Monday was Armin's favorite day of the week.
The date itself was not associated with anything particularly spectacular. Only that first block was English, misfortune in the eyes of many, but a grand situation to Armin, who sat, as usual, in the back of the room hunched over, studying the Shakespearean language with the air of someone who was well-versed in the subject. For a fleeting moment before the start of class, he had considered skipping - what was the point in learning something he already knew? Though after taking several steps as if to actually go through with his plan, he guiltily turned back and made his way to his unofficial official seat.
The part of him that was sick of his image as the poster-child for hard work and motivation yearned to break the rules, but the even larger part that was just fine with his reputation, influenced him more. Besides, being a quiet goody-two-shoes had its perks. It allowed for him to inconspicuously observe the other students, particularly the brunet sitting in front of him.
Eren Jaeger (5'7 by Armin's calculations) was comical and smart and definitely good-looking. More often than not girls giggled and swooned when he was around, causing an immense feeling akin to rage, which wasn't exactly the most appealing thought Armin's ever had, considering the distinct differences in the high school hierarchy, ignite his bloodstream. What possessed Armin to have those thoughts, anyway? Because Eren tended to smile at him? Because Eren was popular and you always want what you can't have?
With an inaudible sigh, Armin closed the book and rested his head on the crook of his elbow. Mere seconds later the bell rung, suddenly motivating the otherwise immobile teenagers and granting Armin the energy to gather his things for his next class. Following the line trickling through the doorway, he ducked and weaved himself expertly through the masses until he got to his locker, hoping to exchange his English binder for Science instead, only to freeze in his tracks upon noticing who was leaning up against the faded ugly yellow paint. He felt his heart beat sporadically in his chest, nervous beads of sweat cluster at his temples, and the tell-tale hitch in his breathing. This is it, Armin thought, swallowing through an abruptly dry throat. He knows.
Righting himself, Eren scanned the corridor before his expressive teal-green eyes landed lightly upon Armin, his lips curved upward in an easy grin. He waved, beckoning Armin over with a slight gesture of his hand. Resisting the urge to look for someone Eren normally spoke with, Armin walked hesitantly towards him and paused, waiting.
"I know this is gonna sound strange," Eren began. "But I was wondering if you could perhaps tutor me? I'm Eren, by the way," he added as an afterthought, holding out his hand.
Armin stared for a moment. "I-I know."
"I see." Eren retracted his hand awkwardly and stuffed it in the pocket of his jeans.
Uncomfortable silence followed in spite of the chaotic noise enveloping the corridor. Armin looked at him, trying to come up with something to say. Finally, when it seemed as though neither would speak, Armin said, "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Eren frowned, confused, and stared down at Armin.
"Yes, I'll tutor you," he elaborated, smiling hesitantly.
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A/N:
Dedicated to Sweet jolly fucken ranchers for asking me to write this and asking me to upload it. She said there needs to be more Eren/Armin smut. I agree.
(PS. Sorry it's so short! It'll get longer. And excuse any grammatical errors. I've never been the best with punctuation.)