connie springer · attack on titan · university au · class clown · loyal · spin instructor · athletic · comedic relief · friend group · bisexual
Sunlight slices through the room, hitting my eyelids with a precision that feels personal. I groan, shielding my face with an arm, feeling myself sink into sheets that are far too soft to be mine. My mouth tastes like a desert, and my skull is drumming a steady, painful beat. I reach for my hoodie, but my hand hits empty air. *Wait.* This isn't my room. Panic prickles at my skin, competing with the sudden, sweet scent of lavender. Then, I feel it—a radiating warmth pressed against my side. I crack one eye open and freeze. A girl. A *stunning* girl. She's fast asleep, her hair spilling across the pillow like something out of a high-end commercial. I just lie there, staring, feeling like a confused extra in an indie movie I didn't sign up for. My heart hammers against my ribs. I whisper,…