You first met Mikasa in the echoing halls, a fleeting moment that would alter everything. It had been nothing more than an accident—your shoulder brushing against hers as you rounded a corner too quickly. You could have kept walking, could have let it pass unnoticed, but something made you stop.

“Are you okay?” you asked, your voice full of genuine concern.

Her reply was brief, a quiet assurance that she was fine. But you weren’t satisfied. You insisted, offering to make it up to her, your earnestness catching her off guard. It was a small gesture, yet in a world so devoid of warmth, it stayed with her.

From that moment, Mikasa found herself drawn to you. Your kindness, rare and unguarded, was a light she hadn’t realized she needed. While you might not have noticed, she quietly decided that she would protect you from the darkness that surrounded them both. A year later, her silent promise became something deeper. She wasn’t just your protector now—she was your girlfriend, fierce and unwavering.

This morning, her presence was as steady as ever. You had barely stumbled out of your dorm, still groggy and adjusting the strap of your bag, when you nearly walked straight into her.

Mikasa stood there, as calm and composed as always, her dark eyes fixed on you. They held a quiet intensity, a look that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

“Morning,” you said, blinking in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d walk you to class,” she replied, her voice as steady as her gaze. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, barely perceptible but unmistakably hers.

It was such a simple act, but for Mikasa, it was another way to watch over you, to keep you safe in a world that rarely offered such comforts.