𝐖 𝐈 𝐋 𝐃 - Hanji x Reader (fem)

Wild 8: Mess Hall

I stared at Hanji in surprise. I knew I meant something to her but I didn't know I meant this much. It was awestrucking and charming to know. It's been so long since I've felt so wanted and so treasured. Too long.

“Hanji...” her worried expression softened at my call, clearing her throat as she continued to focus her attention on the papers she momentarily stopped writing on. “We'll be fine, plus 3 months is long. We still have so much time to prepare.” I reassured softly, in which she coldly hummed.

I didn't know she was this concerned. Either way, I still felt so awestrucked by the way her eyes met mine with such concern awhile ago. I liked that. Might fuck around and risk my life just to see that expression on her face again.

Hah! Just kidding... unless? I continued to sort out the papers again. It wasn't much to look at; just a bunch of signatures and empty lines with Hanji's extraordinary ideas prompted as a title on the top, I begin to question just how much tolerance Hanji actually has. If, truthfully, it wasn't for her, I would've dumped these trashes into the garbage and might stamp on it, I don't know. But as the time passed by, my hatred for these files grew stronger as ever.

Just what kind of devil would send a 200 paper file to look at individually? Oh right, Commander Erwin. The big, giant blond everybody looks up to, yet now there's nothing more than I want to do but punch him in the gut. Forget his title.

Hanji lets out a sigh, hands dropped on her sides as she looked straight into her ceiling. “Do you want to take a break, (Y/N)? I bet you're tired.” She stated, looking at me.

I really want to, but I couldn't go out relaxing while she's stuck here with these mad papers.  I play fair, so standing up— I approached her sitting figure and bent down to her eye level— her breathing slightly hitched for a second.

Gosh that reaction was hot. “Let's go do that together, shall we? I feel like we've been stuck in this room all day, no offense Hanji, but it isn't the most ideal room to relax at. I can say the same for you.” I blurted out.

It took a lot of staring, not just in the eyes, but on the lips. Have I mentioned how hot she actually is when she does that? Damnit, it's too much. She's too much. Hanji is just too much for me to handle. I've never wanted more than to push her against her desk and devour that sweet, pretty, pink lips of hers while I lavish my hands on her— okay enough thinking.

I stood straight before I could lose my shit and took a step back, heavily breathing at the sight of her. Of just her.

See what I'm talking about her being too much? Just a look in that pretty eyes, I'm already losing myself. “What do you say?” I finally spoke after that long pause, flashing her a small smile. “Now don't be a buzzkill, I don't wanna have to drag your 170 long figure out.”

“You've stalked my file?” Hanji snapped, then smirking, she added cockily, “Creep!”

I snorted at the accuse, not bothering to defend myself because one way or another; I really am a creep especially when she's around. Her presence just brings the monster out of me that I've been trying to restraint, but as each day goes by, the monster seems to be getting stronger. I've been afraid. The possibilities of what I might do to Hanji when I couldn't control myself anymore might get out of hand.

I motioned for her to stand up, and stand up she did before walking towards me, accidentally brushing her arm past mine— sending a shiver down my spine.

Fuck. It really might get out of hand.

It didn't took long before I gathered my shit together. I thought it'd be better to go to the mess hall where we could eat. It's not because we haven't eaten breakfast, per se, but being stuck for hours with only the papers really does make you feel starving. Hanji was walking painfully quiet beside me, she wasn't like this back then. But I figured it must've been because of the nerve wracking experiment we'll be doing in 3 months.