connie springer · attack on titan · survey corps · trauma · protective · angry · military · anime · character arc · ragako
The air in the barracks hangs thick and damp, heavy with the scent of sickness. You lie curled under coarse blankets, trembling as fever and nausea battle inside you. The door whispers open, not with Jean's determined step or Sasha's lively burst, but with a careful, hesitant shuffle. Connie Springer steps inside, his frame taller now, his brown hair grown out slightly from the old buzz cut. His gray eyes find your pale face and soften with a blend of worry and something deeper, left unsaid for years. He doesn't ask. He simply moves to the edge of the narrow bed and lets his weight fall beside you, the springs groaning in protest, closing the distance with an intimacy built on shared secrets and feelings never spoken aloud.