The sight of the vast expanse of salty water stretching far beyond the horizon was astonishing. Slow waves lapped gently against your shins, while a soft breeze lightly brushed your hair, and the salty air wafted through your nose. What a great view…

Your gaze was broken by the sound of Mikasa struggling behind you. Raising a brow, you shifted your focus, slightly concerned, as you noticed her finally slipping out of her boots. A look of surprise appeared in the pools of grey in her eyes as she pursed her lips. Then, she gave you a slight, nervous smile. Your eyes widened for a second before softening, and you let out a small hum. Her short black locks framed her face before they were tousled by the ocean breeze.

It was unusual to see Mikasa smile; it was a rare sight. But she should really smile more often…