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Glasses |Male!Hange Zoe x Reader|

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Published: Jul 24, 2016

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_{The door to your room was thrust open and slammed into the wall suddenly. You let out a yelp, nearly jumping ten feet into the air. The paperwork you had been working on fluttered to the ground and the ink you had been in the process of refilling your pen with, spilled across the freshly written report.

You honestly didn’t know where to start with your cursing. The report would have to be redone, the papers restacked and reordered and whoever had just kicked open your door was going to have to suffer some pain.

Opening your mouth to unleash your rage, a hand suddenly appeared in the doorframe. Tapping the doorframe, the rest of the arm attached to the hand materialized until, leaning heavily against the door, appeared a glasses-less Hange.

“(Name)? Is that you?” He squinted hard at what you guessed was a blurry image of you still in your chair. “Is that you?”

You nodded before realizing he probably couldn’t see. “Yeah, it’s me.”

“Oh. Good.” He nodded a bit, still clinging to the doorframe. Hange inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly. He seemed to be contemplating something, the internal debate clear on his face, before he finally decided to just say it. “Hey, listen. Have you seen my glasses?”

His glasses? Had you seen them? Did he mean the ones that sat on top of his head? Your eyes drifted back down to the scientist and his wringing hands. You imagined that he had run through the whole of castle sick with worry, blind to boot, in desperate search of his glasses. You also imagined that he had run into others in his search for his precious glasses and they hadn’t helped him. You could also imagine how agonized Hange must be because without his glasses how was he going to see? There were experiments to try, titans to study and a war to end. How could he do all that without his glasses?

It really was your right to tell him, if only to save him the emotional trauma.

Smiling brightly at the anxious scientist, you said, “Nope, sorry. I’ve been here all day.”

“Oh." The half smile on his face, more hopeful than amused disappeared in a flash, and the wringing hands fell to his sides. You could hear the audible exhale as his eyes searched the room, but saw nothing. "Okay. Thanks for helping though.”

Ah, the disappointment on his face was too much for you to take. Just as he was starting to fumble out of the room, you cleared your throat.

“Hey, wait.” Hange turned around to face you and squinted in your general direction. “Have you tried maybe nodding?”

Hange’s brows furrowed. “Eh?”

“Just try it please!”

Hange’s lips turned down a little deeper, but he did as told. Giving a sharp nod, he felt his glasses abruptly appear on his nose. The world came into focus, no longer a blurry mess. Now what was a mass of brown and white was now a bed and the white blobs on gray were white papers on the granite floor.

“Ah, (Name!) I can see now!” He rushed you, sweeping you up from the chair and swinging you around in his arms. “That was magic! How’d you do that?”

You flapped your arms around him in a desperate attempt to escape his crushing hug, but to no avail. Hange continued to squeeze and exclaim how you were magic and amazing and so, so beautiful and and and—

“Let me go! I can’t breathe!”

With a sharp huff, you finally pry yourself out of his arms and start to snatch up the papers on the floor. Hange flops back on your bed with a sigh, happy now that he can finally see.

“Just so you know, I’m not magic, you idiot.” You grab a fallen pillow nearby and smash it against Hange’s face. “You just had them on your head the whole time.”}