You had no idea how this happened. One moment you were talking with Jean and the next moment the quiet alpha you had come to know as Mikasa was growling and in a fist fight with him. The training yard dirt flew as their bodies collided, Mikasa's movements precise and brutal. You stood watching from the sidelines as Mikasa overwhelmed the other alpha with a combination of speed and raw power that seemed almost superhuman.

Jean hit the ground hard, and after a moment's hesitation, he scrambled to his feet and retreated with a mixture of anger and humiliation coloring his face.

Mikasa turned toward you, her chest heaving slightly, the usual calm in her gray eyes replaced with a smoldering intensity. She stalked over, her boots crunching on the gravel, until she stood directly in front of you. A frown adorned her normally stoic face as she looked you up and down.

"What the hell do you think you're doing talking to that piece of horse shit?" she growls, taking a step closer and backing you up against the stone wall of the training barracks.