Title: Letter to You (1/2)
Rating: G to PG
Pairing: Eren/Armin
Summary: Eren writes a letter to Armin.
A/N: Based on my headcannon where Eren confesses to Armin by writing him a letter.
i'Dear Armin,
I guess it feels weird reading a letter from me huh? I guess it's because we always talk to each other. But today I'm writing this letter to you because I want to tell you how I've always felt about you. I like you Armin. I've always liked you since we were little.
Don't you think it's funny? I've fallen in love with my best friend. I always wonder why I am attracted to you, but I can't. You're just, you. I've realized I liked you because you're you. The first time I met you, I fell in love with your blue eyes. I was so happy when we became friends. You were my first friend. Then I asked what you wanted to be when you grow up, you smiled the biggest smile I've ever seen in my whole life. That's the moment I fell in love with your smile. Your smile when you told me you wanted to travel the whole world. That's when we decided to explore the world together.
Remember when I used to comb your hair? You said your hair is your trait from your mother's. That's when I fell in love with your hair. The way you would slip your hair behind your ear. Remember those times you used to tend me when I'm hurt or sick? I will always look to my side and there will always be you holding out a spoon of chicken porridge or an anti-infectant. I've loved your hands since then.
I could probably list a whole lot more things about you that I love. I'm not asking us to be something more, I just wanted to tell you how I feel. You know damn well I'm no good in talking about these stuff, but I don't mind if it's you, Armin. If you don't feel the same way about me, let's just be friends like the way we were, okay? You wanna hang out tomorrow? Meet me after school at my locker tomorrow if you can.'/i
Armin put down the letter. He was staring blankly at the piece of paper in front of him when his grandfather called for him, "Armin! Time for dinner!"
"Coming, grandpa!" He carefully placed the letter in his drawer before coming down. His grandfather was already putting down a bowl of chicken soup by the time he went to the table. He quietly sat down and began taking his eating utensils.
"Armin?"
"Yes, grandpa?"
"Are you okay? Your face is a bit red." His grandpa successfully made him blush fully. Armin groaned as he buried his face on the table. Tomorrow'll be a long day.