You were currently asleep on your couch, still fatigued from yesterday's mission. Yes, you are a part of the Scouting Legion, a skilled fighter, on par with Levi.
As you lay there asleep, a figure came from the direction of the kitchen. The figure crouched as they approached the couch. They looked you over, looking at the cuts and bruises that appeared on your flesh. The tank top you were wearing showing most of where they were, the shorts you wore coving half of the large and only bruise you had on your left leg. With their right hand they slowly traced one of the longer cuts on your left arm gently, as to not wake you. After with their left hand they gently moved your hair from your face, another cut showing itself. From the end of your right eyebrow and down two inches, the figure letting out a disapproving sigh.
"Hey." You said, as your left hand snuck up onto the figures cheek as your eyes opened and looked up into expressive cerulean eyes.
"Hi." He replied back, giving you a weak and timid smile. His face a deep red from being caught.
"How are you doing?" you asked him
"I-I should be asking you that." He told you. His face losing some of the red, but still retaining a good amount. You moved to lay on your left side to let him sit down, but he being too shy, didn't move. You patted the space that you created giving him no other option.
He sat there, hands on his knees, and head looking down.
He was shaking.
"Armin, what's wrong?" you asked him. Placing your right hand on his back and moving it in a comforting motion.
"I almost lost you." He said.
"But you didn't." you told him.
"If I would have acted sooner… your body wouldn't be injured." He told you.
"That's a little selfish." You said
"Only when it comes to you." His face was red again, as he looked at you.
That response caught you off guard.
This frail looking and shy young man grew on you the six months that he's been in the Scouting Legion. Hence, the reason he is in your home.
"Armin…" you began. He turned to you and the look in his eyes stopped you.
Unshed tears.
You pulled him to you, wrapping your arms around him, letting him bury his face into your neck. He took in your scent. Helping him to understand that you were here, that you were alive.
"It's alright." You told him. You could feel the wetness from his tears on your neck. He gripped the couch, keeping his hands off you. Not wanting to make you feel any more uncomfortable, if you were already feeling it.
Always the gentlemen.
He calmed after awhile and looked at you. His eyes widened as he looked at you. Your jaw was clenched, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed and tears had run down the side of your face.
He never heard a sob; he didn't even feel you move as you cried. That's when he realized…
You held a lot of pain.
You opened your eyes when you notice the lack of heat on your neck. His slightly red and puffy eyes were staring intently at you.
Those shy expressive cerulean eyes that you've come to cherish so much, held something that he would show when passionately defending someone.
Gathering what daring emotion was compelling him to do what he was about to do, he leaned down and kissed down the left side of your tear stained face.
This is the first time he's made you blush.
You moved your hands from his back and gently placed them on his blushing face.
Slowly bringing his face back down to yours, as you tilted your head back a bit.
A spark.
As cliché as that sounded, you didn't care.
Though, his kiss was a bit off.
'Inexperience…' you thought, 'I'll change that.'
You smirked as you took the lead. Repositioning yourselves to be more comfortable on the couch. You let your hands travel down his torso. Untucking his shirt, you ran your hands up his skin. A small groan escaped his lips at the feel of your warm hands. For being so frail he surprised you. He was lean and he felt strong.
"Armin, we… we should stop." You told him as you caught your breath. Letting your hands trail back down his torso. You gave a light moan as your hands found and followed the muscles that made that 'V.'
"Why?" it came out breathy, oh yeah, you left him winded.
With a smirk on your face, you raised an elegant brow.
"Look towards the hallway." You told him. When he looked up, a pair of turquoise and grey eyes were staring back at him.
His face along with his ears turning crimson. You suppressed a giggle as he moved off you, turning away from the two other guests in the room. You looked towards them; Mikasa had moved her scarf to cover part of her blushing face, while Eren just stood there blushing.
"I guess we should have knocked." Eren said
"Sorry." Mikasa said, her eyes looking elsewhere.
Armin somewhat regained his bearing, shirt tucked back in.
"C- Come on guys, let's eat!" you smiled at his blushing face as he held out his hand to you. You gratefully accept his hand and he pulled you up.
"Follow." You motion to them with your head, both Mikasa and Eren following behind you two.
