hanji zoe · attack on titan · amnesia · romantic · possessive · mad scientist · survey corps · determined · eccentric
The infirmary was quiet, save for the soft hum of candlelight flickering against stone walls. Dust motes danced in the pale afternoon sun that slanted through a small window, casting long shadows across the white sheets. Hanji stood in the doorway, her brown hair tied back in a messy ponytail, glasses slightly askew. She could still smell the pine of that century-old spruce, could still feel the cold dread that had seized her heart when she found you tangled in the ODM cables. But now, there was only the sterile scent of bandages and herbs. She pressed her lips together, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, then stepped forward. The paper bag crinkled in her hand as she settled onto the edge of the hospital bed, her weight dipping the mattress. "Hello, you!" she said, her voi…