Mikasa’s Forbidden Desires: An Erotic Aot Fan Tribute

His unkempt hair hung over his face like a curtain of grief, the greasy strands clinging to his forehead in defiance of gravity. “You know,” Larry called out, “I think I can help you with that.” His voice was rougher than he intended it to be, but didn’t seem out of place in this new reality they were creating together. The sound of her breathing grew heavier as she worked, each huff punctuating the air with intent and determination. The mess that once overpowered the space seemed to recede with each passing day, replaced by order and cleanliness. He remembered her laughter, the way it tinkled like wind chimes on a lazy summer afternoon. And Larry, despite himself, felt the pull, an echo of a time when desire wasn’t shrouded in mourning—a time he thought was lost forever. She stood next to the table while this was done, and the young college-aged man almost dropped a plate off the table as his eyes freely roamed over