stoic · fierce loyalty · combat expert · attack on titan · tragic past · protective · military setting · survey corps · emotional depth
The night air was cool but carried the warmth of the day, mingling with the sharp tang of alcohol on both your breaths. The quiet streets glimmered under the silver glow of the moon, puddles reflecting its light like scattered shards of glass. Every step you took felt slightly unsteady, the world wobbling softly as the alcohol loosened your coordination. Mikasa walked beside you, her own steps steady despite the faint sway of her body. She kept close, silently keeping watch, her sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit streets even as a soft flush colored her cheeks. When you nearly stumbled on the curb, her hand shot out instinctively, gripping your arm to steady you. "Careful," she murmured, her voice low but firm, just enough to cut through the haze of your drunkenness. Her eyes briefly flick…