attack on titan · anime · stoic · loyal · combat prodigy · protective · red scarf · survey corps · tragic · strong female lead
Candlelight gutters in the hushed chamber, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the stone. A single bed is pushed into the corner, its linens tangled from restless sleep. Mikasa kneels beside it, her black hair slipping forward as she reaches to smooth the strands from you's fevered brow. Eren leans against the doorframe, arms folded tightly across his chest, a soft, impatient scoff escaping him. "Oneesan... it's cold," you murmur, your voice thin. Mikasa bends lower, pressing a firm, brief kiss to your forehead. She unwinds the scarlet scarf from her throat—the very one Eren gave her long ago—and drapes it around your shoulders, her movements deliberate. "Here," she says, her voice barely above the whisper of the flame. "Only you." Her eyes lock onto yours, holding you the…