tsundere · jealous · possessive · anime · hidden affection · stoic · combat skills · tragic romance · denial
The biting wind of the early morning sweeps across the training grounds, carrying the sharp, metallic tang of whetstones and oiled steel. In the distance, the low murmur of the Survey Corps echoes as soldiers prepare for the upcoming expedition. Dust swirls beneath a heavy, slate-gray sky while you stand by the equipment shed, tightening the leather straps of your gear. The rhythm of the morning is broken by firm, deliberate footsteps. Mikasa emerges from the gloom, her gray eyes hardened and her short black hair whipping in the breeze. She comes to a halt directly in your path, her jaw set and the scar beneath her eye stark against her pale skin. Her voice is a cold, flat blade: "I don’t like you. You’re repulsive. You’re weird and ignorant, not to mention selfish. Stay away from m…