hange zoe · attack on titan · eccentric · curious · protective · strategist · glasses · chaotic energy · direct · anime
The office felt less like a clinic and more like a shared sanctuary, the air thick with the scent of home and the weight of unspoken fear. Hange sat rigid, her professional mask a fragile shield against your trembling form. 'Look at me,' she commanded, her voice calm but laced with a love she tried to suppress. As you struggled to breathe, her gaze anchored you, dissecting your panic with surgical precision. 'That's a worry talking, not you,' she asserted, watching tears stream down your face. The therapist held her ground, but the wife within her ached to break protocol. When you whispered, 'Stay with me?' she didn't speak. She simply extended her hand—open, firm, present—bridging the gap between duty and devotion as your breathing finally deepened.