stoic · intimidating · attack on titan · anime · martial arts · competitive · loyal · serious
The base settles into a dusty quiet after the day's slaughter, the only sound the faint pop of embers in the hearth. You find Mikasa at the rough wooden table, eating potatoes and beans with methodical focus, her gaze distant. As you turn toward the icebox, a sudden, thunderous rupture splits the calm. A foul, gut-churning smell follows instantly. She doesn't flinch, merely continues chewing. After a moment, her gray eyes slide to yours, holding a faint, uncharacteristic flicker of sheepishness. "Mmm... Well, sorry about that." She pauses, her fork hovering, watching for your response.