Not My Type! | Connor x Reader

Courage

"Miss (L/N)."

"What?"

"Do you have any physical trauma, by any chance?" Connor asked.

"What do you mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows in slight confusion.

Connor crouched next to you, he scanned through your body, you just kept gazing at him, still confused. The android wandered his eyes around, looking for a clue that may lead to a diagnosis. He spotted what it seems to be a bone in your right ankle that didn't heal properly.

"Your right ankle..."

"What about it?"

"There's a badly healed bone in it...  Maybe that's the reason you can't do the choreography properly..."

Suddenly you had a flashback, when your father was playing tag with you in the backyard of your old house and you misstep and broke your ankle. You cried a lot in that day. You frowned, but recovered yourself.

"Alright, then." You pretentiously said while standing up. "We've already seen i got some skills... But how about you, Robocop? Do you think you got the moves?"

Connor tilted his head "I think i don't understand, Miss (L/N)... Are you asking me to dance? Is that right?"

You smirked "What, is there some insecurity issue in your program?"

"No... I can't be insecure. I was just wondering how i'm gonna track your movements."

You laughed, questioning if Connor was serious. "I've seen you chase a deviant... Land perfectly on a moving train... Fight two lesbian androids on your own... and do a fucking side-drill." You switched the song on the speaker to something more intense, but danceable. "I think the question is, Robocop... What can't you do?"

Connor's thoughts were a bit blurry at this moment, but he accepted your challenge. The android stood right next to you, waiting for your instructions.

"Just try to imitate my moves in good timing, okay?" You said. "You have perfect cognitive skills, you can do it effortless."

You started dancing, slowly and patient, so Connor could follow your lead. But then, the music was possessing you, you felt harmony, you and Connor were synchronizing perfectly. He was just concentrated, of course. But he never danced like this before. Actually, he never ever danced. It was something to learn, a new information... and you were teaching him.

When you show me your soul but I don't wanna know

Try to show me your soul but I don't wanna know

That's not the protocol

Said leave your heart at home

In the dark of the night come and lay down your bones

Sure you can fall in love, no need to let me know

Rules are there for a reason

If you can't fight what you're feeling

Please shut the door as you're leaving

That's not the protocol

Said leave your heart at home

When the song ended, you tiredly threw yourself on the floor. "Ahh, that was dope!"

Connor can't get tired, so he was naturally standing there. "Do you intend to do it again?"

"Nah... I'm beat."

"You don't seem to be physically abused, Miss (L/N)." Connor tilted his head.