Connie was head over heals in love with you. He knew it, you knew it, everyone knew it.His infatuation with you drove you up the wall as he came up with ridiculous ways to try and win your affections, usually resulting in you getting incredibly pissed off. He was loud, outgoing, troublesome, and incredibly immature. You were quiet, introverted, and incredibly focused on training to stay alive.
It wasn't that you didn't like Connie. He was attractive, persistent, and sweet in a dorkly kind of way. It was adorable, but you were afraid of getting too close, and losing him at the jaws of a titan. You honestly believed that if you denied him enough, he would eventually move on. You could bear the heartbreak for a short amount of time, hopefully moving on yourself.
However, the bald headed Springer had other plans. He was done with being dismissed, insulted, and yelled at by you. He was done trying to be the good guy and win you over. Out of all the times you rejected him, you could never answer one simple question. Why. You couldn't tell him why you couldn't give him a single second of your time.
Waiting patiently for you to pass by him on the way to cleaning duties, Connie's heart pounded against his chest as you came up the stairs. The second your eyes made contact, you expected him to give you that lopsided goofy grin he always did, only this time you were met with a stern look in his sage eyes. You, not wanting him to see that you were actually affected by his sudden change, covered up your slightly hurt pride by rolling your eyes as you went to walk by him.
“L/n.”
You winced as he used your last name instead of calling you by your first as he always did, “not now Springer, I don't have the time-”
You yelped as you felt yourself being jerked into the small storage room were Connie now stood with the door closed behind him. His eyes were dark and annoyed, nothing like the bright and slightly cocky glint they usually held. You, refusing to back down glared at him, “what the hell, Springer?!”
“Connie.”
“Excuse me?”
He scoffed coldly as his arms crossed over his chest, “my name is Connie. I hate the way you sound saying my last name like it grosses you out.”
You averted your gaze, feeling guilty that he seemed so upset, but you had to get out of this room, “fine. Connie it is. Now if you don't mind, I have orders to clean this floor, so-”
“I do mind, actually,” he quipped, continuing to block the only exit out of the room. His annoyed expression seemed to deepen as a wave of confidence took over, “I mind that all I've ever been to you was nice. I have done absolutely everything under the sun to get you to notice me, and have made myself look like a damn fool doing it. I mind that you refuse to hold a simple conversation with me. I mind that you won't even look at me, and avoid me like the plague. Everything I've ever done was just to get close to you, and every time, I get shot down and insulted without a single reason why. So yeah, L/n. I mind. Do you really hate me that much?”
Biting your lip, you closed your eyes as you hugged yourself. Your mind screamed for you to keep your mouth shut, and shove him out of your way. However, your heart ached to tell him the truth.
Sighing, you forced yourself to keep your glare locked on the floor, “I don't hate you. Not even a little bit…”
He glared at you, confused, “what did you just say?”
Looking at him, you didn't hide the fact that tears had formed in your eyes, “I said that I don't hate you. I never have.”
Connie frowned, walking over to you with a skeptical look and stopping only inches from you, “if you never hated me, then why treat me like that? I did everything for you-”
