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The bathwater steamed gently, swirling in soft ribbons of heat as Akira leaned back against the smooth stone. Her limbs ached, her skin stung from scrubbing away the grime of her long absence, and yet—she felt strangely at peace.

She inhaled deeply. The scent of soap and hot water grounded her.

So much had happened so fast: familiar faces, new ones, the 104th's wild energy, Erwin’s silent understanding, Hange’s joy. And Levi… cold, unreadable, distant. Like she was a ghost he couldn’t decide to chase or forget.

After a while, she rose, wrapped herself in a towel, and stepped into the small changing room. There, neatly folded, was a fresh Scout Regiment uniform. She traced a finger over the emblem on the jacket—the twin wings of freedom.

The jacket was snug, perfectly fitted to her frame.

And she remembered.

“Nothing in your size,” Hange muttered, digging through a second storage crate with growing frustration. “Again. This is the third room.” “It’s fine,” Akira said quietly. “I don’t need it.” “You need the full uniform,” Hange replied, pulling out an oversized jacket and holding it up like a tent. “Unless you want to trip over your own sleeves in the field.” She said nothing. Then— A quiet rustle at the doorway. A voice. “Use this one.” Levi stood there, jacket in hand. His expression unreadable as always, though something flickered in his eyes. He tossed it. Akira caught it by instinct. “It’s yours,” she said, confused. He shrugged. “Then don’t ruin it.” And just like that, he walked away.

She had kept it all this time—Levi's jacket. The one he had tossed to her without a word. Back then, it was a gesture she hadn’t fully understood, but one that had etched itself deep into her memory.

It was more than fabric to her. It was a reminder of everything she'd left behind. Of the people she had let down. Of the man who had silently offered her something when she felt like she didn’t deserve anything at all.

But now, standing in this room—washed and breathing, not running or hiding—something shifted.

She pulled it on.

It fit perfectly.

For the first time in years, it felt like she was allowed to belong again.

The mess hall buzzed with life when Akira entered—clattering trays, shouting voices, laughter, and the occasional “Hey! That’s my bread!”

She spotted Hange waving frantically near the far end. “AKIRA! OVER HERE—BEFORE SASHA EATS EVERYTHING!”

Akira raised an eyebrow but made her way over, gripping her tray like a shield.

The 104th Squad was already in full form.

Sasha was dual-wielding bread rolls like weapons, hissing at Connie, who was trying to steal one while simultaneously balancing three boiled eggs on his head. Jean and Eren were mid-argument—again. Mikasa sat between them, expression neutral but clearly tired of babysitting.

Armin, at least, smiled warmly. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Akira muttered.

As soon as she sat, Sasha shoved a potato onto her plate. “You have to try these. They’re spiritual.”

“Thanks?” Akira blinked.

“Hey, white-hair,” Jean called from across the table, mouth full. “You’re weirdly quiet. Are you always like this or are you just judging us?”

“I’m… observing,” she said calmly, biting into the potato.

Connie pointed at her dramatically. “That’s a yes to judging!”

“You guys are embarrassing,” Mikasa muttered.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Sasha grinned.

Eren leaned across the table toward Akira. “So you’re strong, right? Like really strong. You fought Titans before?”

Akira stared at him, deadpan. “No. I tripped and fell into one, and it exploded.”

Silence.

Then—

Connie wheezed. Sasha nearly choked on her bread. Even Mikasa cracked a tiny smirk.

Jean whistled. “Damn, I think I like her.”

“Back off, horseface,” Sasha barked.

“You just want her to be your partner in food crimes,” Connie snorted.

Akira just shook her head slowly. She wasn’t used to this—chaos and warmth tangled together. It was loud, overwhelming… and oddly comforting.

From the upper corner of the room, Levi watched the scene with his usual blank stare, a full cup of tea untouched in his hands. His gaze never left Akira, even as laughter erupted from the table again—this time because Sasha had flung a piece of bread that bounced off Jean’s forehead.

She laughed, quietly. Genuinely.

And for a fleeting second, it felt like maybe—just maybe—she was allowed to.

Lantern light flickered across the courtyard as evening deepened, casting long shadows against the stone walls of the castle. From a window above, Levi stood with arms folded, gaze steady.

Below, Akira sat alone on the rooftop ledge, the wind gently tugging at her silver hair. Her silhouette was quiet, still—like she was part of the night itself.

Hange appeared beside him, silently sipping from a chipped mug.

“She’s still wearing it,” Hange said casually.

Levi didn’t respond.

“That jacket,” she added, nudging him slightly. “Your old one.”

Levi’s jaw tensed. “So?”

Hange tilted her head. “You tossed it at her like you were giving away trash, but she’s clearly treated it like treasure.”

Silence.

“She’s always worn that jacket,” Hange went on.

Levi didn’t look away from the courtyard below, where Akira’s silhouette lingered beneath the flickering torchlight, her silver hair swaying as she walked slowly, hands tucked into the jacket pockets.

“She came back acting like nothing happened,” he muttered.

“She’s trying,” Hange said gently. “Doesn’t mean she’s fine.”

Levi didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

Instead, he kept his eyes on Akira. Watching. Uncertain. Still too wounded to approach, and too stubborn to admit he never stopped waiting.

The echo of Akira’s footsteps faded as the heavy wooden door shut behind her. Alone in the room Erwin had given her, she sank down onto the edge of the bed.

The cushion gave under her weight, but her shoulders remained tense, her fingers curled in her lap like she was still bracing for impact. The room they gave her was small, but quiet.

Sunlight pooled through the cracked window, casting golden stripes across the wooden floor. Akira sat on the edge of the bed, fingers tangled in her lap. For a moment, she allowed herself to just… breathe.

She didn’t know how long she sat there, staring at the worn stone floor. Minutes passed.

A soft knock broke the silence. "Come in," she said, though her voice barely carried.

The door creaked open, and Erwin stepped inside, closing it gently.

Erwin entered alone, the door closing with a soft click behind him. He looked tired, but his eyes softened when they met hers. He said nothing at first, merely stood by the window, eyes surveying the horizon as if collecting his thoughts.

“Feeling better?” Erwin asked, his voice low and steady. “I thought you might be asleep.”

Akira gave a small nod. “As much as I can be.” She shook her head lightly. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He moved quietly, pulling a chair from the corner and sitting across from her, his forearms resting on his knees. For a moment, they said nothing—just breathing the same air, the silence thick but not uncomfortable.

“You look different,” Erwin said finally. His tone was gentle, but his eyes were sharp with concern. “I wanted to give you time to rest. But… I have to ask.”

Akira turned her face slightly, eyes distant. “I feel different.”

“I need to know, Akira,” he continued, quieter now. “What happened to you?”

Her breath caught. For a second, the words trembled on her lips—then vanished.

She swallowed hard, heart thudding. “I… can’t. Not yet.”

Erwin studied her for a long moment, then leaned back slightly.

“I won’t press you,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “But whenever you're ready… I’ll be here.”

Her throat tightened. “I… I want to tell you. I do. But I can’t. Not yet.”

Her voice broke. “I’m sorry, Erwin. For leaving. For not saying anything. For making you all think I was dead.”

Erwin’s gaze softened. “Is it a matter of trust?”

“No. It’s... safety. Timing.” Tears welled in her eyes, falling before she could stop them. “I wanted to. I tried. But something always got in the way. And then it had gone on so long I didn’t know how to come back“ She dropped her eyes. “I’m so sorry for leaving without a word. For everything.”

She dropped her head into her hands. “I’m sorry.”

There was silence.

There was a long pause. Then, Erwin reached over, gently placing aThen Erwin reached across the space between them and placed a firm hand on her shoulder.. “You’re alive. That’s what matters now. When you’re ready—we’ll listen.”

“You came back. That’s enough for now” Her lips trembled, and a tear escaped down her cheek. She nodded. “Thank you.”

He stood, straightening his coat. “We’ll make room for you. Like we always should have.”

She stood, wiping her eyes. “I won’t disappear again.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said with a small smile.

An hour later, Akira stood outside the main building again, a little steadier on her feet, as Hange waved at her enthusiasticallyLater that afternoon, the sun hung lower in the sky as Akira stepped outside with Hange, the wind tugging gently at their cloaks.

“Alright, ghost girl! You rested?” We’ll start with the stables,” Hange said cheerfully. “You’ll want to check in on your majestic white steed.”

Akira gave a tired grin. “Sure do.” she chuckled. “You’re still calling him majestic?”

“Good! Because it’s time for the Grand Tour, Hange-style. I’ve already named her,” Hange said with pride. “Princess Hikari the Radiant..”

“That sounds like ridiculous.” Akira groaned. “She’s gonna hate that.”

“Exactly! Let’s go.”

As they walked, Akira stole a glance at her friend. “Hange… why haven’t you asked me anything?”

They started walking through the courtyard and toward the stables, weaving past the busy scouts and small groups sparring under the morning sun. The moment felt lighter—almost normal.

“Of course I want to ask,” Hange said, tilting her head. “I’ve got a billion questions, Akira. But you looked like you were barely holding together when you showed up. And sometimes, you just need a friend before you need an interrogation.”

Akira blinked. “…Thanks, Hange.”

“Besides, I’ve got my own theories,” she added with a mischievous grin. “Some involve pirates. Or secret noble marriages. Or underground tournaments. I’m hoping for the pirate one.”

Akira laughed—genuinely laughed—for the first time in a long while. “I missed you.”

“You better have.”

Their laughter echoed down the corridor as they walked back toward the barracks, the weight on Akira’s chest just a little bit lighterAn hour later, freshly scrubbed and wrapped in a fresh uniform, Akira stood beside Hange outside the training field, where the newest generation of soldiers were sparring, shouting, and generally being chaotic.“The 104th Squad,” Hange said with a flourish. “Some of them are annoying. Some are brilliant. All of them are chaotic. You’ll love them.”

The sound of a body hitting the ground punctuated her sentence.

“JEAN, YOU IDIOT!” came a familiar female voice. “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE—”

“I’M NOT THE ONE WHO SHOVED ME INTO CONNIE!”

“You mean, Sasha shoved you!” Connie’s voice cracked.

Akira blinked. “This… this is my welcome party?”

“Oh, just wait.”

Hange waved them over. “HEY! Gather up, misfits! Someone important wants to meet you!”

The 104th scrambled to their feet and formed a crooked line, faces flushed from sparring. Jean looked mildly annoyed, Connie was grinning, Sasha had food crumbs on her face, and Mikasa stood perfectly composed. Armin and Eren approached last, curious.

“This,” Hange said with exaggerated importance, “is Akira. She’s a returning veteran. Treat her with respect or she’ll mop the floor with you.”

Jean leaned in. “You’re the one that made Levi look like he’d seen a ghost.”

Connie crossed his arms. “She doesn’t look that scary.”

Akira raised an eyebrow. “Want to test that?”

Connie took an unconscious step back. Jean snorted.

Sasha leaned forward. “Did you really ride in on a white horse?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have snacks?”

“No.”

“…Can you get snacks?”

“No.”

“Damn.”

Mikasa studied Akira for a long moment. “Your stance. You’ve trained.”

“Still do.”

Armin smiled politely. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Eren nodded. “Are you staying with us?”

Akira hesitated, then looked at Hange. “I think I am.”

Hange grinned wide. “She is. Everyone, be on your best behavior. Or don’t. Either way, she’ll survive.”

A moment passed, and then the chaotic energy resumed—Jean and Connie arguing, Sasha pestering Akira for food she didn’t have, and Hange loudly declaring Akira the new Queen of Chaos.

And for the first time in years, Akira laughed.

From a shadowed corridor overlooking the courtyard, Levi stood with arms crossed, eyes trained on the scene below.

Akira stood among the 104th—smiling, talking, laughing even. Hange was waving her arms dramatically, Sasha was offering some kind of pastry, and Jean had just gotten shoved aside by Connie in his attempt to look cool. The recruits were loud and rowdy, but Akira didn't seem overwhelmed. If anything… she looked alive.

Levi’s gaze lingered on her smile.

“Tch.”

He leaned slightly against the stone wall, eyes narrowing. It irritated him—how easily she slotted herself back into the rhythm of things, how natural she looked despite disappearing like a ghost for years. Like nothing had happened. Like she hadn't left without a word.

And yet… something was different.

The way she moved. The careful pauses between her laughter. The way her shoulders occasionally stiffened when someone brushed too close. Her smile was bright, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

She’s putting on a show, he thought grimly.

Erwin had always said Akira would come back when she was ready. That they'd have to be patient. Levi had scoffed at that—ready? After years of silence?

But now here she was.

And he didn’t know what to say to her.

Didn’t know if he could say anything.

His jaw clenched. He pushed off the wall and turned down the corridor, footsteps silent against the stone.

Let her have her moment. Let her laugh.

But she would have to answer eventually.

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The morning sun stretched across the golden fields beyond Trost, bathing the dew-kissed grass in a warm, ethereal glow. A light breeze carried the scent of the sea inland, brushing through the trees lining the worn path toward the Survey Corps’ headquarters. The road was quiet—until the sound of hooves broke the stillness.

A lone figure rode toward the castle on a majestic white horse, the sun glinting off the sleek sheen of its coat. A white cloak draped over the rider’s form, the hood pulled up to conceal their face. From a distance, the figure looked like an apparition—graceful, purposeful, and undeniably mysterious.

Two scouts posted at the main gate leaned forward, shading their eyes.

“Oi,” one murmured. “You see that?”

The second narrowed his eyes. “Yeah. You know ‘em?”

“Not a clue. Fancy horse though. Doesn’t look like one of ours.”

Inside the castle courtyard, a cluster of Scouts milled about, preparing for training. Gear was being oiled, swords sharpened, and uniforms mended. Among them stood Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, and Hange Zoë—engaged in quiet conversation near a cart of fresh supplies.

Erwin glanced at the distant road. “We expecting anyone?”

Levi, ever observant, shook his head. “No visitors scheduled.” His voice was clipped, suspicious. His eyes, however, remained fixed on the approaching rider.

Hange squinted. “Ohh, maybe it's a courier with a message? Or a lost noble looking for a picnic spot?”

The sound of hoofbeats grew louder.

The moment the rider passed the gates, heads turned. Conversations died down. Even birds seemed to quiet.

The white horse trotted confidently into the courtyard, its rider upright and calm. The cloak fluttered with every step, but no hint of the rider’s identity could be seen.

Speculation buzzed among the scouts.

“Who’s that?”

“A new division commander?”

“Looks too calm to be lost.”

Levi’s gaze sharpened. His body had gone still, tense.

The rider slowed, approaching the central clearing. The courtyard seemed to hold its breath.

Then, as if on cue, a breeze whipped through the yard.

The rider’s hood was blown back.

A cascade of white hair spilled down over the rider’s shoulders, shimmering in the sunlight like freshly fallen snow.

Erwin’s breath caught. His eyes widened in disbelief.

Hange gasped so loudly it startled one of the stable horses. “No freaking way—”

Levi stared, unmoving. His heart had already skipped once—but now it lodged in his throat. Cold familiarity washed over him like a slap.

“…Akira?” he said, voice colder than he'd intended.

She dismounted, legs stiff and tired but steady. Looking between the three familiar faces, she raised a hand in a hesitant wave.

“Uh… hey,” she said. “Long time no see?”

There was a full beat of silence.

Then—

“IS THAT YOUR SISTER, LEVI?!” a scout blurted.

Another scout hissed, “Shut up! That’s not the time!”

“I PANICKED!”

The courtyard erupted into a mix of murmurs, shouts, and stunned confusion.

Levi’s eye twitched. “You idiots. Pipe down.” His tone was sharp—sharp enough to silence the courtyard instantly.

Akira looked around, bewildered. “Do… they always talk like this?”

“Yes,” Hange deadpanned. “Unfortunately.”

She lunged forward and wrapped Akira in a fierce hug. “I thought you were dead! Where have you been?! How are you even here?! Did you fake your death? Did you defect to another military? Oh my god, are you a spy?!”

Akira choked out a laugh. “Still the same questions, huh?”

Hange grinned, eyes glassy. “Only for you.”

Erwin stepped forward, slower, cautious. “Akira. You’re really back.”

She nodded, smile trembling. “Yeah.”

“You’ve changed,” he said. “But… I’m glad you’re here.”

“I wasn’t sure I’d make it back.”

“Are you staying?”

She hesitated. “That… depends.”

Levi walked forward last, each step deliberate. Arms crossed, his face unreadable.

“You just show up,” he said, voice low, “and act like nothing happened.”

Akira blinked. “I—”

“You left,” he continued coldly. “No message. No body. No trace. And now you're waving at us like we're old drinking buddies.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“Tch.” He turned slightly, not looking at her directly. “Don’t pretend this is normal.”

“...I wasn’t,” she said quietly.

Someone in the crowd mumbled, “Wait—is she… an ex-squad leader?”

“No way, she’d be famous.”

“Is she a noble? Her hair’s glowing.”

“Did she bring snacks?!”

“Shut up, Sasha!”

Erwin raised a hand, commanding silence instantly. “Back to your duties. We’ll debrief later.”

Grumbling and whispered theories followed the dispersing scouts. One even tripped over a barrel trying to catch one more glimpse of her.

Akira exhaled, watching them scatter. “They’re… something.”

Levi didn’t respond. He simply turned on his heel and started walking toward the castle.

Hange gave Akira a nudge. “Come on. Let’s talk inside.”

As they walked through the hallways, Akira took it all in—the stone walls, the worn rugs, the scent of old wood and metal polish. It felt distant and familiar all at once.

Hange wouldn’t stop talking.

“What shampoo do you use? Your hair still looks divine. Also, where did you get that white stallion? Did you name her? Can I name her? How did you find us? Did you cross the sea or—?”

“I regret everything already,” Akira mumbled.

Levi arched a brow but didn’t joke. “You chose to come back. Don’t expect flowers.”

They reached a quieter wing of the castle. Erwin opened the door to a small room with a long table. “You’ll rest here for now. We’ll have gear brought to you.”

Akira looked around, then back at them.

“…Thank you.”

Levi turned to leave but paused at the doorway. His voice was low, and colder than before.

“You got a lot of nerve showing up like this.”

She blinked, caught off guard by the words.

“I didn’t mean to disappear.”

“Didn’t stop you, though.”

Hange gave her one more soft smile before following after the two men. “Welcome home, ghost girl.”

Once alone, Akira sank into a chair by the table. Her hands trembled, and she stared down at her palms.

How many nights had she imagined this moment? How many times had she feared they wouldn’t remember her—would turn her away?

She was here.

Not cast out.

They remembered her. Hange smiled. Erwin welcomed her.

Levi… Levi hadn’t.

Still, her heart felt… warm, if a little cracked.

The girl with the white hair was home.

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A story I couldn’t stop thinking about, so now it lives here rent-free.

Summary: She was a name lost to silence. A ghost to the Scouts, a threat to the world beyond the Walls. Years ago, she vanished without a trace—now she’s returned, with secrets carved deep into her bones and a

Titan burning beneath her skin.

No one remembers what she fought through.

No one knows where she’s been.

Warnings ⚠️ inconsistent word counts (like pls don’t expect chapter equality) ⚠️ may contain emotional damage™ ⚠️ timeline bending + lore edits ⚠️ purely for my delulu peace of mind ⚠️ read it, love it, or ignore it—just don’t judge me okay thx <3 Character Info | CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH. 3 | CH. 4

Chapter 1: Shoreline of Solitude

The waves lapped against the shore with a gentle rhythm, their song soft under the vast, moonlit sky. Salt clung to Akira's lashes, her breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts as her knees sank into the cold, damp sand of Paradis’ coast.

She was finally home. But it didn’t feel like it.

Her fingers dug into the grainy shore, trembling. The scent of the sea, once comforting, now felt foreign—like she had no right to breathe it. The stars above blurred in her vision, not from clouds, but from the tears she didn’t want to acknowledge.

How long had it been?

Years since she last stepped on this soil.

The small fishing boat she’d commandeered drifted back out into the dark sea, a ghost of the route she took to return—a path that could no longer be traced, no longer mattered.

She was here. Alone, but here.

Akira wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then stood, wavering on shaky legs. The cloak she wore billowed in the breeze, weighed down with salt and blood—some hers, most not. Her muscles ached with exhaustion, and still she forced her body into motion. Her return couldn't be announced. She had to move, and fast.

The walls were miles away. She could see the outline of their towering silhouettes against the night sky, and though there were no fires or lights visible, she knew Titans still roamed the outer terrain. But at night, they were sluggish… predictable. It gave her a narrow window to slip past them.

Her instincts guided her through the darkness—sharp eyes scanning the shadows, ears attuned to the faintest groan of a distant Titan. The pain in her limbs blurred into nothingness as survival took over.

She barely remembered the run. Only the sound of her heartbeat. The cold. The numbness.

By the time she reached the half-collapsed outpost tucked near the base of Wall Maria, her legs nearly gave out. It wasn’t much—just a ruined shack that once served as a patrol station—but it was shelter. It was enough.

She kicked the door open gently, sword still drawn, eyes scanning the corners. Empty.

Safe.

Akira closed the door behind her, dropped her satchel, and slumped against the wall. Her breath came in shallow bursts now, the adrenaline fading and leaving behind only hollow fatigue.

Her hands fumbled through her bag. A single loaf of hard bread. A small piece of jerky. And a waterskin filled with stale, lukewarm water. It didn’t matter. She devoured it all, almost like a child who hadn’t eaten in days.

Then, she wept.

The tears came suddenly, silently. Her shoulders trembled. Her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she sat curled by the corner of the shack, knees tucked to her chest.

She wasn’t supposed to cry. She had survived too much to fall apart now. And yet…

Home. She was home. But not the same. And maybe not even welcome.

Would they recognize her?

Would they hate her?

She’d changed.  She was something else now. Tainted.

She didn't ask for it.

She didn't want it.

But she couldn’t let someone else bear it, either. Not Marley. Not Paradis.

That burden was hers. And it was eating her alive.

She leaned back against the wall, staring at the cracked ceiling above her, the sobs long gone but their echo still heavy in the room. And in the quiet that followed, a single thought pulsed through her mind.

You made it back. Now what? ---------

The wind that howled outside had softened into a morning breeze. Thin rays of light filtered through the cracks in the shack’s decaying roof, casting faint beams across the dusty floor.

Akira stirred, rising from a troubled sleep, stiff and sore from the cold.

Her cloak doubled as a blanket, her boots still damp with saltwater. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, not fully—but exhaustion had swallowed her whole.

Akira sat up, rubbing the stiffness from her neck. Her mind was clearer now, though the ache in her chest lingered. The night before had been a breaking point—but she hadn’t come this far to unravel. Not yet.

Today, she had a purpose.

Her gear was minimal. No ODM equipment, no blades. Just her cloak, scavenged clothes, a satchel with essentials, and a makeshift dagger. It would have to be enough.

She opened the door slowly, peering outside. The coast behind her was still and silent. No Titans in sight. Good.

Akira pulled the hood of her cloak over her white hair and set off, heading inland toward the outer settlements. If she could blend in, gather scraps of news—maybe someone would know where the Survey Corps was stationed.

But she couldn’t let anyone recognize her. If even a whisper of her return reached the wrong ears—especially from someone within the Military Police or Garrison—it could end everything.

Days slipped by before Akira stood at last before the towering walls of Rose.

She passed through a scattered cluster of ruins before reaching the edge of a small village nestled in the shadows of Wall Rose. She stayed to the edges, avoiding main roads. The village wasn’t completely abandoned, but it was quiet. Scarred by years of war and Titan attacks, the people were weary—distracted by survival. That worked in her favor.

From behind crates and half-collapsed alley walls, she listened.

Talk of the Scouts filtered through the air in low voices.

“You hear about the Scout Regiment? Word is they’re prepping for something big.”

“Yeah. I heard they’ve set up  in that old abandoned castle in the Trost District.”

“Figures. Crazy enough to use a broken-down fortress as a base… but if anyone’s gonna do it, it’s them.”

Trost District. Akira remembered it well. A heavily fortified area on Wall Rose, now home to the Survey Corps. Close to where she once trained—close to where she vanished.

She clenched her jaw. So that’s where they are.

She ducked behind a crumbled stone wall, letting herself exhale. Her heart raced, not from fear—but uncertainty.

Would they recognize her?

Would they welcome her?

Do they think I’m dead?

She gripped the edge of the wall tightly, her knuckles whitening.

Part of her wanted to run to them. To be seen. To hear their voices again. But the other part—the stronger, colder part—told her to wait. To watch. To plan.

She couldn’t show herself without understanding the risks.

Not until she was sure.

You’ve been gone for years, she reminded herself. You’re not the same girl they once knew.

Even now, her hands still shook sometimes—phantom echoes of the power she now carried.

And they didn’t know.

No one did.

She sank to her knees behind the wall, back pressed against the stone, and stared up at the hazy sky. Her mind spun with questions.

What would they say? What would they see when they looked at her?

Would they still call her comrade?

Or would they call her monster?

She didn’t have the answers. Not yet.

But she had a direction. A name. A place.

Trost District. The old castle.

She stood slowly, brushing dust from her knees, and slipped away from the village like a whisper.

She had a path now. She just had to be brave enough to walk it.

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Morning came, painting the Trost skyline in soft gold. The streets below her small attic room slowly filled with merchants setting up stalls, soldiers on patrol, and children running past with loaves of bread and half-tied shoelaces.

Akira stood before the dusty mirror nailed crookedly to the wall, staring at her own reflection like it was a stranger.

Her white hair had grown longer than she remembered, tied loosely at the nape. She tugged her scarf up to hide the mess of emotion sitting too openly on her face.

Today was the day.

Probably.

Maybe.

Possibly.

She opened the door and stepped outside, the morning breeze tousling her white hair as the forest came alive around her. Birds chirped in the canopy, and somewhere nearby, a brook gurgled quietly. The peace felt foreign—but not unwelcome.

She moved with purpose now, weaving through the crowd until she found the outskirts of the village. There, nestled by the stables, was a familiar sound: soft nickering and the heavy shuffle of hooves on straw.

Akira approached carefully.

A stable hand glanced up as she entered. “You lookin’ for a horse?”

“Yeah,” she said, trying to keep her voice light. “Something fast and quiet.”

The man nodded. “White one in the back might suit you. Not many like her—spirited, but loyal. Doesn’t let just anyone near her.”

Intrigued, Akira followed him to the far stall.

There she stood—a beautiful white mare with alert eyes and a proud stance. The horse met her gaze directly.

“Perfect,” Akira whispered, stepping closer. She held out a hand.

The mare snorted softly, but didn’t retreat.

“Guess we’re both a little lost, huh?”

As she saddled the horse, another villager passing by squinted at her. “Hey… you were at that training camp years ago, right? You cheered us on during the drills. You—you’re not from around here, are you?”

Akira smiled faintly, not confirming or denying. “I pass through.”

The villager nodded slowly. “Well, good luck. Something tells me you’ve got a long road ahead.”

If only you knew.

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As Trost’s walls came into view later that day, Akira’s heart began to race.

She slowed the mare—Hikari, she decided to name her—and stopped beneath a shaded grove just before the road widened.

Beyond the trees stood the old stone castle, silhouetted by the sun. It looked the same… and yet completely different.

Her mind spiraled.

"Okay, what am I even going to say?"

"Hey, I’m back." She cringed. Too blunt.

"Yo! Wassup? ‘Tis me—Akira!" She immediately regretted it. No, no, that sounds like a drunk potato just rolled up to headquarters.

"Missed me?" …Yeah, let’s not start with emotional manipulation.

"Hi. Sorry I vanished for years without a word. Had to fake my death, infiltrate enemy territory, accidentally become a Titan, and commit treason. What’s new with you?"

She slapped her forehead, letting out a strangled groan.

“This is a disaster,” she muttered under her breath. “I survived Marley, titans, and military camps—and this is what’s breaking me?”

She tried one more time.

“Erwin. Levi. Hange. It’s me… I came back.”

A long pause.

“Ugh, why do I sound like I’m in a soap opera?”

Still, a small smile tugged at her lips. The absurdity of it helped.

She didn’t know how today would go. She didn’t even know if she’d actually go through with it. But for a brief moment, the weight in her chest felt a little lighter.

“You know what? Screw it,” she said aloud, a grin tugging at her lips. “I’ll go there. No plan.

No perfect words. Just me.”

She patted Hikari’s neck.

“If they cast me out... fine. I’ve been through worse.”

The wind rustled the leaves, and somewhere far off, a bell rang faintly within the district.

Akira took one last breath and clicked her tongue, urging Hikari forward.

No more hiding. No more running.

The next chapter of her story was waiting.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :

SO… she’s back 😭 Did it feel mysterious enough? Did you feel the vibes™??

✨ meet my oc: Akira ✨

🕊️ Name: Akira 🌒 Origin: Eldian born in Marley 🔥 Role: ? | Scout | secret weapon?? 🎭 Status: Unknown to the world—her identity, her past, and her power are a closely guarded secret

☁️ Appearance: – White hair (styled differently all the time) – Purple eyes, soft yet piercing – Quiet beauty, chaotic energy

💫 Personality: – Sarcastic and weird (in a fun way) – Obsessed with snacks 🍪 (Sasha approves) – Loves reading 📚 and nature 🌿 – Ambivert – Will fight and flirt with the same face

⚠️ WARNING before you scroll any further:

🖼️ [insert pics of her here so y’all can see the vision 💅]

⚠️ WARNING: – inaccuracies, inconsistencies, and delulu energy ahead – writing this for me, but feel free to vibe along – pls do not judge I am but a lil writer girl with emotional damage – main goal: get her out of my head