Broken [Hanji x Insane!Reader]

(www.youtube.com/watch?v=s56h9Z… Please listen while you read!)

Hanji counts.

She counts the golden highlights in your hair as the sun runs through it with his fingers.

1...2...3. They are like flaxen stars in the heavens, vast and endless. But, she continues to count them, listening to your soft and slow breathing,

You lay perfectly still, your head cradled in your lap, secure and safe. Your eyes gaze forward. Those orbs are glazed and tired, the dark weights of sleep sinking them further. Your hand rests smoothly on her thigh, a little reminder that she remained with you.

That something warm, solid and alive is with you.

Hanji watches you. She wonders what thoughts filter through your mind, what your broken windows perceive, what visions and spectral invade the sanctuary inside your head.

You don’t deserve he ridicule you receive from others.

You cannot stop the ghosts from appearing before you, visiting you, speaking to you.

She leans down and gently brushes the rim of her lips across your temple. You jolt at the contact before you return to your state of stillness. Yet, you smile. You cherish every touch and embrace she bestows on you.

You were thrown to her, a rejected soldier, mind too broken to offer your services anymore. The hallucinations and voices, the authorities believed, would be a fascinating subject of research for her. An object were you, nothing more than the shadow, the shell of the Scout you once were.

With the brightest of smiles, Hanji takes you in. With open arms, she shields you from the troubles of the outside world. With the greatest of patience, she listens to you.

And with a softened heart, she becomes attached to you, unable to send you back to the world that tosses you aside.

On a smaller scale, she conjures up ways to understand you. She knows what it means to be called mad. She knows what it means to be misunderstood and ridiculed for it.

But, she possesses the strength to hide it all, to press forward and focus on her work and to stop listening to the voice of those who doubted her.

You hold no more strength to fight for what little you had left. You wish to hide away, hide from everything, including the demons that tortured you as soon as you closed your eyes.

But, she provides that for you. Her presence soothes the deep wounds cut down into your soul. She holds you and coddles you, whispering words of comfort into your ear when you are lost. Brown eyes sparkling, she smiles at you, assuring you of her existence, of her reality.

Once you could finally take rest in.

You sigh deeply as Hanji continues her little task of counting the starlight in your hair. The tips of her fingers brush across your scalp as she plays with the mess, cascading across her lap. Her voice is like that of an angel, her giggle like the tinkling of little bells.

And finally, you are able to close your eyes and sleep, your lullaby the sweetness of her voice.

You are broken, scared and lonely, worthless and filthy to those who pass you by.

And she takes all of you in with the brightest of smiles.