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gonervousstudentdestiny · 3 years ago

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LEVIHANWEEN DAY 2 - Costume

Have a nice deadline scribble xddd

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gonervousstudentdestiny · 3 years ago

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I LOVED IT!!!!

Yeah, sure jeanbo

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gonervousstudentdestiny · 3 years ago

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So we have some teeny little newborns in my new class and I noticed a few Things

Breaking routine and posting on a Tuesday with a pseudo sequel to this (ft. one of the OG kids XD)

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gonervousstudentdestiny · 3 years ago

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Hange vs blurred world

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gonervousstudentdestiny · 3 years ago

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★ 【尋】「 💐💕 」 ☆ ✔ reprinting permitted (6.6.22) ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

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gonervousstudentdestiny · 3 years ago

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High school AU comic

Inspiration from You are the Apple of My Eye (2011 Taiwanese film) ✏️🍎

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We know that Levi helps Hange’s squad to bath her when they are too focused on work. But, Who says that Hange didn’t do the same when Levi was injured? I mean, the ifkk scene pretty much confirms that Hange knows that little body. HC that Hange helped Levi to bath when he got his ankle injured.

The routine had been established a long time ago, back when they both were still in hospital, under the watchful eyes of doctors and surrounded by gentle care of their doting comrades, too injured and weak to stand upright without help, let alone properly take care of themself.

But when something so insignificant as physical disability has ever stopped Hange? If a lost eye did nothing to slow them down, burns that were adoring the better part of their body and made the weakest twitch of their muscles hurt like hell weren't enough to stop them as well.

They were up and about as soon as they could breathe by themself, and, naturally, as soon as Hange could walk again, they came to Levi.

They simply kept him company at first, filling the silence with endless ramblings, when he was still too weak to talk. Hange was too weak to talk properly too, their voice unusually quiet and hoarse, the shortness of breath forcing them to take lengthy pauses between words. But when Hange has ever cared for themself? They decided that Levi was bored all by himself, with only his thoughts as a company, and they were determined to cheer him up, no matter their own discomfort.

Every day, like clockwork, they came to his ward as soon as they were done with their daily checkup, and they stayed with him up to the nighttime, until nurse ushered them back to their own bed.

And then, only a day after Levi's bandages were taken off, they bothered their doctor for literal hours, not relenting until he caved in and let them borrow a wheelchair; they brought it to Levi then, helped him sit on it, and with a enigmatic smile promised to take him to a place where they'd scrub all of his brooding away.

That place turned out to be the hospital's bathroom, and thus the routine was started.

It was awkward at first - Hange was too eager, too clumsy, still in the process of getting used to their body's new shortcomings, and Levi was too bitter, too angry about his own injuries to be patient about their quirks. And every time that Hange did something wrong - splashed water on him, irritated some of his wounds or simply caught Levi in a foul mood, he lashed out and threw around words that he instantly regretted. But, luckily for him, Hange was patient, too kind and they knew him too well, so one stuttered apology or a small, but heartfelt gesture was enough for him to earn their forgiveness.

And with enough time, with the help of Hange's incredible stubborness and Levi's quiet patience, the routine was developed, completed to perfection and went on after Levi was discharged from the hospital, and even after he regained some of his strength and was able to move around the house with just a wooden cane as his support.

It starts each evening, as soon as they finish doing dishes after dinner and the clock strikes nine, and it is always the same.

Hange leaves him in the kitchen, to finish off his tea, while they go to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water. Once that part is done, they come back to the kitchen, gather him in their arms and carry him to the bath. They sometimes joke, fake-huff from exhaustion and mutter that someone is enjoying their meals all too much, but they never complain, even when Levi can feel how their arms tremble under his weight.

In the bathroom, they sit him on a stool, help to shed all of his clothes, and on the evenings that they feel extra playful, or on the contrary - too melancholic, Hange starts peppering his skin with gentle, delicate kisses.

And always, no matter what mood they are in, just before helping him settle in the bathtub, Hange grins and murmurs, "Well, well, look how the tables have turned."

Even on the first time they've said it, the joke didn't seem all that funny to Levi, and on the five hundredth time, it didn't become any better. But Hange cares not for his displeasure, and insists on repeating it every evening. And since Levi is stuck with the goof until death does them apart, he learnt long ago how to tolerate, and then even grew to anticipate the awful joke.

After that, Hange eases him into the water. Most of the days, they get inside along with him, but on the days when their injuries ache too much, they simply stay beside him, and keep him company while he cleans himself thoroughly.

On their good days, Hange rubs his injured feet and massages his back. A couple times a week, they help him to wash his hair too. They're meticulous about it, run their fingers through each lock, squealing excitedly every time they find another silver one and cutting his hair whenever it gets long enough to reach past his shoulders.

After everything they've lost, despite countless tragedies and heartbreaks, Hange remains his ridiculous four-eyes, and so they tease him relentlessly, even when both of them are wrinkled and grey. They draw him a mustache out of foam, they create absurd coiffures out of his wet hair, and all too frequently they abandon their task of washing him to run their fingers along every sensitive inch of his skin until they get a laugh out of him. More often than not, those games of theirs end up with them pressed to the bottom of the bathtub and with Levi on top of them. The caresses lose their innocence then, become more insistent, filled with need and passion.

And after those games, both of them are breathless and in a need of another bath.

When the water gets too cold, Hange helps him get out, dries him off with a towel, while Levi returns the favor, and gathers him back in their arms, carrying him to the bedroom.

They put him down on a bed, then quickly join him, getting under the covers. Sometimes, both of them stay up to read, sometimes Hange scribbles notes from their last experiment, while Levi listens to music, sometimes Hange brings the knitting kit and forces Levi to teach them, and sometimes they spend hours into the night, gossiping about their neighbors, but each night, no matter what they were doing before, what mood they are in or what kind of small disagreements sparkle between from time to time, after Hange turns off the light, they always snuggle up to Levi, leave a kiss on his cheek, and whisper, "Goodnight, I love you."

And Levi always kisses their hand, presses his lips to the finger where he has put a ring many, many years ago, and repeats the same words back to them.

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gonervousstudentdestiny · 3 years ago

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