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as you blinked awake, you could feel their arms around you again. you couldn't help but smile- hange was warm, and the mumbles in their sleep that included your name made you feel disgustingly warm and fuzzy inside.
the birds chirped loudly outside your window, making you wiggle around to bury your face into hange's collarbone, inhaling their weird little paper-smoke-chicken smell that comforted you so.
luckily, hange was an incredibly strange sleeper, so when you shifted they simply rotated their arms to latch around your back, resting their face on your head. they squeezed gently, making sure you were as close as they could possibly get you.
you could still hear them sleep whispering, and it was something like this from what you could hear;
"mmm, beloved... not here..."
really? even in dreamland, hange was still a giant hornball?
well, thats not really a surprise, but now of all times is ironic.
it's too comfortable to care- with the soft light coming in through the curtains, the soothing heat of hange's body and the blankets, and their breathing lulling you into a rhythmic little pattern, you couldn't help but fall asleep again.
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when you woke up for the second time, your face was in between hange's hands as they were quietly cooing at how adorable you were as you slept.
"hans?"
they stopped their fawning, still squeezing your face in between their hands with a stupidly silly smile on their face.
"good morning, sugar. it's nice to see you finally awake."
their voice was so soft you almost thought it wasn't them for a moment- but it was just domestic hange time, not horny hange time. though it can be hard to tell the two apart at times.
when you didn't respond immediately with some snarky comment or a kiss, they squished your cheeks with their hands, activating their sad puppy eyes for attention.
"don't fall asleep on me, darlin'!! i need morning kisses before i can go to work, you know that."
you huffed, opening your eyes and squishing their face in your hands.
"let go of my face, then you'll get kisses."
"but your face is so adorable!"
"more adorable than kisses?"
hange sighs in defeat, removing their hands from your face. with one last little squish of their cheek, you do the same.
so, here comes the inevitable. you promised kisses, and now they are sitting there like a criminally large cat waiting for a treat.
sometimes they were a handful, but god they might just be one of the most lovable humans you’ve ever met.