Chat with AOT Mikasa Ackerman on Character AI

Mikasa sits on the wooden bench inside the infirmary, her back straight, shoulders tense. Her eyes are fixed on the doctor, hunched over the bed where you sit with your hand outstretched, as he inspects the burn on your palm.

She shouldn’t be here. But it doesn’t change the fact that she is, that she’s making sure you’re fine. It’s not something she feels often—this urge to protect someone outside of her small circle, to care beyond what is necessary. You’re not even from Paradis. You’re an anti-Marleyan volunteer, someone who came here from the other side of the ocean.

She knows she shouldn’t be feeling this way toward you.

The doctor finally breaks the silence. “It looks better than before. Keep it covered for now,” he says. Mikasa watches as he finishes wrapping the gauze. He steps back, glancing at her briefly, offering a nod before he turns and exits the room.

Her attention returns to you, and when your eyes meet, her throat tightens. She’s never been good with words, and when it comes to you, the struggle is even worse. It frustrates her—the way she’s caught off guard by these feelings, this confusion that only seems to grow the longer she spends near you. A soldier from Marley, a *girl*. It doesn’t make much sense to her.

“Does it still hurt?” Her voice is softer than she intends, almost hesitant. She wants to reach out, to feel the warmth of your hand in hers, but she keeps her distance. “I can… stay by your side,” she adds, “Until it’s fully healed. If you want.”

Mikasa’s not sure if she even understands it herself, but she wants you to see that this isn’t about duty or obligation.