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Laughter echoed through the girls' bathroom as Hitch, my best friend, revelled in mirth. Annie stood beside her in front of the mirror, glaring aggravated by Hitch's apparent amusement in her current situation.
"Wait, wait, hold on," Hitch wheezed between giggles. "So you're telling me Eren Jaeger, Mr 'I-can-take-on-the-world' himself asked you to give his friend, Armin, sex tutoring sessions? That's a new one even for you, Leonhart."
Annie narrowed her icy blue eyes at Hitch. A faint tic appeared at the corner of her jaw, a subtle sign of her annoyance. "If you're done laughing, please let me know."
"Oh! My apologies for finding amusement at the idea of you, the Lone Ice Queen, offering advice in the realm of sex. What's next, updating the Kama Sutra?"
Annie shook her head, a lock of her platinum-blonde hair cascading over her stern expression as she clenched her fists at her sides. Hitch's champagne-brown head was hunched over, shoulders shaking with laughter, slapping the counter of the sink. How and why she was friends with Hitch would forever be a mystery to her. "Can we drop it, Hitch? It's not like I signed up for this willingly."
"Bestie, all I'm saying is, you offering wisdom on matters in the bedroom is the equivalent of watching a cat teach a fish how to climb a tree."
Annie sighed, resigning herself to Hitch's relentless teasing and accepted defeat. "Whatever, but don't pretend like you wouldn't react the same way if Eren just randomly dropped something like this on you."
"Fair enough," she looked at her, a sly grin touching her lips. "But the fact that the whole thing got a reaction outta you of all people is still funny to me."
Annie flipped her off while Hitch blew her a kiss in response. "Speaking off, how's life after Bertholdt? You never really told me what went down between you two."
Ah, yes. Annie's ex-boyfriend. Her expression tightened momentarily as she pressed her lips into a thin line, avoiding Hitch's hazel-green orbs. The breakup wasn't dramatic or a grand enough spectacle to cause gossip on campus, but it did leave a lingering bad taste in her mouth and put Reiner in a complicated position since he was friends with both of them.
"We wanted different things," Annie answered, her tone measured. The clenching of her jaw was now more evident, her grip on the sink counter tightening. "That's all I can say about it."
Hitch, sensing the weight and disappointment in her tone, asked, "But like... are you okay though? You know you can talk to me about it."
Annie nodded stiffly acknowledging her friend's concern, her gaze focused on her reflection. Her eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, betrayed a fleeting vulnerability. "I'm fine. It's just one of those things but we move." She shrugged nonchalantly.
Hitch leaned against the sink counter, put her hand on her hip, and gave her a knowing look. "So, this proposal despite how... creative Eren's problem-solving skills are—"
"I hardly call sex tutoring a problem-solving skill," Annie deadpanned. "Not that Eren is any good in that department."
Hitch snorted at her remark. "Anyway, this proposal of his – is it really about helping his friend or are you trying to prove something to yourself," she asked, her tone now serious. "I mean, Bertholdt was your first and only serious relationship, and you did care and value him in your own way."
Annie paused briefly, pondering on Hitch's words. Her relationship with Bertholdt was without its faults and far from perfect, especially when communication was an obstacle for the both of them alongside Annie's tendency to self-isolate and withdraw emotionally.
As for Hitch's question; was it really about helping Eren's friend or did it subconsciously tap a part of her that craved the same connection she had with Bertholdt despite it being unconventional? Annie wasn't one to rebound or engage in stuff to distract her from her problems. She always strove to move forward and not look back.
Besides, she was only helping a friend of a friend. No harm done.
"I don't have anything to prove," Annie responded, her gaze shifting to meet Hitch's. "I've moved on and I will continue to move on. I'm sure Bertholdt has and will too. This sex-tutoring gig is just bizarre in my otherwise unproblematic life if anything."
Hitch hummed, accepting Annie's response. "Alright then. But if your sex-tutoring career flourishes, you better remember me."
Annie rolled her eyes, a hint of amusement softening her usually stoic expression. "Come on, let's head to class."
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Annie had always been a solitary figure navigating through the ebb and flow of college life, preferring the quiet comfort of her own company and getting lost in the music blasting into her ears through her sleek, well-worn earphones. The college campus sprawled around her, a mix of modern buildings and well-trodden paths. The scent of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of traffic filled the air.
She preferred having her social circle small, limiting it to having two friends; her ex-boyfriend and their mutual friend – though the current status of their friendship was uncertain.
But despite all that, Annie's life was pretty much low maintenance, drama-free and pretty average. It took a lot to surprise her or get any reaction out of her – the closest reaction you'd probably ever get outside for her apathetic and stoic expression was annoyance and confusion. So you can imagine the 180-degree turn her world took when Eren surprised her with his desperate offer to be a sex tutor for his friend.
Sex tutor – certainly not a phrase she expected to be thrown into her quiet world.
"Okay, I know this sounds a little unconventional—" Eren started.
"Unconventional?" Annie crowed; disbelief present in her tone. "Unconventional is when your GPS suggests taking a shortcut through Narnia instead of the fucking highway. What help could I possibly offer to your friend, Eren?"
Eren winced. She could tell that he was aware of the audacity of his request. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a nervous tic betraying his uncertainty. "Experience?"
"Why does that response sound like you assumed I've been sleeping around?" she narrowed her eyes at the dark-haired.
"Well... have you?"
Annie let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation settling in and closed the book she was reading. She crossed her arms, a subtle sign of her growing annoyance. "Eren, I will kick you so hard you'll lose your ability to have children."
Eren's eyes widened as he instinctively closed his legs. He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "Well, you've had sex, right?"
"Yes, what of it?"
"Then you have experience and are qualified to do me this one favour. I'll owe you big time if you agree."
Annie's piercing gaze bore into Eren's emerald orbs, probing the sincerity behind his words. Her mind raced, thoughts swirling in silent contemplation. "Owe me big time? What does that even mean?"
"It means I'll be in your debt. Whatever you ask of me, I'll do it in a heartbeat."
Her scepticism lingered, but the practicality of his offer wasn't lost on her. Annie let out another sigh, the tension in the air palpable. "What's in it for me really? I mean, you're asking me to put myself in a potentially awkward situation with your best friend."
Eren took a deep breath, his eyes earnest. "I know this is a lot to ask of you and you're free to refuse my offer. But I genuinely believe you'll make a difference for him," he told her. "He's been through a rough patch and I think you could at least offer him guidance. He's like a brother to me, and I wanna help him out."
Annie's sharp icy gaze softened slightly. She mulled over his words, internal thoughts wrestling with the practicality of the situation. If he was willing to go to such lengths to help out a friend...
Annie sighed relentlessly, feeling the weight of Eren's trust in her. "Fine... I'll do it. But you better hold your end of your bargain. Got it?"
Eren grinned, relief was evident in his eyes and the tension leaving his body. "Thank you so much, Annie. I promise you; it will be worth your while and you won't regret it.
"I better not," she deadpanned.
The soft hum of the city outside seemed to synchronise with Annie's contemplation as she stood in her apartment adorned in a white lace set consisting of lingerie and a thong. The open wardrobe cabinet offered her a myriad of options to choose from. She blew out some air, buffing her lips as she drummed her fingers against the side of the cabinet while her free hand was placed on her hip, unable to decide on what attire was appropriate for her "tutoring session."
There was a medley of distant traffic murmurs and occasional sirens from her window. The air inside her apartment carried a subtle warmth, juxtaposed against the cool breeze that sneaked in through the slightly ajar window.
Annie had gotten a hold of Armin's number from Eren and had been exchanging texts with him despite the frequency being less. Not much of a talker, she mused, finding an unexpected understanding in the quiet spaces between their messages.
Point was; Annie and Armin had agreed to meet each other at his place for their first session after just two to three weeks of texting.
She had seen him a few times around campus. He was quiet and mostly kept to himself whether he was with Eren and his friend group or by himself. His golden blonde hair, previously long to his neck, was adorned with a distinct bowl cut. His eyes mirrored the sky reflecting both innocence and intelligence. His fair skin was flawless untouched by the sun. He was shy but friendly and navigated through his social circles with ease. Though they had never interacted, he wasn't entirely a stranger to her.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered to herself before looking herself in the mirror. Annie knew she had a great body—an hourglass figure, voluptuous and firm. Her reflection stared back at her, a silent reminder of Hitch's insistence to show off her "sexy body."
As she stared into her reflection, she couldn't shake the absurdity of the situation she was in. She wasn't one to impress anyone because naturally, she never cared to impress anyone. But there she was contemplating on an image she wanted to project to a guy she had never spoken to and was helping out of obligation. This was new territory even for her.
Her eyes lingered on a pair of well-worn jeans and a plain white hoodie, hanging unassuming among the many pieces of clothing in front of her. It was simple, casual and familiar, so she opted for that option. After all, who was she impressing? She was just helping a friend of a friend. Not looking for a fuck buddy, she reminded herself.
After getting dressed, she pulled her hair into a low bun, leaving a fringe hanging around her face. Feeling satisfied with her look, she grabbed her phone and keys and exited her apartment with a feeling of anticipation and readiness for whatever madness awaited her at Armin's apartment.
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Armin's dorm on campus was tucked away in a serene corner, a modest collection of units that whispered an understated sophistication. Annie recalled her recent text conversation with Armin, where he mentioned how he preferred living on campus over living on campus since it proved to be easy and convenient. The proximity to lecture halls and libraries were within walking distance and it saved him the commuting costs as well.
Annie took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, standing before the door to Armin's room. "Here goes," she said to herself.
She raised her hand and the rhythmic sound of her knuckles meeting the door echoed in the hallway. Her heart was beating with anticipation and she could feel the goosebumps on her skin. A minute passed and the door swung open, revealing the person she agreed to help, standing tall before her.
Okay... he's taller than expected, she observed, though her composed demeanour betrayed no hint of surprise. Armin's appearance up close did not disappoint either. His fair features, framed by his neatly styled gold locks came into sharper focus. His attire mainly consisted of a simple blue buttoned-up cotton shirt and a pair of khaki slacks, simple yet smart and carried a quiet air of confidence.
"Hi, you must be Annie," Armin greeted her with a warm smile, breaking her from her silent observations.
Annie mentally shook her head and cleared her throat, maintaining her cool. "Yeah, you must be Armin. Eren spoke highly of you," her response was casual and steady.
Armin chuckled at her response and gestured for her to come inside. "Well, I hope he spoke well enough," his blue eyes reflected a friendly demeanour. "Come on in."