You plopped your suitcases to the ground as you entered your apartment, walking into the kitchen. You opened the fridge, grabbing some leftover food, and putting it into the microwave.
"Y/N, why did you leave your stuff in the middle of the floor?" Armin walked into the apartment after you, pointing at your suitcases laying flat on the ground.
"I was hungry." You answered, taking your food out of the microwave after hearing the beep. Armin shook his head before lifting your cases and rolling them to your room. "Thank you!" You yelled, mouth full.
"You're welcome." He said after returning to the kitchen. "Why are you so hungry anyway? They fed us on the plane."
"Damn, a bitch can't eat!?" You took a sip of water. "Them tiny little bags of pretzels don't count as food."
"It does to me." You looked him up and down.
"Figures." You playfully rolled your eyes, taking a bite out of your food.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Armin asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Nothing baby. You want a bite?" You raised your fork, hovering your hand under it and raising it in the air. Armin shook his head. You shrugged your shoulders, blowing on the food before sticking the fork in your mouth.
"So...?" Armin sat down at the island.
"So..." You repeated after him, throwing away your paper plate and washing your hands.
"Y/N," Armin called out.
"Yeah?" You grabbed a hand rag, drying your hands.
"Come here." Armin tapped the chair next to him. You walked over to him, propping yourself up and sitting on the island, in front of him.
"What's up?" You asked, playing with the back of his hair.
"I wanna talk." He looked up at you.
"About what?"
"About us. M-Me and you."
"What about me and you?"
"We had sex." You nodded.
"I know."
"D-Does that mean anything to you?" Your heart stopped. You knew exactly what Armin was talking about, your relationship status. He wants to be more than friends. You knew that he liked you but you were sure that he wasn't going to bring it up so soon.
"Whatchu mean, Armin? You were my first. I'll never forget that." You squeezed his cheeks before resting your hands in your lap.
"Yeah...but what does that mean...for us?" He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows.
"Whatchu mean? You want more sex or something?"
"No. That's not what I mean at all."
"Than what do you mean?"
"Me and you."
"Armin, what are you talking about?" You looked down at him. You could tell that he had something to say but he didn't want to say it. "Armin, you know you can talk to me, right?" He nodded. "Okay, so tell me whatchu wanna say."
"I just wanna know..." He paused.
"What do you wanna know, baby?" You ran your fingers through his hair.
"I kinda wanna know how you feel about me?" He looked up at you. You slightly widened your eyes, pausing your actions. The last thing you wanted was for things to be awkward between you and your roommate.
