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long ago you wrote a pride and prejudice one shot/drabble could you do a second part - the confession scene-?

Hange never thought she'd see something like that, didn't dare to even hope, but right in front of her, so close that she could touch, that she was almost touching, was Mr. Ackerman. With clothes and hair disheveled, soaked to the skin, eyes wide, cheeks flushed and breathing too labored, he clearly was in a state of distress, his famous composure missing, thrown to the wind, abandoned in the harsh, cold rain.

His breaths were coming out of him in form of heavy pants, he must have run here. After her, to her. Why?

Hange stared at him, searched for the answer in his eyes. They were pretty, she realized with a start. No, not just pretty - sharp, but lucid, so rare in color, with a line between silver and blue wiped out, his eyes were beautiful. How did she not see it before?

Another remarkable thing about him, something that Hange too had failed to notice about him, was his mouth. It was no wonder that this part of hin got overlooked by her, considering how often that same mouth spouted opinions that enraged Hange, but now she could see clearly - his lips were pretty too. Thin but rosy in color, they captured her attention. Made her wonder if they really were as soft as they looked. They enticed her, tempted.

What was happening to her?

The silence that was hanging over them was to blame, Hange was almost sure. Silence forced her to start overthinking, and overthinking led her to... This. And this - along with silence - had to be stopped.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, and despite her words - managed to make that question sound like a demand it actually was.

"I wish... I wish to talk with you. About my feelings."

"Feelings?" Hange nearly laughed; the only thing stopping her from it - the sliver of whatever good manners her father had managed to give to her. "What feelings can you have towards me? Did you run up here just to tell me how much you loathe me? You shouldn't have bothered, sir."

"If... if that was the impression that I've given you, I apologize. For nothing could be further from the truth. You see, I..." his hand flexed, twitched towards hers, as though... he wished to take a hold of it, and his eyes... if Hange did not know the man before her better, she'd say that he looked at her, like starving looks at bread, like a prisoner looks up to the sky, like one... looks at someone dearest to them. But she was wrong, she must have been. She knew Mr. Ackerman, knew how arrogant, how flippant and aloof he was, how little he cared about feelings of other people. A man like him wasn't capable of feeling anything, especially to someone as beneath him as Hange Zoe was.

"I love you," he said, murmured softly. "Most ardently."

A moment passed, then two, then three, thunder roared in the background, yet Hange remained lost, so aghast by his words that she couldn't even laugh. Was he... was he serious?

"Pardon me?"

"I understand that it may come as a surprise, considering your opinion of me. But I do love you, and... perhaps, against my better judgement, I hope you will consent to marrying me."

"Against your better judgement..." Hange spoke lowly, close to hissing. Her confusion started to fade, giving way to rising anger. "And what that might mean?"

"You're smart. Surely you're aware of a difference between our social standings. Your family..."

"I see." Hange spoke, cutting him off. She knew what Mr. Ackerman had to say about her family. She did not wish to have him voice it all out. "I'm honored by your proposal, sir. But I must decline it."

"Decline? So flippantly? You barely gave it any thought."

"I'm smart," Hange shot his words back at him. "And my judgment doesn't allow me to even entertain the idea of marrying a man who ruined the happiness of my dear brother."

Mr. Ackerman's face sharpened, his jaw clenched. "I did that," he said levelly. "To protect the happiness of my friend Erwin. The nature of your brother's feelings towards him was unclear, and it concerned me. I merely voiced out that concern."

"And broke two hearts in the process. How can you be a judge of the nature of my brother's feelings when you do not know him? When you know so little about love?"

Her words hurt him, he appeared struck. A cruel part of Hange rejoiced in the lost expression on his face, but another, less fierce one, controlled by far more basic urges... couldn't come up with an excuse to look away from Mr. Ackerman's surprisingly fair features. That string that always existed between them, that made itself known the very first time their eyes met, tensed up, pulling Hange closer to him. With her emotions so at odds, she didn't know what she wished to do more - to slap or kiss him.

She did either. She summoned the remnants of her resolve, clenched her trembling hands in fists, and took a step back.

The string tensed further, threatened to break. Hange wasn't sure what would happen if it did. She wasn't sure she wished to know it.

"I apologize, if I caused you any trouble," Mr. Ackerman said, his voice back under firm control, cold and aloof once again. A mask had slipped back on his face, it reflected nothing - no vulnerability, not a single sign of distress. The glimpse of someone else existing behind that facade was just that - a glimpse; there and gone again. Hange felt weirdly melancholic about it. "And also for taking so much of your time. I wish you well."

He nodded at her, slightly bowed - like a good, disciplined soldier that he was, then promptly turned around, walking back into chilly rain.

Hange stayed behind, watched him, with just one thought bouncing in her mind - what would have happened had she kissed him?

#i decided to go with a 2005 movie version but um.... yea #levihan

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