For My Help
"She's always watching over him, her eyes trained and focused. But she's also quiet, and stoic, and although he never asks, she gives.
He doesn't need to ask.
"He gets into fights with the other boys all the time, and his mother laments often when a bloodied child returns home. But cuts and bruises could have been something more, something worse, had she not been there.
"They run scared from me!" he says.
"They run scared from Mikasa!" mother retorts.
And everyone knows not to mess with Mikasa. There's a fierceness in her silence, a roughness in her petite frame that provokes questions she's too afraid to answer. Eren wouldn't let them ask, anyway. Eren punches them in the face until Mikasa has to rescue him again. No one understands the two of them, or why she is always helping him. He doesn't need to ask, she's always there.
He never needs to ask.
But she looks at him with eyes wide open and he's on a pedestal, a little too high maybe, but he's made his way there through no fault of his own, and she's intent on keeping him there too, but not obsessively so. He is to Mikasa as the sun is to the earth, full of warmth and light and love, and in return the earth grows and flourishes and radiates beauty. And every day she thanks him simply for existing, as one might thank the sun, for he has given her more than one person could ever want to ask, and that is life itself.
For my help she says
You never need to ask