I do not own Shingeki No Kyojin/Attack on Titan or any of its names or characters
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The days seemed to pass by so slowly as Sasha waited for Mikasa to recover from the injury she had sustained while fighting the titans. She would stop by the infirmary every day to check on her and give her love. She would sometimes even come in to read for her to help her sleep at night. Sasha even began to give Mikasa even larger portions of her food, instead of claiming "half", but only giving her a quarter or less.
One day, Sasha came in to visit and noticed the bed was empty. She thought to knock on the restroom door, to which there was no answer. She stepped out of the room to find a doctor who may know and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Mikasa walking up the hall towards her. After meeting up, Mikasa drew Sasha in with both arms for a hug. Though weak in physical power, Sasha felt the love Mikasa meant to impart as she returned the hug. "Surprised to see me out of bed?" Mikasa asked.
"Well, yeah." Sasha began. "What happened to your cast?"
"Cast came off earlier today, but I need to keep it bandaged for awhile." She replied, holding up her arm to show.
Sasha gently took Mikasas hand and kissed it. "Maybe that'll help make it better."
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After her stay at the infirmary, and some time for physical therapy, Mikasa was released. Sasha made it a point to be there for her big day. She sat in the waiting room with a bouquet of flowers to greet her with. She almost leaped from her seat when she saw Mikasa walking out of the doctor's room. The two shared a hug and a brief kiss upon meeting. "For me?" Mikasa asked, looking at the flowers.
"I went to the fields and picked the prettiest ones I could find for you," Sasha replied. "Though none of them come close to your beauty."
The ladies took their leave of the infirmary and headed into town for a date in celebration of Mikasa's release.
They were both elated that Mikasa was no longer kept to a bed or wearing a cast. They perused the shops on main street, stopping at a restaurant for a late lunch. While eating dessert, Sasha noticed that Mikasa looked as if to have something on her mind. "Is there something bothering you? Are you still hungry?" She asked.
"Nothing is really bothering me, but I am hungry in a sense." Mikasa replied.
"Do you want something else to eat?"
"Nope, I'm fine. What I mean is that I'm not hungry for food." Mikasa started. "It is something you can help me with, maybe later today."
Sasha was still curious about what she meant, but took it at face value for now. After finishing dessert, they paid the check and took their leave.
The day went on with no problems, allowing Sasha and Mikasa to enjoy each others' company. Near the end of the day, Sasha asked to stop at a produce stand to pick up a few things for dinner. "If you'll excuse me, there's something at this shop over here I need to pick up. I'll be right back." Mikasa told Sasha.
Sasha's eyes for good produce (mostly coming from stealing potatoes and other vegetables) came in handy as she looked through the fruits and vegetables, picking out the best looking and heftiest of the bunch. After a few minutes, Mikasa rejoined her and they started to leave the merchant district. Mikasa instinctively went to head for the barracks, but Sasha tugged at her coat again. "Let's go this way instead, I've got something to show you."
Sasha changed their course and took them in the direction of some new townhouses that were recently built. She stopped at one near the middle of the row and produced a set of keys from her pocket. The door swung open, allowing them entry to the new home. "Sasha, whose house is this?" Mikasa asked, rather surprised.
"I applied for a loan through the King's First Bank, and since I'm in the military, I was approved pretty quickly." Sasha answered. "It's no mansion, but it's much more comfortable than those old, worn and rickety cots and stuffy rooms at the barracks."
"You're moving up in life, I see." Mikasa said, impressed.
"I'd really like it to be both of us moving up." Sasha began, with a sweet voice. "Would you... maybe like to... move in with me? It's alot better than the barracks."
Mikasa stood in silence for a moment, but soon answered. "I'd love to move in. It isn't that far from everything, it's rather nice and comfy looking, plus... I'll be here with you."
Sasha hugged Mikasa, followed by taking a tour of the home. The tour ended on the upstairs balcony, overlooking the street. Mikasa looked into Sasha's eyes and pulled her in close. "This seems like as good a place as any." Mikasa said.
"For what?" Sasha asked.
"You remember earlier when I said I was hungry, but not for food? And then when you were getting produce, I went somewhere for a moment?"
"Yeah, what might you have meant?"
Mikasa took a step back and held Sasha's hands as she looked her in the eye. "First, I saved your life, then you saved mine. Do you feel like you still owe me anything?" she asked.
"I do. I do still owe you my life. I was much closer to death that day than any other." Sasha replied.
Mikasa went down to one knee as she pulled a small box from her pocket. The box opened, revealed a beautiful golden ring. "If you still feel like you owe me your life, you can give it to me, now and forever. If you'll have me, I'd also like to pay you back for saving me with my own life. Would you do me the great honor of being my bride?"
Sasha felt as though time stopped and the universe was centered on this balcony. She felt her heart beating harder than ever as she brought up the words. "Yes. I will." She replied.
Mikasa slipped the ring on Sasha's finger, then stood to hold and kiss her now fiance.
