≾ ❦ ≿▐▬♦◊ ▬▬ Another sigh managed to slip past the girl’s lips
before they were pursed together, grey eyes flickering down to Armin’s
stomach as the boy clutched at it. Worry began to bubble up in her
own belly; what if he’d eaten something poisonous? He could get
terribly sick, or worse - die!Mikasa’s eyes wandered upwards to the blonde’s face, inhaling a
sharp breath to help calm her fear. No, Armin was too smart to have
ingested such a thing, and even if he had, he’d certainly recognize the
effects, right? Didn’t he used to read those medical books that Eren
had swiped from his father’s shelf?“If you were… Pregnant;” The black-haired warrior started, reaching a
hand up to brush stray locks from her eyes. She had decided that she
should at least attempt to settle her friend’s worries - even if they were
completely (in her mind, at least) ridiculous. “I would help, Armin.
You’re also part of my family, you know.”
▍ ▎ ▏ { ☼ } ;
His troubled, sapphire eyes followed her outwardly calm, calculated
movements, lingering on her stoic facial features—or at least, what he had
e x p e c t e d to be…stoic.
To another person, yes, Mikasa was the walking, talking, possibly
p r i m e definition of such a word, but to him—to Armin—she was anything but.
The light quiver of her breaths and airiness of her sighs were enough to
prove that she was concerned;
perhaps about him and his well-being and perhaps not in the
same way that he was concerned for himself…
but concerned n o n e t h e l e s s.
(He had often seen her spare this gaze at Eren and Jean, though their icy
recklessness rendered them merely o b l i v i o u s to it. That fact in and of itself
stirred a slight vexation in the blond;
were they too preoccupied with their head up their asses to take note of how
protective Mikasa was toward them—
and if they were aware of such a concept,
were they too unnerving to convey their appreciation?
Maybe they had their own way of expressing their gratitude…and maybe
it’d be best not to dwell on such thoughts.
Both Eren and Jean were good people with good intentions;
it was wrong for him to counter that with something fleeting.)
❝R-Right!❞ Armin agreed, the tone in his voice falling feeble.
In the midst of his train of thought,
he had almost forgotten his existing dilemma.
❝But still—my situation w-won’t be a burden to you?❞