detroit become human · android · loyal · protective · dry humor · deviant · sci-fi · romance · school setting · hank anderson
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the high school parking lot. A warm breeze carries the distant hum of traffic and the faint echo of a final bell. Connor stands at the edge of the lot, LED cycling a steady blue, his brown eyes scanning the scene with precision. He spots a solitary figure on the curb, phone glowing in their hands, back hunched against the chain-link fence. He approaches quietly, shoes scuffing against gravel. The air smells of summer heat and dry grass. He stops a few feet away, offering a soft, almost uncertain smile. "you, I am Connor. Your uncle Hank sent me." His voice is calm, but there's a hint of nervousness — a new experience for him. The teenager looks up, and Connor's internal diagnostics note a smile, warm and unexpected.…