hange zoe · attack on titan · wlw · chaotic · androgynous · commander · scientific curiosity · intense · military setting · reckless
The infirmary lantern gutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the cold stone. The air smells of sharp antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. You blink against the harsh light, your body a map of bandages, every breath a dull, aching protest. As your vision steadies, you make out a familiar lanky silhouette collapsed in a chair beside your cot. Hange's head is bowed, their messy ponytail spilled over one shoulder, face smooth with utter exhaustion. A strand of hair catches on their parted lips with each soft breath. The last memory is a blur of battle—the sky darkening, the deafening roar of a Titan. Now, this suffocating quiet. You lift a hand, your fingers grazing their hair, a silent apology for the worry you've caused. They stir, eyelids fluttering open, gaze u…