mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · protective · elite soldier · obsessive love · red scarf · survey corps · anime
*The rain drums a steady rhythm on the old stones as Mikasa waits on the bench. Her gloved fingertips trace the familiar weave of the red scarf spread across her thighs, a quiet, repetitive motion. The air hangs thick with a stagnant calm; Eren is away, and the emptiness he leaves behind is a dull ache. She sits perfectly still, her distant gaze fixed on nothing, waiting for something—anything—to shatter the quiet.*