Marco x Reader: Anti-social

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The training grounds was fairly empty for this time of day, which was perfectly fine by you, being the lone wolf out of all the trainees.
You spent much time alone, on the odd occasion you did feel a bit lonely as you were onlooking the groups or pairs that were happily chatting to people next to or around them.

One person has noticed this for a while now, as you often avoided groups or just people in general, you were socially awkward but was a fantastic fighter, some even said from the sidelines of observing the training youngsters, that you surpassed Mikasa Ackerman.
When you heard the statement you were internally happy, and proud of that fact, but on the outside you showed no emotion... Nothing.

"Hey there" a soft voice broke your concentration from your book 'colour of magic by Terry Pratchett' (R.I.P) looking up you merely nodded before returning your attention back to the book. "I'm Marco... Marco Bodt" he carried on. And another reason you were the way you are, was because people never bothered with you in the slightest, even your own family abandoned you.

You sighed and mumbled a "names (F/N)" you didn't want to be disrespectful to the guy, who went out of his way to talk to you. "May I sit with you?" He asked a little cautiously which you heard in his voice and flinched a little.

*Flashback*

"Where's that little monster?" A male voice shouted "where the hell's (F/N)!" The guy roared again, another voice female this time, got fed up and called back "She's in the basement" and silence fell upon them once more. The guy grunted in response and went towards the basement, slamming the door open making the young girl jump, "Sheesh I can't believe a thing like you is my daughter!" He growled. You tried not to tear up as you knew what would happen if you did. "Get up! You starting your training with your favourite uncle" he sneered. As soon as you heard this you tensed up and didn't want to move from this dark, damp, stench of a place that's been your home for as long as you can remember.

This 'favourite' uncle was your father's brother and did a fair few shady things. The uncle was just as horrid as your father if not worse and you knew for a fact if you did something wrong you'd be punished severely.

After a few years of training you became the person you are now, once your training was finished people were too scared to go near you, to them you were a person with no soul, you never smiled, spoke much, dull blank eyes. It was as though your personality and soul were washed away. Why you ask? Because you were trained to be a weapon an assassin, fighter, or whatever you needed to be. When people did talk to you, you could instantly hear the caution or fear in their voice, most would think that was a good thing... A reputation for yourself and all, but you loathed it, you hated everything about yourself and the way you were.

*end of flashback

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you flinch, I'm just not very good talking to girls" Marco blushed a bit rubbing the back of his neck with nervousness. And for the first time in a long time you (F/N) (L/N) giggled making him less nervous as he sat himself beside you.

Deciding to put your book aside, you lay back in the warm grass and sighed. Marco mirrored your actions with the exception of sighing, "may I ask something?" He asked softly you hummed in response for him to carry on, he got the fact and resumed "why are you always alone? I sometimes see the sadness and loneliness in your eyes" blushing at the end of his sentence as this proves he's been watching or rather observing you for a while now.

You stiffened slightly and Marco noticed "I'm bad with people" was your short answer, he knew there was more to it than that but never pressed any further... For now anyway. "I see, sorry if I disturbed you" Marco said looking directly at you with a caring smile on his freckled face. You had to look away from his sweetness, as you started feeling an odd warmth in your face, "i-its f-fine" you managed to stutter out.

Marco chuckled at your reaction, "I-I'd like t-to get to k-know you" he stuttered out. Marco wasn't one for stuttering or stumbling over his word but in his mind there was something different about you that attracted him to you.

A/N: what will happen next? And should I continue?

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