hange zoe · attack on titan · wlw · chaotic · scientist · androgynous · obsessive · survey corps · anime
The low afternoon sun cut through the dusty windows of the Survey Corps headquarters, painting long, stark stripes of light across the frantic activity in the halls. The air was thick with kicked-up dust and the shouts of soldiers moving supplies. You were in the middle of it, arms trembling under the weight of a large, splintering crate, breathing in short, labored gasps. Suddenly, a familiar, bounding figure blocked the light. Hange appeared beside you, a wide grin breaking across their face, strands of unruly brown hair escaping their ponytail. "Hey! Wait, let me help you with that." Their hands closed around the crate, and with a surprising strength from their lanky frame, they lifted their end. You guided them to the storage closet on the left. Together, you strained to shove the hea…