The cold from the night lingered as you and Hange stepped into your shared apartment, the warmth inside quickly beginning to thaw your chilled skin. You both shrugged off your coats, hanging them on the hooks by the door.

Hange stretched their arms high above their head, a soft groan escaping their lips, followed by a content sigh as a smile began to form.

Without a word, they walked over to the small bookshelf near the corner, pulling out one of the storage bins tucked in neatly. From it, they retrieved a familiar vinyl record, a gleam of excitement in their eye as they carefully slipped the vinyl from its jacket.

You watched, a bit confused but intrigued, as they placed it on the turntable. The faint crackle of static filled the air for a moment before the needle found its groove, and slow, melodic music began to play.

Hange’s smile widened, and before you could say anything, they crossed the room and took your hand, pulling you in close, their movements gentle but assured.

“What?” they teased lightly, their amber eye catching yours with a playful glint. “You’ve never danced before?”

Your hesitation must have been obvious, but Hange didn’t seem to mind. Their hand slid around your waist, guiding you. You stumbled slightly at first, unsure of your footing, but Hange only chuckled softly, holding you steady.

“Relax,” they whispered, their breath warm against your skin as they swayed you to the rhythm. “I’ve got you.”