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Mikasa was a woman of solitude.
She'd sworn to protect those close to her, and her strength went unmatched compared to the others. She was often the strongest in her troops against the Titans.
At the moment, she was helping herself to some sake. One shot, oddly enough, wasn't as pricey as the other drinks. Food rations were hard to come by, ever since that incident where Wall Maria fell. Currently, her, Armin, and Eren were behind another one. They were forming a plan to find and pinpoint the female titan. The Ackerman had her suspicions on who she really was, but she couldn't for certain. Actually, that was exactly what she wondering about.
In fact, she was so lost in thoughts, it took her a few moments to realize someone was trying to talk to her. She blinked, confused, before she faced the one talking to her. It was a brunette.
" -Mikasa?"
"I...what?"
"I said, are you gonna eat that french fry, Mikasa?" Sasha asked, eyeing the thing in question as she licked her lips. Mikasa blinked again.
"...No." Mikasa replied, her face scrunching up in thought. She didn't know Sasha all that much, all except for the nick name "Potato Girl."
Now, it all made sense.
"Thanks," she says, relieved. "Sensei's gonna kill me...I have two miles to run in fifteen minutes. I dunno if I can make it, but...I'm willing to try." she says with a brave face.
"Mmm, but it's SO good." she says, her face full of crumbs.
"That's bold of you." Mikasa says, softening her eyes, "here, I'm not thirsty. Drink."
Sasha, red in the face, sweaty, and panting, chugs down the whole entire water bottle. "Heh heh. You're the best, 'Kasa. Man, I'm SO not looking forward to this." She snatches another french fry and plops it to her mouth, already at the bar door. "Wish me luck!" she calls.
And so, Mikasa does.