Attack On Titan: Seven Minutes In Heaven

Connie Springer

You reached into the emptied bin and felt around. You didn't really have anyone in particular that you wanted to pick, and so you grabbed the first item that fell into your hand.

You stared at the cold, shiny object in your hand. "A pen knife."

"And that's mine!" He jumped to his feet and stumbled a little. His words were slightly slurred.

"...Connie. Are you drunk?" You asked as you stood up and began to walk to the office.

"No... I just had a few~" He smiled as he skipped towards you. His arm rested around your shoulders.

"A few what? Barrels?" You laughed as you shook his arm off you. He laughed drunkenly and spun around.

"Just a glass full!" He claimed. You sighed and grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the office.

He yelped a little and stumbled towards the desk, landing with a heavy thud as his face collided with the side of it. You smiled and sat down by the wall and closed your eyes.

You were so tired from the expedition. You, Levi and Eren had worked together and had slayed the most Titans. Hange even managed to find out what Titans are attracted to... which turned out to be the smell of humans. That plus other things, of course.

You stretched out your legs and sighed, closing your eyes. You slowly began to get more comfortable and so you lay flat on the floor.

"Pretty~" He sung. You noticed how his voice sounded a lot closer than before, but before you could open your eyes, you felt a heavy weight on your hips.

You opened your (E/C) eyes, finally, and saw Connie straddling you. You blinked a few times before you caught hold of the situation.

"C-Connie, what are you doing?!" You asked him, trying to sit up. He looked down at his legs and himself before cocking his head to the side questioningly.

"I think I'm sitting on you." He said as if he was unsure if that was what he was doing.

You rolled your eyes. No shit, Sherlock.

"I know, b-but why?" You asked him and tried to sit up. He grinned and leaned forward, holding your chin.

"Because you're pretty~" He cooed as he gazed into your eyes.

You felt a blush arise on your face. "Okay... is this the alcohol or Connie talking?"

"(Y/N), this is Connie. I'm exactly the same sober as if I was drunk anyway!" He grinned.

You had to admit it was true, but still: He never sat on you! You propped yourself up on your elbows and glared at him.

"Thank you~" He said happily.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "For what?"

"For leaning up. Now it's easier." He answered as He stroked your bottom with his thumb. "It's easier to kiss you."

You just lay wide eyed as Connie bent down a little and captured your lips in a sweet, but alco-fied, kiss. You were only stunned for a second before you have in and kissed back. Although the kiss erupted butterflies in your stomach, the taste of the German beer Hange had brought was taunting the flavour, making you wince ever so slightly.

After a few minutes, Connie pulled back up and nuzzled your neck. "I looove you, (Y/N)."

You blushed and sat up a little more. This time, Connie moved back and let go of you. You crossed your legs and looked at the floor, citing your lip. Connie too crossed his legs and sat next to you.

"Can I be your boyfriend~?" He asked in a singing voice and clicked his fingers at you. You smiled at how... stupid he was.

"I'd like that." You nodded. He threw his arms up in the air.

"Wooooooooooo-" Connie cheered, only to be interrupted by the door slamming open.

"Time-" Hange couldn't even finish her sentence. Her face smacked down on the floor.

"Let's go!" You grinned as you grabbed your boyfriend's hand.