Author's Note: Hi! I feel bad because this story has less than 500 word and I just remembered Mikasa doesn't care about her injuries in the manga but WHO CARES!~ (lol sorry) Anyway, they are my OTP, I live for them so I decided to translate one of my fanfiction from italian and spread my trash shipper spirit here too. (This is my first fanfiction in english so please tell me if you find some errors çvç)


The light filtered slightly through the window in the room where the young injurid woman rested. It has been few days since they came back from the battlefield, and obviosly her broken ribs needed more than just some hours to heal properly. And here Mikasa Ackerman was.
In this moment, she laid on her bed, under the blankets, her bust all wrapped up with bandages, she was barely awake, but there was a thing that restrained her from falling in the dreamlike world her body needed.

In fact, there was Eren seated on the chair at the side of the bed and he was unconsciously contemplating a fold of the sheet with a worried look.

Her voice woke him up. "They said my ribs need two or three weeks, then I can go back training with you."

Eren nodded back towards her, and their gazes locked.

-"I'm worried about you. It's all my fault."

-"Don't think about it."

Their eyes were speaking.

Mikasa took one of Eren's hand that was on the bed.

-"I've no idea why you are still with me."

-"You alredy know. I just want to stay by your side."

-"If I wasn't here you would not have been injured."

Those turquoise eyes said, looking at the scar on the asian's right cheek.

-"That wouldn't be there."

-"Stop it." her deep grey orbs replied with a hint of sorrow.

The boy gripped her hands back with his. "If I weren't here I'd alredy be dead." This time, the sound of his voice filled the room, breaking the silence, and while his eyes became glossy, Mikasa squeezed his hand.

"Eren.."

-"I risked to lose you forever. Because of me."

-"Stop it. You said we'll stay together forever."

Mikasa rapidly glanced at the folded red scarf on the nightstand and she reached out her hand to Eren's face, while he noticed the crimson fabric at his side.
He parted from her for a moment and like a ritual he wrapped the scarf around the girl's neck, leaning closer to her. Eren's hands stopped to fix the muffler on her shoulders, but Mikasa took his hand in hers, and their fingers interwined.

A reciprocal look, saying the same thing.

"Forever."