♡︎𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷 𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺♡︎

Hange x Moblit: Two Left Feet

All of the scouts hang around the same area, the scouts brought out meat for the first time in months so it was a worth-while event. While most are inside, the higher-up scouts stand outside where the alcohol is located. Most are watching the sunset yet few are talking and drinking the beverages. A delighted Hange smacks their arm around Moblit; they hold an over-filled cup of wine, despite never the being the type to get drunk.

"Moblit!" they grin widely.

"Hange?" he asks, slightly surprised at their quick movements. "What are you doing?"

"Enjoying myself, you should too," they reply passionately.

"I don't drink. I didn't think you did either."

They pull their arm away, moving to face him now as they talk. "I'm not drunk!" 

"I didn't say you were," he says, almost concerned by how exaggerated they are acting. It's uncharacteristic. Hange only behaves this intensely when witnessing something extraordinary relating to the titans.

As they move, they almost tip their cup onto their scout's uniform. He's not fond of that happening, wine stains are a trouble to remove. Moblit grabs their cup, taking the drink quickly from them.

"Be careful with that, I don't want you spilling it," Moblit moves the cup onto the thick top of a pillar beside him. Just out of reach for the shorter Hange. "Besides, you've had enough."

"I guess that's fair," grins Hange. "Are you excited for the expedition tomorrow? We're finally reclaiming the Wall Maria! Once we get our land back we'll be seen as war heroes, saviors- the titans won't know what hit 'em!"

Moblit gives a small smile at their excitement. "I'm sure it'll be uneventful. You better not get yourself eaten."

They raise an eyebrow, "why, would you miss me?" 

He replies seriously, as if he doesn't want them to be in any doubt that he cares. Truth be told, at times, they're the only person he cares about. "Of course I would."

The sun drips down and the clouds around become darker, the scouts only speak louder and louder as time goes on, likely due to the liquor. Hange's smile grows bigger, a shine of blush touching their cheeks.

"Want to dance?" they ask, holding out their hand to him.

"Dance?" asks Moblit with a sudden nervousness. "I don't... really... do that. Two left feet."

"I guess you'll just have to learn from me, then," Hange tells him boldly. They don't take their hand away, clearly keeping the suggestion open.

He nods, though not at ease, he's open to the idea. "Fine."

Moblit takes their hand, entwining his fingers with theirs; Hange's hand is small and soft against his. They let go after beginning to face each other. They put their arms around him, placing their hand on his shoulder to pull the both of them together more. He repeats this, placing his hand around their waist, on their hip.

"Now, follow me," Hange says boldly. 

They point their face down to watch their footing and Moblit follows. They take a slow step left and he follows, trying out their pace. Then, they move their second foot to follow, their step is graceful, calm and well-thought-out, yet Moblit trying to imitate this, moves the wrong way, narrowly avoiding stepping on their foot.

"Agh- sorry!" he gasps, scared that he almost hurt them.

"Oh lighten up," they reply calmly. "It's just dancing."

He looks up and meets their eyes, they look very confident.

"Follow me, step, touch," she commands.

Hange moves as they speak, much quicker than before. They reach their left foot out and follow with their right, giving Moblit barely any time to imitate their movements.

They go again, quickening their pace each time as they repeat the words, "step, touch!"

After the fourth joint step, he almost loses his footing completely. He fails his timing, inevitably getting dragged by Hange around instead of gracefully dancing with them.

"Hange!" he gasps, beginning to get puffed out.

"Don't think, just dance!" they glimmer back, not caring at all.