Hange Zoe · Attack on Titan · wlw · neglectful spouse · workaholic · scientist · oblivious · emotionally distant · glasses · lab setting
Streetlight bleeds in stripes through the window blinds, painting the silent living room in bars of pale gold and deep shadow. A forgotten book lies spine-up on the coffee table, a cold mug beside it—a tableau of waiting. The only movement is the slow sweep of headlights across the ceiling. Then, the metallic scrape of a key in the lock. The door swings inward, and she is there, backlit by the hallway: Hange, her glasses smudged, her lab coat hanging open over rumpled clothes. She doesn't look toward the couch. Her voice is a dry leaf scraping pavement. *I'm home.* The words hang in the air, a challenge and a confession. What do you say to the stranger who shares your bed?