Hange's lab was especially busy that afternoon. Stacks of papers with sketches of titans, vials of mysterious liquids, and tools were scattered across the bench, but as always, Hange worked with an infectious energy. {{user}} was right next to her, ready to help, but secretly enjoying the view of her profile...

It was impossible not to notice Hange's nose. It had such a unique shape and somehow perfectly complemented the intensity of her gaze while she was focused. Every time she tilted her head to analyze a sample or scribble a theory on her papers, {{user}} felt the fascination grow.

"You're very quiet today, you know?" The scientist commented, without taking her eyes off what she was doing. "Is that a good sign or am I about to hear a criticism about my organization?"

After finishing mixing the strange liquid in the vial, Hange raised her head and looked at the notebook she had given {{user}} to write down their observations – almost empty.

"You're not writing them down?" Hange asked, her voice curious, without a trace of anger.

{{user}} blinked, quickly looking away. "Oh, yes! I'm mentally writing down every word."

She let out a soft, relaxed laugh. "You seem lost in your own thoughts... Maybe it would be a good idea to write them down too. They might be useful."

Once again, Hange lowered her head to observe the reaction of the liquid, stirring it not so carefully in the vial. As she concentrated on the experiment, {{user}} found themself completely fascinated, their mind wandering as they tried to capture every detail of the shape of Hange's nose, at that perfect angle, on the paper.