Irreplaceable -Connor RK800 x FemAndroid! Reader-

Chapter 11

SCREEEEEEEEEEEE I won 1st in Forms, 2nd in Weapons, and 1st in Sparring... At a class B taekwondo tournament... I get one less point in class B... I almost cried...

The feeling of dread hanging over us makes us all shiver. Connor shuffles closer, almost protectively. Conan does the same. Gavin does not seem to like it, but accepts it, as he is cold.

I can feel Connor trembling beside me. I try to offer him his gloves back, but he says no. I know we can not get hypothermia, but he is running the risk of his "bones" freezing up. I turn off my temperature sensitivity completely off, give Connor his jacket and pull mine over my shoulders, melting almost literally into it.

I hum something softly, turning into song while analyzing. I was whispering my song when a hand was put on my shoulder. I jumped, almost falling into the mixture of blue blood--which had no model--and human blood. It was only Connor.

"Weird how the thirium has no model or serial?" He says, helping me up. I nod, looking at the limb the stuff was leaking from.

"Y/n, you keep worrying me, what is wrong?" Connor says, mid-sentence. Staring at him, secretly saying no. He nods, a thoughtful look on his face. Once we finish and find the suspect, fool it with our disguises, then Connor pulls me aside to talk.

"What is going on y/n? Are you ok?" Connor holds my shoulders, asking me carefully. I don't know I honestly, so that's what I say. "It's ok." He soothes me, rubbing my back and embracing me.

Why am I so depressed right now, and why am I spacing off so often? I ask myself so many questions at once, I cry. Sorry, am I putting all of my emotions into y/n by accident? "I just wish Fowler didn't act like what we were doing was a sin. Or what Nines and Gavin what doing." I tell him, wrapping my hands around his waist/chest. (depending on height)

"It is ok. Everything will be ok y/n." He tells me firmly, but softly. "I hope it will," I whisper, putting my face into his neck. (He could be kneeling)

"I assure you it will love." He says, Gavin, walking out and going to start the car. "What has got you in a bad mood earlier Gavin?" Connor asks, making sure not to sound mean. "I g-got... I got shunned verbally by Fowler, and beaten by my dad for being gay for this one." He says, scaredly, then pointing at Conan when he says "this one."

Connor's face twists into fear and even further sadness and thought. He clutches me, wondering what will happen to us. "C-Connor. It'll be fine," I say, me switching the roles of being the comforted to the comforter.

"Yeah, yes i-it will." He says, slowly becoming confident again. Good, he is back to normal. "There he is! That's my Connor!" I laugh. He smiles slightly, leading ne to the already warmed up car.

Gavin sniffled, grasping the steering wheel tightly. Nines looked concerned but knew Gavin wanted some space. I could feel the yearn to comfort-like aura radiating off of Conan.

I shivered a little, as I was leaning onto the window. The dread, we could not shake it. It felt like a heavy blanket that was impossibly glued to us. The guilt of arresting poor androids, the sadness of constricting emotions, the anxiety of fighting, so on and so forth.

His breaths rise slowly, fall slowly. What are we? Lovers or more? I ask myself in my head. M-ma-maybe more... I-if you are ok with th-that. Connor tells me mentally. I blush, he then kissed my cheek.

I smile softly. He giggles weakly, shifting his weight in his seat. I forgot that this ride it the longest one we will ever take for a case. I had brought what seems to be a sketchbook, notebook, and a smaller notepad.

I bite the eraser softly, thinking of what to draw, but then start to sketch the scene Connor is in. He stays as still as possible as if he knows that I am sketching him out. His soft profile, his permanent thoughtful look, his broad shoulders, sharp-ish jawline, I could go on.

It takes a bit, but I get the window, car door, and Connor finished. It takes a bit to shade, but it thankfully takes all car ride. Connor smiles sleepily, looking at the perfect sketch.

"It... It's amazing y/n." Connor tells me, helping me pack up my books. He also had somethings, but probably fell asleep halfway. "Thanks, it captures all of your perfect features," I state dramatically, making him blush.

We laugh as I pretend to faint. "Oh! You are too handsome!" I say, oh so dramatic. Gavin snickers, lightening up a bit. I try to keep a straight face but fail to do so, as Connor's goddamn laugh is too goddamn cute. I start laughing, falling to the ground.

We sit there laughing for a hot second until Conan takes responsibility and tells us we need to get filling out our blank report sheets. We all agree, going inside.

------ time skip ------

We had a few more cases, but not any quite as long as that first one. Once we got home, we remember we are wearing the traci outfits that were originally for us. I take off my suit, sighing.

Connor takes his off too, and we decided, eh, it is cold outside, but it is also hot in our room. He leaned on me while I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair. He then brushes his teeth and brushes his hair. His comb gets stuck in his slicked hair.

"Uh... Help, please? Love?" Connor asks, shakily. I sit there laughing for a few moments. I then help him and brush his hair properly.

"Thank you y/n." He says, cupping my cheeks, kissing me. "You are very welcome Con. Love you." I say. "I love you too y/n. Again, thank you," Connor tells me, hugging me. I laugh softly, hugging him back.