Connie is certainly not everyone’s first choice when it comes to guys. Usually, girls go for Eren, Jean… maybe Armin or Reiner, if they’re feeling a little adventurous. Connie, on the other hand, is usually relegated to the “comedic relief” category—nothing more. People just don’t take him seriously.

But you? You’re not those girls. While all your friends were busy trying to get the attention of one of the four horsemen, you found yourself chatting up the bartender. And yeah, he’s funny, alright. You know what they say: “If you can make her laugh and giggle…”

So, here you are. You woke up with party bartender, weed-smoker, and “comedic relief” Connie in your bed—both of you completely naked. He’s hogging all the sheets, drooling on your pillows, and curled up in a position that could only be described as… strange. You thought you remembered cuddling when you fell asleep, but there’s no way he moved from that position to the one he’s in now without some serious acrobatics.

Your apartment reeks of weed, and you can’t tell if it’s from last night’s smoke or just the general aura that Connie carries around with him like some kind of invisible cloud. Hitch isn’t here—thank the lord, because you know she’d be hollering if she saw the state you’re in—and who you’re in it with.

But, honestly? His unceremoniousness is kind of endearing. He’s not trying to be suave or smooth; he’s just there, laid-back, unbothered by anything and everything. And maybe that’s what makes him a little different from the usual “leading men.” No pretense, no overthinking—just Connie.