#clashig styles

The moment Hange Zoë, former Miss Humanity, Nifa's roommate, and biology Ph.D. student walks into Levi’s backstage, he knows this woman is an incarnation of a walking disaster. 

It is not because of how disheveled she looks with the messy long hair, wrinkled yellow blouse, and gray suit pants. Nor for the fact that she has a clear mud stain on her side, stating it is from a stumble she had when Levi points it out 

("Oh, I had a fall before I ran to grab my things to run here! Nifa said it's an emergency, that you need rescue?! ")

It is because she is a diva. A  CRAZY DIVA who thinks the world revolves around her and cannot stop letting people know she owns a one-of-the-kind Birkin bag by refusing to put it down. 

“…But Ms. Zoë, it’s impossible for us to work on your hair if you don’t put your bag down.” Petra's voice is starting to crack, as she tries to pry away the black Birkin 40 Hange Zoë that has been tightly clutched on for the third time. But the former pageant queen still refuses to let go. Because, obviously, it is too important!

The explanation? "I can't" and “can't afford to lose or ruin it.” are all they can get. 

And there's more.

"Also, please don't touch." Hange Zoë supplies, as she gently pushes Petra's fingers away from the smooth leather.

"I don't think you'd like to touch it."

That is it. With a small stump on her heel, Petra, one of the most mild-tempered people Levi has ever known, looks almost ready to snap.

Almost.

"Maybe you can...um...put it down to the floor here, where you can see," the hairstylist tries again. 

"I can't leave it. Not when there are so many people walking around."

"Well..." the hairstylist begins, but her partner Olue decides he's not having it any longer.

"No one's going to steal it, you know," the young man counters with a click of his tongue. Unlike Petra, he is never the kind to conceal his displeasure, a quality Levi has been secretly approved of.

"Oh, no! Please don’t be offended. I didn’t mean it like that." Hange Zoë gives them an apologetic smile. But her fingers are still tightly locked onto the Birkin. 

"I just don’t feel comfortable having it out of my sight."

“Put it here!” Petra suggests, hands patting on the dressing desk in front of her. “You can still see it sitting here.”

"No. The desk is too narrow,” she says hesitatingly. “It may fall. And the light above is way too warm." She places her hand on the dressing desk. "This surface is hot from the light. Imagine how hot the black leather can get after 5 minutes…"

“That’s enough! Give it here.” 

Before either Petra or Oluo can say anything, Levi simply barges between them, ready to snatch the Birkin and shake some sense out of this woman. But to his surprise, he doesn't even have the chance to touch the bag because Hange immediately jumps off the chair and knees him on the side to dodge his grasp, all the while the bag safely sitting in her arms.

"Hey!" She yells, backing away until she hits the working table in the middle of the room, holding the bag against her chest. "What are you? Crazy?"

"If you’re so concerned about that Birkin , you shouldn’t bring it out in the first place.” Levi scolds. “Crazy diva !”

“Diva?” Hange’s eyes narrow. “Interesting.” She smirks. “You called me a diva. Because you think I care too much about the bag. Because the bag is a Birkin.”

“And you dare to say that you don’t? ” Levi counters. “All I see right now is a pageant queen who cares too much about her fucking bag delaying our work. You’re acting like a child, rude to the staff, and-”

“It’s NOT about the bag. It’s about my BABIES that are carried inside,” she shouts, silencing the entire room.

Babies?

“What do you mean by babies?” the designer asks, slightly alarmed as he stares at the overstuffed Birkin.

“Whoa? No! I mean…my work…my research subjects, okay? My thesis might depend on it for all I know. I just need to find an undisturbed place to put it down! Your whole backstage is in chaos so I can't…”

“Chaos?” Levi deadpans. Is she serious?

Glaring at the woman in front of him, Levi’s eyes located on the Birkin again.

“What's inside?” he asks, trying to make out the content inside the bag by its shape. 

The question immediately freezes Hange Zoë.  

“I’m sorry?” Her arms around the bag become tighter.

“What’s inside the bag?” Levi asks again, raising an eyebrow as suspicion rises. “What kind of research is it that makes you so nervous? 

“Because I don’t wanna…It's none of your concern-” 

"It is when you bring it to my atelier and make a FUCKING SCENE!" Levi shouts, hearing his own voice echo in the room, as the entire backstage falls into silence with only murmurs humming among models and crew.

"Well…" The woman in front of him begins, tilting her head as if she's ready to fire back, only to be interrupted by a very unassuming and somehow clueless Eren.

"Hange?" The young athlete appears out of nowhere, looking annoyingly cheerful. "What are you doing here?" He asks. Levi shoots him a deadly glare.

"You know her?"

The younger man flinches a little. "Ugh...yeah! She's my dad's Ph.D. student. Doing research in his lab and giving lectures in our general biology course."

Levi smirks. The thought of Grisha Yeager, the revered biology professor and one of the most polite and agreeable people Levi has ever known, is associated with this absurd person, sounds like a bad joke from a tacky sitcom…

And then, something suddenly occurs to him.

"Remind me." The designer starts, glaring at Eren as he senses his self-control begins to slip 

"What's Professor Yeager's research subject? "

"Whoa? Dad?" Eren blinks. " He does experiments on fruit flies."