Be More Chill and Dear Evan Hansen Oneshots (Discontinued)

Socks (Connor Murphy x F! Reader)

A/N: By Anime. 1085 words. Sorry I haven't posted in ages, I've been focused on school, my boyfriend, band, etc.
Warnings: An awfully written fist-fight and a stupid oneshot. Enjoy!

You know what's scary? Getting in a fist-fight with Connor Murphy-don't ask.

You know what isn't scary? Connor Murphy's socks.

Surprising, right? You'd think that his socks would be black and reak of emo and death and you get the point.

Allow me to explain.

There we were, Connor Murphy and I, in a dimly-lit hallway. It was the usual, mentally draining day. I was walking down the corridors in a rush to get to class as I didn't want to be late... again. But, of course, due to my lack of being able to pay attention to any of my surroundings, I run smack dab into the one and only tall-ass boy.

I was just going to apologize and move on with my life, but nooooo. That not-so-little shit decided that he wanted to knock me on my ass. I had no intention of going down without a fight, so all hell sort of broke loose. After a bit of a yelling spree spurted out of his mouth, his hands ended up on my shoulders and shoved me back. I got mad-who wouldn't be frustrated? I mean, I'm soooo sorry that I ran into you, but it was a small mistake anyone could've made.

I wasn't even thinking when I threw that punch at him. What was even running through my head? I can't take on Connor Murphy. He's tall, he's angry, and he has experience in this category. I don't. I lay low, I go unnoticed, I mind my own business and try to live my life while ignoring others. I didn't care that Connor was kind of hot, that I had slight feelings for him, I had enough of my classmates shit.

The punch hit his arm. His eyes sort of widened. The quiet person, the calm and collected one... snapped? I heard the bell ring around me. There's no going back now... Connor's expression didn't last for long; his stare grew hard, his eyebrows drew in. I realize right then and there; I had fucked up. His first appeared in front of my face, way too close for comfort.

I yelped and ducked; my head suddenly donked Connor's stomach. Oh my lord, what the hell is going on right now-he pushed me away again. I found that my ankle nearly twisted as I stumbled back, soon regaining my composure. Along with my train of thought, my anger also renewed itself once more.

I let out a pathetic, voice cracked battle-cry, charging at Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife. I wrapped my arms around his waist, using all my force to tackle the male to the ground. He growled and tried to force me off of him, but I shoved his head to the floor while I sat on top of his chest. Immobilizing the head was particularly important; it made all another movement a heck of a lot more difficult. That, my friends, is a good reason to grow up with siblings.

He kicked up his legs, but his movements had changed in a considerable way. As in, they moved a lot slower and a lot less. His arms were in the same situation. Again, the immobilization of the head is really, really important. I reared my free fist back, going in straight for Connor's face, but, even with his limited reach and slower reflexes, he managed to grab my arm. My first was less than a centimeter away from coming in contact with his face. I swore I could feel the little hairs on his cheek.

I struggle against his grip, but he grabs my hand that was on his head. Connor pulls them off of him, giving his head all the access to the movement it had before. This made it easier for him to knee me in the back, causing me to yelp. We wrestled around on the ground a while longer until I was thrown off him. We both stood back up on our feet, glaring at one another.

I huffed for air, unprepared for Connor's next attack. He went in to kick my side, only for his shoe to fly across the hallway. I blinked a few times before looking off in the direction it went off. "Well, that's unfortunate." I glance back over at Connor, whose leg was still in the air; his eyes were slowly widening. As I stare at him for a bit, I finally notice his socks. "Are you... wearing pink socks? With red hearts on them?"

Connor quickly lowered his foot, trying to use his pant leg to cover up the mishap. "I didn't have any socks left so I asked to borrow Zoe's..." By the way, he trailed off and the way he couldn't look at me, I could tell that he was lying.

"Well... I mean... it-the sock-it's cute."

"No, it's no-"

"Mhm, it is." I grinned while snickering quietly. Connor scoffed before rolling his eyes. I look away as the awkwardness began to slowly sink in. My eyes flicked around the hallway; I realized how happy I was that no one noticed us. "Er, sorry I attacked you. Can we, ya know, forgive and forget or...?"

"Just don't tell anyone about my socks." I nod.

"No hard feelings?" Connor nodded back in what I assumed to be agreement.

After the apologies, we started to walk to our classes once again. As we passed by one another, he patted my shoulder. Connor probably wasn't going to a class, though-anyways. As I came through the door, I came upon another realization. Today's Valentine's Day... I put my hand onto my shoulder, feeling a folded up piece of paper. I pulled it off my shirt, realizing soon after that it was taped on.

I unfolded the note and scanned it over. A smile couldn't help but form on my face. It was his number-no apology or anything, just his number. I guess that was his plan all along? Maybe he was so nervous his first instinct was to throw a punch...? Whatever happened before, he most likely didn't mean for it to happen... I tucked the note in my pocket; my smile wouldn't leave my face. I literally beat the guy up, but... I'm glad I even got his number.

Just then, the sound of a piccolo rang through the halls. I jerked my head behind me, only seeing a bit of fluffy brown hair and tennis shoes. Jared...?