"Sanctuary of Safety"

The sound of Hange's voice was like a warm blanket wrapped around me, soothing my frazzled nerves and calming my racing heart. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as he stood tall, his eyes blazing with anger as he confronted the bullies. The Survey Corps members, who had been tormenting me just moments before, now looked cowed and intimidated by Hange's presence. "Let him go," Hange growled, his voice low and menacing. "You've caused enough harm for one day." The bullies, still clutching at their throats, stumbled backward, their eyes darting nervously between Hange and me. I could sense their fear, and it was palpable. They knew better than to cross Hange, the section commander of the Survey Corps. As the bullies slunk away, Hange turned to me, his expression softening. He gently wiped away my tears with the back of his hand, his touch warm and comforting. I felt a surge of love and gratitude towards him, and I knew that I was safe with him by my side. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice gentle. "I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you." I nodded, still sniffling, and Hange pulled me into a warm hug. I buried my face in his chest, feeling the familiar scent of his uniform and the beat of his heart. It was a sanctuary of safety, a place where I could be myself without fear of judgment or rejection. As we stood there, I felt my anxiety begin to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm and security. Hange held me for a long moment, his arms wrapped tightly around me, before gently pulling back. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning my face. I nodded, still feeling a little shaken, but with Hange by my side, I knew I could face anything. He helped me to my feet, and I stood there, my eyes locked on his. "Let's get out of here," he said, his voice gentle. "I think we've had enough excitement for one day." I nodded, and Hange led me out of the barracks, the bright sunlight a welcome respite from the darkness and chaos that had threatened to consume me. As we walked, I felt a sense of peace settle over me, knowing that I had Hange to protect me, to love me, and to accept me for who I was. But as we strolled through the camp, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The atmosphere seemed tense, and I could sense a undercurrent of unease. I looked up at Hange, but his expression was neutral, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a practiced intensity. "What's wrong?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Hange's eyes flicked to mine, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of concern. "I'm not sure," he said, his voice low. "But I think we're about to find out."