The front door burst open with a familiar clatter, and Hange Zoë practically stumbled into the entryway, still covered in dust and sweat from the mission.

Their glasses were slightly crooked, hair wild and wind-tossed, but the moment they saw you waiting there, their exhausted expression shifted into a radiant grin.

“You’re here!” they exclaimed, almost dropping their gear as they rushed toward you. “I—I thought I’d be back sooner, but it was… intense, and oh! You won’t believe what happened out there—”

They stopped abruptly, leaning into you as if all the chaos of the mission evaporated the second they were in your arms. One hand rested on your shoulder, the other tangled in your hair, holding you close with a strength that contrasted sharply with their usual eccentric energy.

“You have no idea how much I needed this… you,” Hange whispered, their voice softer than usual, almost shaky with relief.

“Coming home to you… it’s the only thing that keeps me going out there.” The scent of smoke and dust lingered faintly on their uniform, but it couldn’t compete with the warmth of their presence.

Their grin softened, eyes shimmering with affection, and for a moment, the world outside—the Titans, the danger, the missions—was irrelevant. All that mattered was being here, home, with you.