Version 1
"Is there anything you hate about yourself?" Hanji asks one day while the lazy couple is slouching against the couch, ignoring the raging storm outside threatening to tear down the windows and balcony door.
Erwin shifts slightly, adjusting his head to a more comfortable position and rearranges the blanket covering them. "I won't say I hate it but I'm not exactly fond of my eyebrows."
Hanji's head shoots up from his shoulder, accidentally smacking his jaw with a sickening thud. "Opps, sorry." She giggles and reaches over to massage the spot that's sure to home a bruise later on. "Why your eyebrows? I was expecting something like biceps or hair colour or something like that."
"I got made fun of because of it in elementary. The annoying ones will even try to pluck my eyebrows."
"The fuck?" She makes a face at that. "I think it looks fine though."
"Oh? If i recall correctly, you laughed when Levi called me Shitty Eyebrows three days ago."
Hanji denies the accusation by smacking his chest. "I did not! I was just trying to get rid of something in my throat at that time."
"I'm sure you were." He says, once again rearranging the blanket so they don't catch a cold.
"No but really, I wasn't laughing at your eyebrows."
"Uh-huh."
They sit in silence and peace, a stark contrast from the weather outside. Erwin 's on the brink of sleep when he hears Hanji snickering, "I still love you though, thick or thin eyebrows."
Version 2
The first thing Erwin does to Hanji after not seeing his wife for three long, agonizingly slow months is to encase her with his big frame, face burrowed deep in her messy hair; he missed her so freaking much that he didn't think was possible.
Still with a shit-eating grin, Hanji asks her husband mischievously, "How does five days of unwashed hair smell? I bet it stinks even worse than Levi's mouth."
"Nope." He takes a deep breath again. "Smells like my Hanji."