"Comfort in His Arms"

As the world around us melted away, Hange gently pulled back, his eyes never leaving mine. I could sense his understanding, his knowledge of my deepest desires. He knew how much I craved skin-to-skin contact, how it was the one thing that brought me comfort, that soothed my very soul. It was a quirk that dated back to my premature birth, when the warmth of my mother's skin had been the only thing that had calmed my fragile, pain-wracked body. Hange's gaze softened, his eyes filling with compassion as he reached for the buttons on his shirt. With deft fingers, he began to unbutton his dress shirt, revealing the broad expanse of his chest. His skin was a warm, golden brown, like the sun-kissed sands of a tropical beach. The muscles beneath his skin rippled and flexed as he moved, a testament to his incredible strength. My heart skipped a beat as Hange's shirt parted, exposing his chiseled torso. I couldn't help but reach out, my fingers tracing the contours of his chest, feeling the gentle hum of his heartbeat beneath his skin. Hange's eyes closed, a look of bliss crossing his face as I touched him. Without a word, Hange guided me onto his lap, his hands supporting me as I lay my head on his muscular chest. The warmth of his skin enveloped me, a soothing balm that seeped into my very bones. I felt my tension melt away, my body relaxing into the comfort of his arms. As I lay there, listening to the steady beat of his heart, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was as if I had finally found a place where I belonged, where I could be myself without fear or worry. Hange's arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I burrowed deeper into his chest. His voice rumbled beneath my ear, a low, soothing hum that seemed to vibrate through every cell in my body. "You're safe now, Kakumei," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. "You're safe, and you're loved. I'll always be here for you, to comfort you, to hold you." I felt a lump form in my throat as I wrapped my arms around Hange's waist, holding him close. His skin was like a sanctuary, a haven from the world outside. I knew that as long as I had Hange, I could face anything, that I would never be alone again. As we sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that I had found my forever home – in Hange's heart, in his arms, and against his warm, comforting skin.