Mikasa:

Hurried: "TITANS!" The shout woke the scouts at once. "Titans, five hundred meters away! Everyone prepare to attack!" Mikasa was out of her bed and sleepy state of mind in a second. She quickly put on her ODM gear, and pulled on her boots. As she ran out of the room with the rest of the scouts, she did not even realise that she had abandoned her scarf. It was red and frayed at the seams. It hung loosely around the post of her bed.

Stranded: She had been stranded on her solo mission for the third night in a row. Her EDM gear had malfunctioned and she was stuck in a tree nearly 30 meters high. She cursed the titan that gave her a whack and damaged her gear. She was thirsty more than anything. She could spot a river not far from her position, but the titans at the base of the tree she was occupying prevented her from reaching it. She could not stand their constant whining and the sound of bark being stripped from the tree they groped. She looked down at the dark red patch on her trousers. She wondered what it would be like to die.

Flush: "Mikasa?" The voice had caught her off guard. She had been looking out the kitchen window of the survey corps base. She had a few moments peace away from the other scouts, and she had found herself daydreaming about him. She imagined him running his slender fingers through her hair. She could almost imagine the warmth in his fingers as they caressed her dark locks.
"Y-yes Captain?" Mikasa replied. She turned away from the window, to face Levi. As soon as theirs eyes meet, she wanted to look away. It was like his eyes pierced through her and she felt exposed. She could feel the heat in her cheeks rising. Did he notice?

Cozy: She spotted him sitting by the fire in a soft chair by the fire. The room was toasty and warm. Paradise compared to the lashing rain outside. Levi was reading a botany book. That's surprising. I never took him for gardener. He was absorbed in his book, silently scouring the words, his eyes never leaving the pages.

Recoilingly: The sound of music and chatter was pleasant to Mikasa. Days like these were rare. There were hardly any celebrations these days. She watched as Connie and Sasha danced to the upbeat music. Connie seemed to be taking it very seriously, but kept stepping on Sasha's toes. Mikasa was happily surprised to see Erwin and Hange dancing. Hange seemed to be engrossed in whatever story she was telling Erwin, that all he could was smile as he led the dance. Out of the corner of her eye, Mikasa could see Jean approaching her direction. Oh no, please don't tell me he is going to ask me to dance. How am I supposed to say no?

Hopping: An eruption of laughter echoed through the dining room occupied by the survey corps. Connie had fallen flat on his face, thanks to Jean tying his boot laces together without him realising. Connie had been carrying his plate with leftover mashed potatoes to the kitchen. As a result when he staggered and fell, his face went head first into his leftovers. Mikasa couldn't hide the small smile that crept on her lips.
"Someone better clean that up" said a cool voice from the corner of the room. Captain Levi never let up for a minute, and the laughs erupted once more. Before she realised it, Mikasa found herself giggling.

Levi:

Dissapointing: I should ask her. Get up and ask her. Damn you. Get up off this chair and ask her to dance. This is your only chance. Curse what the others think. Besides, what wrong with a Captain asking one of his subordinates to dance? Levi spied Erwin dancing with Hange. See, no one is saying anything to them. The dinner dance was in celebration of the successful missions to take back part of the wall that had been claimed by the titans. Levi stood up, determined to ask finally ask Mikasa. As he crossed the room filled with dancers, he spotted Jean making his way over to Mikasa as well. Jean reached her before he did. He could see Jean sporting an embarrassed look, and muttering a few words. Mikasa nodding her head as she took Jean's arm and headed to the dancefloor.

Pessimism: Mikasa had been missing for a second night now. Although Levi held her abilities in high regard, he feared that she had been lost. No one ever survived long on their own, with only titans for company. She only brought enough water to last a day at the maximum. His fists slammed on the table, toppling his tea all over the table and dripping onto the floor. He cursed himself for letting her go alone. Never again.

Frequency: Levi lay on his crisp white bedsheets. Earlier on in the day he counted that she had laughed twice since the first time he met her. The second time had happened that day with an incident that involved mashed potatoes. He liked to think that he half serious comments on the matter had prompted her girlish giggles.

Assail: Levi could hear the shouts coming from the alley to his right. The Survey Corp was in Trost to pick up some supplies which were to be brought back to their base beyond the wall. As he approached the alley way he could hear what appeared to be the sound of several men groaning in pain. "I warned you not to fuck with me. But you still tried to have a go." Levi knew that voice anywhere, and his suspicions were confirmed as he finally reached the alley way. Mikasa was standing over three grown men, her bag of supplies thrown to floor. She raised one of her legs and brought down a final powerful stomp. Levi was sure he heard the sound of bones cracking. She did not need protecting, others needed protecting from her.

Frigidity: Levi had lost count of the amount of times he had gone on group missions with Mikasa included. A lot of the time was spent on horseback, and it could sometimes become tedious if there wasn't much titan activity. Yet, he could not recall Mikasa ever instigating conversation with him, other than those directly related to their missions. Levi wondered to himself whether it was folly to think of her as often as he did.

Bloom: The blue flower stood out like a sore thumb. It was beautiful, and he was automatically reminded of her. He picked the flower and smelt it. The smell was sweet, sweeter than he imagined. He had never seen a flower like it, and he did not recognise it. He carefully put the unidentified flower in his breast pocket of his jacket.