' Until we meet again, Y/N. ' ⋄ ⊱ ❈ ⊰ ⋄ Having spent your life as a florist, violence and war had never introduced itself to you. That is, until you met them. You came as a distraction, and you liked it that way. Single nights spent in simplicity and pleasure. Splitting your ways in the morning to lead completely different lives. That is, until they confessed. Having spent your life as a florist, you had never imagined your life to become so complex. You had never imagined you'd become so important. You had never imagined you'd hurt so deeply. That is, until you met them. ⋄ ⊱ ❈ ⊰ ⋄ A Hange Zoe x fem Reader short story Inspired by the song 'Circle' - Mitski

As the senior ball nears, class muse Y/N L/N takes her shot by volunteering to choreograph their section's performance- just to get closer to the ever-busy and obviously struggling amateur dance mentor- class president, Hange Zoë. [wlw] [hange zoë x reader] [oneshot]