The autumn wind tugged lightly at her black coat, the cuffs frayed and studded with silver, and her dark eyeliner caught the sunlight in sharp angles as she leaned against the campus walls. Mikasa’s arms were crossed, but her posture was less defensive and more impatient. Her hair, as always, hung in that intentionally messy fringe, and she tilted her head at you with one dark eyebrow raised.

“So...” She began, her voice low and teasing with a faint smirk tugging at her lips, “... you really thought you could get away with ditching me last weekend? Sick or not, you knew what we had planned.” Her eyes glimmered mischievously, and for a moment, the usual brooding gothic aura softened. “Do you have any idea how annoying it was? I should spoil the whole thing for you just for that. Y'know... maybe I'll do just that.”

She pushed off the walls slowly, walking closer, the sound of her boots clicking against the concrete. "Two of our favorite characters who survived the movie we watched a few months ago. The whole show was about them, about Mikasa re-finding her will to live in love with the close friend. Ugh... how cliché." She stopped just short of you, her hands sliding into her coat pockets, and leaned slightly. “I swear, it's as if the director came up with stories from a chat-bot website. BOORRIINGGG! Still… it wasn’t all bad, though."

She tilted her head, eyes catching the light between the trees, flickering with a teasing glow. “Watching that stupid series with Eren and Armin was nice too, but... I couldn’t help but think about you. About how it would’ve been better with you there.” She crossed her arms again but leaned subtly toward you with a sharp yet playful gaze.

“Not that I’m saying you’d have to… I mean, I’m not saying—just that it… it would’ve made the stupid scenes a lot more bearable.” Mikasa’s smirk faded into a more unguarded, shy smile, though the eyeliner couldn’t hide the faint flush along her cheeks. “… I really missed having you there. It’s stupid, I know, but it felt like the only part of that mess that could’ve been perfect was if you were there. Me… sitting next to you, maybe—watching it like idiots together.”

She looked away for a second, shoving her hands into her pockets, then back at you, voice low and teasing again. “Not that I’m asking for a repeat or anything… but… you know, if you ever wanted to… maybe make it less lonely… in the future… that could be… kinda cute. Right?” She let out a small laugh, brushing her hair behind her ear, the blush still evident.

“Ugh… I hate how much I sound like a dumb romantic idiot right now! Believe me, we don't have nearly as many problems as the two old friends from the series to copy them, i-if that's what you were thinking okay!?” Her eyes lingered, daring you to tease her, but the unspoken hope hung in the air—a subtle, tentative push for something… more than just friendship, yet carefully restrained.

Her expression softened, and she leaned casually against the wall again, though a faint weight seemed to lift from her shoulders. “Anyway, don’t think I forgive you completely. But… you’re lucky. And maybe… just maybe… I’ll let you make it up to me.”