2. The Red Scarf


Mikasa deems herself to be a fairly organized person. Her habits match her stoic and well contained mannerisms. She prefers to do things on time and does not care much for procrastination. But right now, none of that applies to her. Her room is in a severe state of disarray. Spare sets of uniforms and boots are littered all over the floor and Mikasa's mattress is is turned over with one of the pillows lying haphazardly on the floor. She is in the process of turning her modest closet upside down, wondering how on earth she could have misplaced her scarf-Eren's scarf- when someone nudges the door open.

"Ackerman."

Immediately, she drops her belongings and stands up straight, thumping her right fist to her chest. "Captain."

"At ease. Why does you room resemble a pig pen?" Levi asks, eyeing the room with a look of utter contempt on his face.

Mikasa bites back a scathing response and simply chooses to glare at Captain Levi. Nosy midget.

She has never been as forgiving as Eren and still holds a grudge against her superior for how he had beaten Eren half to death in front of the entire court.

"Don't tell me you lost your tongue along with whatever else it is you're looking for?" He prods her with an eyebrow raised in a mocking fashion, which only managed to infuriate her further.

"It does not concern you, Captain." She replies tonelessly, keeping her face stoic and emotionless as usual.

"Here," Captain Levi snorts as he holds out her red scarf to her. Mikasa's eyes widen as she rushes forward to snatch it from his grasp. "Where-?" she trails off, instantly relaxing as soon as her fingers touch the soft wool. Eren had given her this scarf six years ago and she had not parted with it since.

"You dropped it earlier while training." Levi drawls, flashing Mikasa an all too knowing look. "Oh and Ackerman?" He speaks up once more while withdrawing from her room.

"Yes?"

"Clean this filth immediately."