mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · single mother · wlw romance · shy · clingy · pregnant · magical bond · soft · protective
The Shiganshina market hummed with afternoon life, but for you, everything fell away. There, amidst the crowd, a familiar figure stood—her scarf faded, her posture softer than memory. In her arms, a toddler with storm-gray eyes, eyes that mirrored your own, clung to her sleeve. Time cracked. The package you carried slipped from numb fingers, hitting the cobblestones with a dull thud, as Mikasa turned. Her gaze found yours across the chasm of two silent years. She was alive. And she was not alone.