Chapter Text
It's been years since Hange last cleaned up her apartment, and obviously she wan't voluntary: she had to move out. The rent in this city had raised so high that her meagre income as a PhD student can not afford to rent alone anymore. Phone ringed, it's the agent calling about another open house. Hange looked at the mountain of books and folders and sighed: finding a suitable place was not easy, either the room was to small to store all her research needs, or the prospective roommate has concerned about her over-enthusiasm. She was only half a month away from the end of the lease, and she was still looking for somewhere to stay.
"It's a great deal! The co-renting girl is not at home most of the time. You can barely see her so basically you owns the whole apartment!"
They arrived at noon as scheduled. The agent knocked on the door but no one answered, so he used a spare key to open. It was just an average 2-bedroom apartment, but the weird thing was the room seems to be empty as if nobody is living here at all. Only a glass of water on the dining table and the damp towels in the bathroom proved human existence here.
"Ms. Finger?" The agent knocked on the only door that's closed, "Would you like to see your future roommate?" Still no answer, the agent mumbled while dialing: "she said she'd be back during lunch break..." then quickly turned to Hange with a fawn: "She was working overnight at the office. Perhaps she didn't make it for lunch break as well. You see how much time she's not at home? This is really a great deal as if you're still living on your own..."
Hange felt that something was wrong. The steaming water on table, the cell phone humming from inside the door, the light showing from the door crack... If that poor girl stayed up all night and rushed back without having lunch... Without a second thought, she went straight to open the door.
Pieck woke up from a headache. Her vision was blurring and could only vaguely see strangers walking pass her. Feeling the pain in her right hand, she tried to get up.
"Don't move! you are still infusion." Someone held her raising hand gently.
Pieck tried to figure out what's happening and who's speaking. The smell of disinfectant spray and broadcast implied hospital. She looked around and found herself leaning on that person's shoulder wrapped by a warm jacket.
"You just passed out due to low blood sugar. It's ok now. You'll be fine." said a girl with brown hair and glasses:
"My name is Hange Zoe, and if you're ok with it, your future roommate."