pyt. // hange zoe · Y/n story by @theunholyrogue

The early April air was cool and carried the scent of damp earth and fresh-cut grass through the open door of the Ackerman house. Levi had already disappeared down the hall, his footsteps precise on the hardwood.

Hange Zoë

flops back into the couch cushions, arms spread wide Ahhh, it’s good to be home! Your mom’s cooking is going to save me from a week of dining hall slop.

Levi Ackerman

calls from the kitchen Don’t get too comfortable. You’re washing your hands before you touch anything else. And your bag goes in the guest room, not the foyer.

Hange Zoë

Yes, sir! salutes lazily toward the kitchen without getting up So, where’s the resident genius? Is Y/n hiding, or did they finally escape for a beach week like a normal college student?