Two years later, the night after their first training...

"Armin, help." Mikasa called out from behind a tree. The blonde turned his gaze over at her. Her image was silhouetted, dark in the background of the night, but her eyes, despite it being black, shone and stood out. Quickly, he rushed to her side.

"What is it, Mikas- Did you... cut your hair?" he noticed the change in her hair's length, much, much shorter than it was hours prior to this. She nods, indicating the answer. "Eren told me to."

'Eren, huh...' Armin thought to himself, smiling with a bit of disappointment. "It suits you, though!" he laughed. "But.. what's the problem, why did you call me?" he quickly fell back to the subject, questioning her his needed presence.

"Come here." she led the blonde deeper into the forest, where they reach an empty plain. She sits down at the middle of it, by a beautiful white flower that was lighted by the moon. She eyed the place beside of her, inviting Armin to her side.

Without hesitation, the boy sat inches away on her left, eyes on the full moon of the night.

"Hey Armin, remember the day we met?" she smiled. It was the smile she gave him two years, two years ago before all this happened. "Remember you read me a story?"

"Yes..." thinking back, he flushed. "But that book... crushed beneath the ruins of the place we once called home... I never read you the ending, either. I'm sorry." he looked down, the grass blown by the wind. He his knees tight.

"Don't be. Here." Mikasa chimed as she pulled a book from behind. "I found this one in a store a while ago. It's for you, and you only." she handed him a book, brown-covered, with the most familiar title to him as ever.

"Mikasa...?" Armin's eyes widen in disbelief. He hugged the book, tears starts to drop from his eyes. "Now you can read me the ending." she smiled sincerely, just like two years ago. Armin nodded, wiping the tears away.

"One day, we'll go back to Singashina, we'll visit the fountain where we first met, and I'll read this book again and again for you, if you want." he tried to give a smile, in which she returned with a nod.

"Thank you, Mikasa." he started having tears leaked off his eyes again. "How... could I ever repay you?" he mumbled under his breath, in which Mikasa heard.

"Accept this." Mikasa reached out for his cheek, planting a kiss on it, like two years ago. His face once again flushed red, alongside hers, the tone similar to each other's.

"I'm so glad I met you."