Detroit: Become Human - Connor RK800 One Shots

#04 A Wink

Summary: Connor walks past this high school every day and sees you, who he gives a friendly wink to.

A/N: I just wanna mention the regular updates have been awesome, especially for me (because I'm actually managing to finish something) but don't expect too much of me in the near future. Only reason is because school is starting up again I'm gonna be occupied with panicking, sorry I meant school work and will have less time to write. And I want to add, in all my original works in this, I'll try not to use the 'you being Hank's daughter' theme, because I feel like people use it a lot and it's sort of something to fall back on if you have no other ideas (but when I do open for requests, hope that'll be soon, if you request for you to be Hank's daughter than I will. Gotta please the crowds y'know?). So yeah, I'm just trying to keep it as original as possible. Anyway, back on track... This is you and Connor starring in: A Wink 😉

Monday - 7:00 AM

An alarm droned, your favourite song blasting directly into your ear. You rolled over, trying to block it out. Monday, you're so cruel, no wonder no one loves you, you thought as the song reached its chorus. You flailed one arm around helplessly, to hunt for the device emitting the painful sound. You found it, curling your fingers around the flat brick and sliding a switch on screen to turn it off. You yawned causing your eyes to water. You checked the notifications on your phone, there were none. Typical Monday morning, you said, not really knowing if you actually expected someone to message you. It didn't matter, you scrambled out of bed and pulled on whatever clothes you could find.

You wander out to your kitchen to meet the eyes of your caregiver (whoever looks after you). They didn't look like they were in it today either, their eyes looked glassy, their hair (if they have it) was tousled and their clothes hung loosely on their frame.

"Good morning (Y/N), I made you some breakfast. Monday Morning Special," they said, yawning drowsily. The drowsy statement also consisted of sarcasm because the 'Monday Morning Special' was essentially anything, food-wise you could find in the house. Today, that was toast with (favourite spread) and your favourite hot beverage. You guzzled that down, you were already a little late, you should have started walking to school by now. Your alarm went off at seven, doesn't mean you got up straight away. Because let's be honest, the first day of the school week isn't the best. You snatched the backpack from the floor beside the chair you were sitting on and almost bolted for the door, your caregiver stopped you just in time to remind you of a nearly forgotten, vital object to your education. "Hey, don't forget your art portfolio, it's on the table." And you turned a blind eye to it at breakfast, wow.

"Thanks," you say, grateful that they brought it up. You collect it, without anything else left to do, you leave your warm home, heading for the 'educational' torture house. The one you could never call totally safe, despite the school board's convincing claims. You walk on into the sunshine anyway, knowing avoidance wasn't the true key to escape.

***

You took the route you always took every day, it was basically programmed into your brain, if humans could be programmed. You stepped along to the beat of a song playing through your headphones, taking your mind off the events yet to come. On that beautiful morning, there were many people out and about, parents leading their children to schools, some heading to work, some out with their dogs just for a wander. It was funny because just as you got into school grounds, it was someone with a dog that caught your gaze. With one foot raised on a concrete stair, you examined the being that caught your usually distracted eyes.

It was what appeared to be a young man, in tidy attire, not prepared to walk a dog at all. He wore a grey jacket over a white dress shirt and a tie to top it all off. Parts of the jacket glowed blue, sending the clear message he was an android. Black jeans sat perfectly on his legs and dress shoes covered his feet. His hair looked flawless, not a single strand out of place, except one that adorned his forehead. Accompanied with him was an adorable Saint Bernard, if the sight wasn't heartwarming enough. As if he knew you were staring at him, he turned his head in your direction. He noticed you, you don't know how but he had. Instead of making a matter-of-fact comment or ordered you to head to class, he smiled at you, one corner of his lips rising ever so slightly. You smile in return, not wanting to be impolite. He took it a step further and gave you a wink, then letting the dog drag him off right out of your peripheral vision. You stared at the empty space, where the man was. You blinked trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Literally everyone you knew, mainly in school, totally disregarded you, deeming you unworthy of their time. Really, that was fine with you, but why now? Why did he find you visible? And why him specifically? He was a complete stranger, he didn't know the first thing about you, or the last. Your mind was already filled to the brim with questions and your first class hadn't yet started. The bell rang, never mind.