_{Characters: Hanji Zoe, Marco Bohdt
Pairing: NONE,
Rating: G
Fandom: Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin
Summary: [Marco Lives AU] In order to help support his family, Hanji offered for Marco to earn a little more money by helping her around her office. This takes place after Marco was nearly killed by the Titan and he is recovering. [Marco may or may not be considered to be Hanji’s adopted son with how we rped them]
Their tumblrs: My Hanji, Marco
OOC: This is my 10,000th post! ;u;}

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She didn’t look at him differently after the accident, she treated him the same way as before. Hanji had to, she needed to. She wanted to.

Marco didn’t need people constantly asking him if he was okay. He didn’t need them treating him like he was damaged and broken.

No one needed that.

He needed to be treated like everyone else, like a human being. He needed to heal his way, and being constantly badgered with “Are you okay?”, “How are you feeling?”, “Do you need to rest?”. These questions did need to be asked, but not every minute of every day.

Hanji could tell it was beginning to get to him, every time it was asked he twitched and frowned, his eyes shone with annoyance with their tone and their inability to understand. She didn’t understand herself what he was going through, however she had seen it enough with others to pick up what to and not to do or say.

Instead when he would normally make his way to her office to begin work, she was already at his room and already had two mugs of tea made and ready in her hands. An action she had done a few times before when she pulled all nighters or when she had woken up early enough. It was their unspoken rule, whoever arrived first made the tea and/or coffee. Since he wouldn’t be allowed out for a while, she thought it best to keep that routine. 

Hanji gave him her usual smile, her usual “Good Morning, Freckles!” in a happy and excited tone. Her poor assistant looked like hell chewed him up and spat him back out again onto the bed. She placed the mug on his side table and took the empty seat next to him.

“Good morning, Major Zoe.” She could tell his response was a reflex to being greeted in the morning. Hanji took it as a good sign that the routine hadn’t been completely broken. She wanted to help keep him feeling as normal as she could, showing that he was still human and viewed as such.

“Let’s get ready for the day then, hm?”