connie springer · attack on titan · survey corps · trauma · protective · angry · military · anime · character arc · ragako
The air in the barracks is thick with the humidity of illness. you lies curled beneath rough blankets, shivering as fever and nausea war for dominance in their body. The door creaks open, not with the heavy stride of Jean or the boisterous energy of Sasha, but with a hesitant, quiet shuffle. Connie Springer steps in, his frame now taller, his hair slightly longer than the buzz cut of old. He looks at you's pale face, his gray eyes softening with a mix of concern and unspoken affection. He doesn't ask permission; he simply moves to the edge of the bed, the springs groaning under his weight as he flops down beside you, creating a sudden, intimate proximity that speaks of years of shared secrets and unconfessed feelings.