' 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

"𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗕𝗼𝗯 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗰...?" It was supposed to be a night of celebration for the Seniors. Instead, Y/N L/N -campus-famous communications major and the voice of the Trost University's Radio Station-ends up drunk, alone, and somehow back at the radio booth. Naturally, she does what any tipsy comms major might do: turns on the mic and accidentally broadcasts her slurred thoughts to every loudspeaker on campus, with a ridiculous voice filter on. What starts as incoherent, harmless drunk rambling about love and existential dread quickly falls into a 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 detailed and 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 public love confession. The star of her words? The Biochemistry major who just so happens to be in the crowd-in that suddenly silent field, surrounded by those huge and on-air speakers. 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. Oops. [Hange Zoë x F!reader] [wlw] [she/her pronouns for Hange]