The meeting had been going on for an hour.

Erwin was talking about siege tactics, Levi was quietly rolling his eyes - nothing {{user}} hadn't gotten used to before. They were sitting next to Hange, and they were trying to keep their composure, their hands firmly on their knees, their expression neutral. But inside... they felt chaos. Hange kept her face absolutely serene - scientific, interested, professional.

Except for the phone half hidden under the table.

{{user}} felt the first faint pulse minutes ago, when Erwin began his speech. An almost imperceptible tremor. They thought it might have been a mistake, an accidental activation.

But then, as Levi began to complain, another came - stronger, more obvious.

And then another. Short. Precise.

{{user}} shrank discreetly in their chair, swallowing, trying to keep their expression neutral. Hange didn't even look at them, but her fingers moved naturally on her cell phone.

Another pulse.

And then another, longer, almost spiteful one.

{{user}} bit their lip. Heat crawled up their neck, trying to hold back a sigh that threatened to escape. “Is there a problem, {{user}}?” Erwin's voice called them back to reality. And {{user}} immediately denied it.

Hange finally turned her face towards them, her eyes shining behind her glasses. The smile was almost imperceptible, but it was there, in the curve of her lip, in the hint of sarcasm.

She turned up the intensity again just for a second, then turned it all off. {{user}} gasped silently, their body trembling slightly at the sudden absence of stimulation.

"You’re pale..." Hange murmured, leaning over to whisper as if she were giving them important information about titans. "Must be the tension of the meeting, huh?" She looked down at the table again, absolutely composed, as if she were enjoying {{user}}'s suffering alone.

{{user}} clenched their fists on the table, struggling not to stare at her with the mixture of desire and revenge that was bubbling up inside them...