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Armin flinched as he heard the door slam so hard that it rattled. He waited a moment before exiting his room, and his heart nearly shattered at the sight of his friend huddled on the floor, a hand over his injured face. So Armin did what Armin always does when someone is upset. He makes tea. He quickly shuffles over to the stove and puts a pot of water on. Then he immediately walks back, kneeling down by Eren and putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Hey, Eren… Are you alright?" Armin whispered, gently rubbing his friend's back. Eren looked up, his bright cerulean eyes red and murky, and the fire that was usually in them was gone.
"A-Armin…" Eren whimpered before throwing himself at Armin in a hug, the latter accepting it willingly. He remembered many times like this before, where a fight between Eren and his parents would leave him so emotionally broken that all he could do was just curl up next to Armin until the emotions faded. Armin readily welcomed these hugs; he'd do anything to make sure his friend was ok. And on top of that… Armin had always nursed a slight crush on Eren. Even with occasional crushes here and there, Armin could never fully get over his friend. So, any kind of hugs or cuddles Eren needed, Armin would give in a heartbeat.
Armin squeezed his arm, and Eren sniffed and shakily got up, understanding Armin's message and moving to the couch. Armin sat down and opened his arms, which Eren willingly crawled into. He immediately let loose a waterfall of tears, and held himself closely to Armin like a little kid, sheltering his bruised face.
"Shh…" Armin whispered, "It's alright… It's alright…" He continued rubbing his back, stroking his hair, and whispering condolences into his ear as the teapot cried, ignored, in the background.