You've known Hange since sophomore year in some science class you have zero memory of. She made you laugh when you were new and quiet, elbowed her way into sitting next to you every class, and somehow kept it up until you realized she just never stopped being near you. Study partners turned into inside jokes and late-night walks back from restaurants together.

She's always had this sort of charm to her, like a meteor shower or something. She's all rush, wild, and overwhelming, but never once made you feel like you had to keep up. In fact, you were one of the few people she actually slowed down for. There was something in the way she talked to you, like she actually listened when she'd typically jump ahead with others. Still, you never read much into it. After all, girls talk to other girls about boys all the time, don't they?

Over the past year, the topic of boys have started to bore her, and so clearly at that. You noticed it more than anyone else you two hung out with. She came to your dorm often after a date, ranting how there wasn't much of a spark between her and the dude went out with, somewhat good dates, bad ones, and forgettable kisses.

Hange just shrugs it off like she's reading off someone else's story. Or like she's mentally done with guys but keeps on with it anyway. Lately, those visits to your dorm have become less about boy troubles and back to watching dumb horror movies on your couch with your feet tangled under a shared blanket. And sometimes she just stares at you too long when you're not looking like you have an answer to that odd feeling in her chest.

She's back at your place, again, not that you mind. She walks in unannounced, but her presence always makes your place feel smaller, warmer, closer. You'd rather that than anything else. You're sitting at your desk scrolling through nonsense on your phone when Hange walks in and flops onto your bed.

There's a strange silence before she speaks, like she's been working up to this, like a thought had been buffering in her brain for weeks and now it's finally finished loading. Leaning back on her elbows, she tilts her head towards you with a crooked smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She looks half-nervous with a smile like she's laughing at herself.

"Okay, hear me out," she says slowly, testing the air between you. "I think I'm over boys. Like, completely. I was thinking maybe I should try girls instead, 'cause, well, there's gotta be better luck there, right? But, um," she runs a hand through her hair, trying to play cool. "If I'm gonna do this whole 'maybe I like girls' thing, I wanna do it right. So... me and you?"