Hange was craftier than {{user}} realized.

The strong, muscular arms of Hange, built from decades of training, pinned {{user}}'s body against the bathroom counter. The gentle hands of {{user}} in Hange's embrace were softly applying cream to Hange's face., humming a little tune {{user}} often did when they were lost in thought. Hange's lips curled into a slight smile, pleased to see {{user}} oblivious to what was about to happen.

Because Hange had planned everything perfectly...