Attack On Titan / SNK One Shots

(Connie x Reader) (Modern AU) Abtastic Lunch

// THIS SUCKS, PEOPLE. I was bored, a random idea popped into my head, I typed it, and it failed at life. Sorry.

School lunches were gross. They usually didn't even look edible. They were basically blobs of "nutritional value". And just your luck; today was lasagna and you forgot to pack your lunch, and unfortunately you hadn't eaten breakfast either. You were starving. Your last resort was to force yourself to eat that pile of slop. Though, you probably wouldn't.

Reluctantly, you made your way down the lunch line, clutching your tray tightly in your hands. You'd maybe grab a few pieces of fruit or something and set them on your plate, but you mainly just stood in line waiting for it to slowly move forward.

When you did finally reach the front of the line, the lunch period was already halfway done. The lunch lady, Roberta, looked at you blankly and sloshed a clump of gooey half-baked lasagna on your plate. You nodded to her, grimacing.

As you stepped out of line, your gaze flickered towards your friends table. They were all freaking out, pointing and waving to a certain direction, big smiles on their faces. What? You mouthed and continued walking forward, looking over your shoulder.

"I don-" A squeal left your mouth as your lasagna splattered all over your shirt and the tray fell to the ground...as did you. Somebody had knocked into you and caused you to slip. You fumbled for something to grab while you close your eyes tight, expecting to land on the floor.

But you didn't.

"Shit," The cafeteria grew silent. "Sorry, so sorry." Your eyes fluttered open and you looked directly in front of you, or above of you. Immediately, a dark crimson shade painted your cheeks.

Connie stood over you, his arms behind your back as he dipped you, with an embarrassed smile. You clutched his forearm, afraid to fall again.

"Uhn...nnn, er." Your lips moved but no words seemed to leave, just a series of grunts and awkward noises.

Your face was on fire, you could feel the red haze radiating off of your cheeks while you avoided eye contact. Connie Springer had caught you from slipping and you were now in his arms. Now, all he needed was a rose dangling from his mouth.

"S-sorry, y/n..." He pulled you to your feet properly and blinked, looking down at the ground and rubbing the back of his shaven head. You looked down at your ruined shirt, lasagna dripping off of it and to the floor. "Dammit, your shirt." He groaned. "Sorry, I just wasn't looking up and..."

"It's fine," you shook your head. "I can just wash it in the bathroom."

"I-I'll help you." He offered, stepping forward.

Your red cheeks burned brighter. "I-I don't think you can go into the girls bathroom, Connie." You murmured quietly.

"R-Right." He chuckled. You could tell he wanted to punch himself.

The cafeteria had begun to talk again, and, of course, it was about what just happened.

"Connie caught y/n!", "I think he was gonna kiss her!" or "That was so awkward..." You heard people continue as you walked inside the school and towards the bathroom.

"W-Wait!' Connie was jogging after you. You sighed quietly. "You can use my shirt." He said, suddenly unzipping his jacket.

"Wh-What?!" You stepped away from him, your hands flailing around. "N-No, Connie that's fine. It's alright." A couple of soft, awkward laughs fumbled from your mouth as you backed up, wishing the bathroom was closer. "Really, it is."

"No, no, no, y/n. Please, let me." His jacket was completely unzipped as he tossed it on the floor next to him. He began to pull off his blue and orange muscle t-shirt. A familiar red haze dusted across your cheeks as his pale, well built torso was revealed. "Here," He murmured, handing you the shirt. Hesitantly, you took the shirt and he bent down to grab his jacket.

"Thank you," You said quietly, watching him zip his jacket up. (NO. THE ABS. QAQ)

"Don't mention it, y/n." He offered a smile before you turned your back towards him and rushed towards the bathroom.