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The rain had been falling since dawn — slow, steady, the kind that made the world feel smaller and safer. The sheets were tangled, warm, and filled with the quiet rhythm of breathing.
You woke first, though barely. Hange was already wrapped around you like a vine — an arm across your stomach, a leg thrown lazily over yours, their face tucked perfectly into the crook of your neck.
“Morning,” you whispered, voice still heavy with sleep.
A soft hum. “No, it’s not,” Hange murmured. “It’s still cuddle time.”
You laughed quietly. “You said that two hours ago.”
“Then it’s been a really good two hours,” they mumbled, tightening their hold. “You smell too nice to get up.”
You rolled over just enough to face them. Their hair was messy, eyes still half-closed behind foggy glasses they must’ve forgotten to take off. They looked like every reason to stay in bed.
“You’re beautiful,” you said, thumb brushing a strand of hair from their face.
They smiled sleepily. “You’re lying. I look like I lost a fight with my pillow.”
“Yeah,” you teased softly, “and the pillow won beautifully.”
That earned you a laugh — that warm, drowsy Hange laugh that always made your heart feel full. They leaned in closer, pressing a small kiss to your nose. “You’re too nice to me.”
“Someone has to be.”
“Mmm,” they hummed, gazing at you with that unguarded look that always felt like sunlight. “You know I love you, right?”
You felt your chest tighten, soft and sweet. “Yeah. I know.”
“Good,” they whispered, brushing their fingertips along your jaw. “Because I don’t think I could ever stop. You make everything feel calm.”
You smiled, cheeks warm. “That’s because I’m yours.”
They chuckled. “Yes, yes you're mine.”
The rain whispered against the window. You shifted closer until you were nose-to-nose, wrapped together so tightly it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
“I love you too,” you said quietly. “Even when you steal all the blankets.”
Hange grinned. “You love me especially when I steal the blankets.”
You both laughed softly, the sound blending with the rain — a quiet symphony of warmth and contentment. They kissed your forehead, your temple, the corner of your lips, and murmured, “Let’s just stay like this forever.”
And for a long while, you did. No alarms, no plans, no rush. Just two people, tangled in love, holding the whole world between them in the space of a quiet morning.
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By the time evening settled in, the rain had faded to a soft drizzle. The apartment was dim and golden, lit only by the warm glow of the lamp near the couch. You’d both stayed there for hours, reading, talking, and occasionally just… existing together in silence.
Now, as you stood in the kitchen rinsing your cup, you felt Hange come up behind you — quiet, but unmistakably them. The height difference between you two made it easy for them to rest their chin on top of your head.
“Hey,” they murmured, voice soft, half a smile in it.
“Hi,” you answered, a little shy even now.
Their arms slipped around your waist, hands fitting easily over yours as they leaned down to look at your face. “You okay?”
You nodded, smiling. “Just thinking.”
“About?”
“How nice today was.”
They hummed in agreement. “Yeah. Kind of perfect, wasn’t it?”
You turned in their arms, looking up at them — they had to tilt their head down to meet your gaze. Their hair framed their face, still slightly unruly, their eyes warm and impossibly gentle.
“I like when you look at me like that,” Hange said quietly. “Like I’m worth staring at.”
You felt your cheeks warm. “You are.”
That made them laugh softly — the kind of laugh that vibrated in their chest more than it filled the room. They reached out, brushing a thumb along your cheek, their touch featherlight. “You always know how to make me feel seen.”
You smiled, standing on your toes just enough to close the distance. Hange met you halfway, their hand sliding to the back of your neck as they kissed you — slow and unhurried, the kind of kiss that wasn’t about passion but about peace.
When you pulled back, they rested their forehead against yours. “You have no idea how much I love you,” they whispered.
“I think I do,” you said softly. “Because I feel the same way.”
They smiled — that small, genuine smile you’d come to love most — and pressed another quick kiss to your temple.
“Come on,” they said, their voice low and affectionate. “Let’s go to bed and watch something before I find another excuse to keep holding you here.”
You laughed quietly, but didn’t move just yet. You leaned against their chest one more time, listening to the slow, steady beat beneath your ear.
It felt like home.
And when Hange finally took your hand and led you to the room you both share, it wasn’t the end of the day — just the soft continuation of everything you loved about being loved by them.