Eren yawns loudly, he was heading for his sister's room, their mother asked him to wake her up; the teen frowns, it was not normal for Mikasa to be late for breakfast.
He brown haired green eyed boy tapped upon the wooden door with the back of his hand, he felt another yawn coming on. Tears came to his eyes as he compressed the yawn, making a strange face while doing so.
"Mikasa?" Eren calls out when he did not get an answer, "Are you asleep?"
"No." Came a small dull reply, "I'm practicing some of my mother's sewing."
Eren blinks letting her words sink in. His heart went out to her, Mikasa was his adopted sister, her real mother and father had been murdered in cold blood. Mikasa had mentioned her mother was a seamstress but she had not been able to look at a needle for the past few years.
"May I come in?" Eren asks fully awake now, he wanted to make sure she was fine.
"Sure." Came the same dull voice. Eren opens the door and walks through. The teen jerks to a stop, looking around the room. It seemed his sister had been up the whole night cutting up her clothes and sewing them together, in the forms of plushies.
And not just any plushies, Eren plushies.
Big ones, small ones, mismatched one. All having green or yellow buttons for eyes, their hair wool and sew into the shape of his normal style. They filled the room's floor.
Mikasa sat in the middle of the room, in the centre of the plushies. She held a large one in her left arm, her right hand was held up with a needle between her finger and thumb. She quickly bite the thread and tied it off, slowly she turns her head to stare at her brother, the one who saved her from despair.
"Eren, good morning." Mikasa said with that same bored tone.
Eren felt a shiver run down his spine, he rarely came to Mikasa, he never had to before since she was always by his side; but as it turned and looked at her walls he notices pieces of papers pinned, all drawings of him from many different angles, in many different poses and states.
"Morning," Eren says in a fearful voice, "Breakfast in ready..." He pauses to look at her face, she was smiling at him, but her black bags under her made her look creepy, "See you downstairs."
With that said he rushed out of door, silently vowing never to set foot in their again.