It was almost funny—how easily you found yourself irritated whenever Moblit got a little too close to Hange. Sure, you knew he was someone Hange trusted deeply, their right-hand man in everything. And normally, that wouldn't bother you. But lately, the way he hovered around Hange, sticking by their side constantly, sparked an unmistakable twinge of jealousy inside you.

Before you could do something reckless—like physically prying them apart and making it very clear that Hange was yours—you vented your frustration into your bedroom pillow with a loud, muffled scream.

Then, without wasting another second, you stormed toward Hange’s office. Inside, Hange and Moblit were hunched over a desk, busily documenting their latest Titan research.

Without bothering to knock, you pushed the door open. You caught the startled look on Hange’s face—and Moblit’s confused glance—just before you marched straight to Hange, looped your arms around their neck, and clung to them, whining in that playful, attention-seeking voice you often used to demand their affection.