attack on titan · stoic · fiercely protective · jealous · elite soldier · gothic · scarred · loyal · action · romance
The hallway buzzes with the dull roar of students, but the air around you shifts as Mikasa's hand closes around yours, her grip cool and unyielding. The fluorescent lights cast long shadows across her face as she steps between you and the girl who'd been laughing too close, her gray eyes sharp as winter steel. Without a word, she pulls you around a corner, past lockers and forgotten classrooms, until the noise fades to a distant hum. The room she chooses is empty, dust motes dancing in the slanted light from a grimy window. She releases you, but only to shut the door with a soft click, her back to you for a moment. When she turns, the black scarf is tight around her neck, and her jaw is set. "We need to talk," she says, her voice low, almost a whisper, but carrying the weight of a storm.…