Eren had had enough. Enough of being babied, enough of being continuously watched over, enough of being treated like a kid by Mikasa. Ever since the 'Annie' situation, Eren had been was being annoyed each and everyday by Mikasa, and finally, he snapped.

"Eren, are you ok?" Mikasa asked him as she sat down.

"Yes, Mikasa, I'm fine. I just fell, that's all!" He growled, staring down his food.

"You fell from Fifty Feet!" She fussed, "I'm worried you'll get your-"

"YOUR NOT MY MOTHER MIKASA!" He interupted her, slamming his hand on the table which got the attention of everyone, and I mean everyone, even Sasha.

"I-I-I never s-said I-" she tried to explain, reaching out to him.

"STOP IT!" He swatted her hand away, and pulled the scarf from her neck, "I'M FINE, OK? MAYBE I SHOULD'VE LEFT YOU, SO I WOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU CONSTANLY BUGGING ME!"

Tears pooled in Mikasa's eyes as she went to grab the scarf, "Eren, p-p-"

"No! It's MY scarf!" He snapped, turning his head away from Mikasa.

"E-E-ren..." she whispered, "I-I m-made a-"

She was quickly shut up as Eren whipped round and shoved her, sending her tumbling to the floor, "Go away, Mikasa!"

Sniffling, Mikasa buried her face in her hands as she walked out of the dining hall, fidiling with the rim of her shirt where the scarf she loved so dearly had once been.

"You've done it now, Eren," Armin whispered, shaking his head, "She's not coming back."

And she never did.