It had been a good day for the rich today, Mikasa mused. Her hands were filled with various foods, and yet her money sack hadn’t lost much to truly endanger their funds. The courtyard was empty as it usually was, and she sighed in relief. She didn’t know what she would do if anyone was there, perhaps she would just awkwardly walk out and pretend she hadn’t meant to be there in the first place. But then again, it was her place…well, a place that always felt like hers. There was a skinny tree in the center of the courtyard, and she often remembered it always being the same height, not growing much anymore, but the roots firmly grounded. She stepped towards the tree, and saw the faint marks of a knife that she had marked with Eren to keep track of their heights. It had taken a little while for him to grow, but when he did, he towered over her considerably. My little brother. He might have been a stepbrother, but it didn’t matter much. It was just like they had the same blood, and she somehow knew that it had to be true. She knew when he was feeling angry (which was almost a lot of the time), and he knew what past buttons that he shouldn’t push when he was with her. Mikasa remembered when one of the girls with such bright red rouge on her lips had pointed at her, calling her strange, and Eren weird for hanging around a girl who was what they called ‘Oriental.’ She vaguely remembered being mad, and for once, she didn’t keep it in, and she yelled at the girl and called her strange, strange for having such bright makeup that could never disguise her spiteful nature.
She twiddled with the scarf around her throat, the soft material distinct and comfortable on her skin. It gave her color that her monochrome clothing and skin often sapped away, and not to mention the significance that it represented to her. She sighed, sitting down onto the cold courtyard floor, waiting for something that she couldn’t know.
A prickle of something pulled through her back, and she looked up from her musings, seeing a boy walking towards her with even, steady steps. He had coarse, two-toned hair, and an almost arrogant look filled his eyes. God, he wasn’t going to ask for a courting, or for her to join him to go somewhere, would he? His face was almost like….a horse. Chiding herself for being rude, and without much good judgement, she sat there for a few minutes, waiting for the inevitable meeting that would happen, whether she liked it or not. Just to be safe though, she stood, dusting off her dress with ease, adjusting the basket in her arms. He wouldn’t be trying anything funny if she couldn’t help it.
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