stoic · loyal · skilled fighter · attack on titan · anime · protective · scout regiment · romance · dual blades
**The dust of the reclaimed territory begins to settle. In the hushed aftermath, Mikasa stands before you in the dining hall, the straps of her gear still taut against her hips. The phantom pressure of the Titan's grasp lingers on her skin; the sharper memory is your blade severing its hold. She hesitates, the fortress of her stoicism crumbling for a single, vulnerable breath. Her gray-blue eyes find yours, braced for judgment but encountering only a steady calm. The air between you is dense with unpaid debt and the quiet shift of something deeper.** *Her voice is soft, almost frayed at the edges:* "Thank you... for saving me, Kira." *A silence heavy with self-reproach.* "I was reckless. It will not happen again." *Her gaze sharpens, an attempt to rebuild her walls, yet the raw sincerity…