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Hange x Moblit (stay at home husband edition)

The clock was ticking. “HANGE!” a messy and groggy Moblit screamed. Hange turned to glare at him from across the room, a wide smirk on their face growing as seconds passed. “DO YOU”, Moblit groaned, “GET ANY SLEEP?” Hange lightly chuckled as they saw his sweet, concerned expression through angst. “This week is so important for my thesis! I need to solidify what evidence I have for it. It must be perfect. You know how hard I slaved away for this, don’t you?” Moblit, barely hearing their words, cupped his face and leaned forward. He knew exactly how hard they worked on their thesis. They was the best researched he’d ever heard of. He never even went to university, and yet he knew.

Moblit got up and went to the kitchen to make fresh coffee. As he passed through the hallway he glanced at the clock. He had approximately 40 minutes until Hange would leave for the day. He pushed forward. Grinding fresh arabica coffee beans, he heard Hange leave the room. Their flat was located in central Karenes District of Wall Rose. One room, a tiny kitchen and lounging area was more than enough for these love birds. The grinding finished, and he put the beans into their coffee maker and waited for the sweet nectar to brew.

Hange jumped up behind her husband and grabbed him from behind. Moblit jumped but slightly leaned back to their warmth. Hange held him tightly, embracing him and taking in everything about him. His warmth, his scent, how soft and irreplaceable he is. 1 year prior, the two were on an expedition outside of the walls to capture a titan for research purposes. Due to an unusually large titan outside of the walls and sudden thunder, chaos ensued. Thus, Moblit almost died on that expedition. Hange’s heart beat went through the roof. Everytime Hange remembered that day they experienced anxiety. They could never lose Moblit. This memory caused them to hold Moblit even tighter. 

Moblit turned to them and held her from the front. Kissing their forehead was his favorite morning activity. Hange looked up with their puppy eyes and they exchanged a kiss. The coffee maker beeped and the room overflowed with the smell of coffee. That was Hange’s heaven. 

The two sat down at the table, all dressed and ready for the day. Hange only had 15 minutes before they had to leave so they scarfed down the eggs Moblit made for them. Hange loved scrambled eggs with butter and chives. And they had that for breakfast every morning together. Moblit, while not in any particular rush, leaned back in his chair, while sipping on his black coffee. He carefully observed his beautiful Hange. This morning, Hange wore a more laid back outfit, consisting of black pants and a plaid thin flannel. Their hair was let down and silky smooth. Hange had the nicest hair, Moblit thought to himself, completely in awe of them. The sun was starting to come up and the birds were singing. All Moblit could feel was joy. 

“The petri dishes on the desk were so hard to get my hands on, so please be careful Moblit!” Moblit never really needed a reminder to be careful. “Today I’m focusing in on the smaller cultures so I’m only bringing those to the lab. Last night I found something different in them that I’m just not completely sure how to describe.” Moblit, startled by their findings, only gave a concerned look while taking another sip of his coffee. He got up and walked to the couch they were sitting on. “Oh yeah, well, I know you’ll figure it out. There is no biologist quite like you.” Moblit did not mean to say biologist, Hange was more than a profession. Hange was his everything. With his arms around them, he gave them a passionate kiss. 

Hange was out the door. They’d spend 8 hours at the lab that day. Moblit walked away from the door and went to wash dishes. He was such a mix of emotions. He’d never had emotions like this before. He used to seemingly only have anxiety. But now, he had more peace than ever.

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