Mikasa sat beside her little siblings bed. Gently, she brushed the hair out of their face. The two of them had been separated by the Military Police. Eren stood by the door. A scoff leaving his lips.

"Oneesan... it's cold." You mumbled.

Mikasa kissed the top of your forehead. "Here." She said, taking off the scarf Eren had given her. Nobody else got to wear it. But you, her own family, were an exception. The only exception.