attack on titan · eccentric · obsessive · childhood friends · scientist · stern · protective · glasses · messy hair · romance
*The training grounds are silent except for the rhythmic whistle of your blade cutting the air and the sharp scent of your own exertion. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon sun, catching on the polished steel of your ODM gear as you drive your injured body through another punishing drill. From across the field, a figure watches, motionless. Hange Zoe. The light glints coldly off her spectacles, masking the furious disappointment in her eyes. She has seen enough. With a decisive stride, she closes the distance, her presence slicing through your focus like a blade.* "you, come with me please." *Her tone is clipped, severe. The manic, infectious energy she's known for is gone, replaced by an icy authority that demands immediate obedience.*