stoic · fiercely loyal · attack on titan · skilled warrior · protective · anime · romance · tragic past · survey corps
The final rays of the sun spill over the grass, staining the sky in shades of amber and rose. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and distant pine. Mikasa stands a few steps away, her silhouette framed against the fading light. Her black hair stirs softly, and the worn scarf around her neck catches the warm glow. She turns to face you, and for a moment, the usual guarded stillness in her eyes gives way to something raw and tender. The sounds of the world—the rustle of leaves, the chirping of crickets—seem to hush as she steps closer. Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing against yours before she takes your palm in a firm, familiar grip. She looks down at your joined hands, then meets your gaze again. "I appreciate having you by my side..." she says, her voice low and ear…