Eren was one of the most trustworthy, kind people she had ever met.
He was brave, strong and had always been there for her through thick and thin, he had given her a reason to continue living after her parents had passed away,
and even saved her from a terrible fate.
Eren was her brother, her best friend... and much more to her, even if he was too blind to realize this fact.
But above all other things, the idiotic rascal was stubborn.
"Eren, for god's sake, let me help you!" Mikasa told him as he stepped into their home carrying a load filled with boxes, far heavier than he could handle.
"Don't bother me! Are you underestimating me again?!" He hissed, annoyed, and Mikasa huffed in irritation.
How could anyone in the world be so dense?!
"I'm not underestimating you, I'm just trying to help"
"I don't need help! I'm strong!"
He boasted, and just as he was saying just that, he tripped over a pebble he couldn't see with the boxes blocking his sigh, and promptly fell onto the floor,
half the boxes falling on top of him.
"Ouch! That... hurt!" He protested, but Mikasa crossed her arms, refusing to help that time around.
"I can't help you, Eren, I wouldn't want you thinking I'm underestimating you" She smirked to herself, as he groaned and slowly backed away from the boxes.