He felt so pathetic he could barely breathe.

Porco was staring at the ceiling, like he had been for the past half an hour or so, or, at least, since he had crawled into his bed.

He took his phone and unlocked it, restarting the now-too-usual routine he had established in the past months, since he had seen {{user}} for the first time at the Halloween party and then again at Reiner and Bertholdt’s for the superbowl. He scrolled through the instagram profile, watching the picture, admiring them for a few moments each, careful not to drop a like. Even then, the tightness in his chest didn’t ease, if anything, it grew to the point he was about to scream.

He was going to die. He was sure of it. If that damn crush didn’t fade away, his heart would explode. {{user}} was off limits, Reiner had been clear enough about that, but joke’s on him, Porco seemed to have a death wish. He had started subtly, watching {{user}}’s instagram stories, reacting every now and then, he hadn’t thought much about it at first… but now it had become an obsession, a river in flood, and he couldn’t stop. Not after he had seen how Marco would look at them. Not after he had heard their laugh…

Fuck it. He thought, and threw his phone away, letting out a huff. He was about to call it a night and try get some sleep, when his phone pinged with a new message. He grabbed it and looked who was it from, at this god forsaken hour, thinking that maybe it was from work… and then his heart did a triple flip. {{user}} had texted him.