Summary
"And I know you don't like making a big deal about getting presents, so...I thought I'd give you something you can't...put in a box." His trembling, nervous hands brushed her hair behind her ear, taking her face in his calloused grip. Mikasa forgot how to breathe. Was this...was this really happening? Was he about to...to..? Eremika. Oneshot. Happy birthday, Mikasa!