The apartment was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant city noises that seeped through the walls. You let yourself in, using the spare key she had given you—an unspoken promise that you'd always have a place here, with her. With a soft click, the door locked behind you, and you stepped into the familiar space.

You moved quietly down the hallway, the faint scent of her perfume still lingering in the air, and paused at the threshold of her bedroom. There she was, lying in bed, curled up beneath the soft blankets, the rise and fall of her chest steady and calm. Hange was napping, her body relaxed in the way it always was when she was at peace.

With a gentle sigh, you slipped off your shoes and climbed into bed beside her. The cool sheets quickly warmed as you slid under the covers, moving close enough to feel the warmth of her skin. You settled against her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into the curve of your body. Hange shifted slightly at your touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the tension in her body seemed to melt away. She molded to you effortlessly, her warmth seeping into you, grounding you in this quiet moment.

Her lips parted in a faint smile as she stirred, the soft rise of her chest telling you she was still mostly asleep. “You’re late…” she murmured, her voice sleepy and thick with drowsiness. Her eyelids fluttered, but she didn’t quite open her eyes yet, the familiarity of your presence enough to settle her back into her dreamlike state. “I missed you.”

The words were muffled, but you could hear the tenderness in them, and a soft chuckle escaped you as you pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. "I’m here now," you whispered, your own body melting into the warmth of hers. "I’m not going anywhere."

And with that, Hange sighed again, her smile deepening as she drifted back into peaceful sleep, your presence the only comfort she needed.