"Hange?" Moblit brought over one of the wooden chairs to Hange's bedside. He has been worried for days since the explosion. The whole event was foggy, to be honest. Moblit only remembered going after Hange and the bright light that blinded him. Then he woke up back at headquarters.
His wounds were not as severe as Hange's. He does not know why, but he has multiple stitches on his mid back and abdomen with mild bruising. Maybe it is for the best that he never asks what happened. As for Hange, it seemed like the blast hit hard. Bruises covered her shoulder and her cheek had a smaller one. Her hands were wrapped and she had stitches located on both her arms. Why did she have to get hit by the blast more than him? She didn't deserve it. Not only that but she has yet to wake up.
Since Moblit woke up at headquarters he has been coming to Hange's room to check on her. Every morning he would come and sit by her. Every night he would give her a small kiss on her forehead after telling her about his day. He wondered if she felt that or heard anything he said.
Today was different for Hange responded in a soft groggy voice, "Moblit?" She shifted before wincing at the sharp pain in her back.
"Don't push yourself. You're hurt pretty bad."
Hange chuckled lightly, "I can tell. You do not look too good yourself." She reached out her hand and laid it on Moblit's arm that was resting on the side of the bed. "It seems you were right, I am too reckless."
"Don't think that way. That is one thing that is beautiful about you."
The response took the two off guard. Moblit's face became filled with light pink as Hange smiled. The two have been getting more close, closer than before. They talk about their plans outside the walls, what they plan to do, who they would stay in touch with. Soon the conversations became about what they were going to do together. Slowly their relationship became more than friends, but obvious infatuation.
"Moblit you're too sweet that it is dangerous" Hange joked.
Moblit's face was now a rose. He never was this bashful until the day Hange kissed him goodnight. The memory was still fresh too. It was the day Sawney and Bean were murdered. Moblit spent the whole day comforting Hange and helping her cope with her loss. When Moblit went to leave for the night Hange stopped him and kissed his cheek lightly.
"I realized that" Moblit lifted Hange's hand gently and kissed it.
After talking for hours nightfall came and both of them grew tired. Moblit ended up resting his head on the side of the bed, Hange followed by running her hands through his hair. Before they knew it they were asleep.