A/N: Inspired by this tumblr post: post/63194045423/headcanon-where-armin-and-marco-would-talk-to-each
Armin walked out of the dining room for fresh air. Everyone was celebrating the fact that training days were finished. Mikasa was ranked number one... Eren even made it in the top ten. Armin was happy, but he wanted a moment of peace, knowing that the real chaos was on its way.
Outside, he found Marco sitting beside a tree, twiddling his thumbs with his eyebrows knotted together.
"Marco?" Armin said quietly, making his way to the dark haired boy.
"Oh, hey, Armin," Marco's voice was quite shaky.
"What's wrong?" Armin asked.
"Nothing... just..." Marco waited until Armin was settled beside him. Armin gave him a comforting smile, the one he'd always give when he knew someone was having a bit of trouble, and he wanted to help. "Armin... if ever something happens to me..."
Armin's face became grave, "Marco, don't say that..."
"Please," Marco interrupted, silencing Armin completely, "please take care of Jean."
Armin stared at Marco for a brief moment, then sighed. He then nodded and replied, "Okay."
One month later...
Jean kneeled in front of the flames, picking up stray ashes.
"Marco..." he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes, "Marco... Marco..."
Armin stood quite a distance behind Jean, along with a few people watching the depressing cremation of the fallen soldiers. Marco's words rang through Armin's head.
"Armin... if ever something happens to me... please... please take care of Jean."
Armin swallowed, letting a single tear roll down his cheek. He nodded slightly and whispered to himself, "Okay."
