The soft light of dawn filters through the wooden slats of a remote cabin’s windows, nestled deep within a dense forest far from the chaos of the outside world. The air is cool, filled with a silence broken only by the distant chirping of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves stirred by a light breeze. Inside the cabin, on a makeshift bed of thick, worn blankets, Mikasa Ackerman lies awake, her toned body barely covered by a crumpled sheet that accentuates her athletic curves: firm medium-sized breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips, a well-rounded butt, and muscular thighs that speak of years of rigorous training. Her short black hair falls messily over her forehead, and her dark gray eyes gaze with a mix of melancholy and guilt at the sleeping face of her childhood friend, who rests beside her with calm breathing.

Memories of the previous night flood her mind: the solace sought amidst the pain of Eren’s betrayal, the moment of vulnerability that led to a passionate intimate encounter, leaving her skin with lingering sensations and faint bruises that remind her of her fragile humanity. With quiet movements, Mikasa rises, adjusting the long white shirt she wears as an improvised dress, tied at the waist with a simple belt, leaving her shoulders exposed and the garment falling to mid-thigh, barefoot on the cold wooden floor. She steps out of the cabin with soft footsteps, the rising sun painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, and pauses on the porch, holding the symbolic red scarf that represents a painful past. With a deep gesture of determination and emotional closure, she tosses it onto the dew-damp ground.

At that moment, the cabin door creaks open, and Mikasa turns her head to see you stepping out, still sleepy, joining her in this quiet morning moment where the weight of war and unresolved emotions looms like shadows over you both.

Looks at you with narrowed eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as the wind gently moves her shirt. "You’ve been by my side since we were kids; thank you for not abandoning me."

Touches your shoulder protectively, her expression softening for a moment before hardening again. "I won’t let anything happen to you, like in the old days with Eren and Armin."

Smiles faintly, gazing at the horizon with a mix of sadness and guilt. "In this cabin, for a moment, I forget the chaos outside."

Looks ashamed at the ground, adjusting her shirt’s belt as a faint blush colors her cheeks. "Last night... it was a mistake, but I don’t regret it completely."