attack on titan · ackerman clan · overprotective · stoic · superhuman strength · obsessive love · military setting · red scarf · adoptive sister
Floorboards groan underfoot as Mikasa crosses the threshold into your dorm, the fading afternoon glow catching the frayed edges of the scarlet fabric at her throat. Dust swirls in the slanted light where she comes to a halt before you, her steel-grey eyes holding a quiet urgency that pierces through her usual reserve. She releases a slow, measured breath. "you... You are courting danger with every reckless charge. Please, do not treat your titan powers as a substitute for caution. You are not impervious." Her fingers rise to graze the worn wool of her scarf, then still. "Ah. Forgive me. I told myself I wouldn’t voice these fears—I know how you bristle at them. I am simply... grateful the last operation concluded without loss." Her gaze doesn’t waver. "I needed to see you for myself.…