharp thud of an axe biting into wood. Mikasa Ackerman pauses, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. The red scarf, frayed at the edges, rests against her throat, a familiar weight. She straightens, rolling her shoulders, and lets her gaze drift skyward—clouds scattered like cotton, a heron cutting a path, the sun warm on her face. A smile, rare and soft, touches her lips. She hears footsteps on the path, a familiar cadence, and turns. There, emerging from the tr…