NICE. (Eren x Reader)

PART 2

The following morning, you take Armin out to brunch, as promised. Jean tags along too, something about hanging out with the two of you being infinitely more entertaining than his genetics lecture. It doesn't seem like Jean knows anything about Armin and Eren's late night antics, so you don't bring it up yourself.

Oblivious, Jean chats your ears off as if nothing is awry. Whether he knows it or not, he does a great job of distracting Armin from his own thoughts. They both eat to their heart's content when you remind them you'll foot the bill; and you don't bat an eye when Jean convinces Armin to order his third round of pancakes. He deserves it.

Afterwards, Jean convinces the three of you to go window shopping with him in SoHo, claiming that he needed inspiration for his latest fashion assignment (you don't question why he's taking a fashion class as a biology major, but you suspect it has something to do with Mikasa). Window shopping soon turns into actual shopping, so almost completely unprompted, and with little effort on his part, Armin gets a few pieces of clothing on your behalf, while you try to ignore Eren's words itching at the back of your mind.

Armin's not a baby, but he certainly is a kid with a rough past and rough relationship with his parents at a time in his life where he arguably needs them the most. A little extra support from his friends wouldn't harm him.

It's nearing six when the three of you are wedged in a small booth inside a café, indulging in overpriced hot chocolate. Three sips into his second cup, Jean excuses himself to the bathroom, leaving you sitting across from Armin.

"You know, you don't have to keep buying me stuff to make up for Eren," Armin says, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I'm not trying to make up for him," you sputter, careful not to spill your drink over your lap, "You had a rough night. Just accept my gifts, don't be a brat."

"I do accept them. Erwin's been eyeing that Off-White sweater for, like, three weeks now. He's gonna have a hissy fit when he sees me wearing it." You chuckle, and he continues, "But you know, as much I love spending time with you, you can't use me to avoid Eren forever."

"I'm not avoiding him," you frown.

"You said you were going to take us to brunch, and then spent the whole day with us."

"Funny, I recall you saying something about how much you love my company about thirty seconds ago."

"He's called you at least ten times today."

"I was spending the day with my favorite NYU student... and Jean," you bat your lashes, "I see you maybe once a week. I live with Eren, I have to see him every day."

Armin calls your name with a pout, "He's sorry, you know."

"Not sorry enough," you mumble. Armin opens his mouth to say something again, but then Jean's sliding back into the booth, chatting about how he's finally come up with the perfect anniversary date for Mikasa.

Armin doesn't notice your sigh of relief, but he does take note of the way you wipe away your notifications when a text rings through. If Eren could spend his days running away from his problems, then you could, too.

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Despite being arguably the greediest of you all, Jean loves company, so he doesn't hesitate to say yes when you ask to crash at his place after your shopping escapades. You expect to be welcomed with sounds of screaming, laughter, and loud music, but to your surprise his apartment is completely silent upon your entering.

"Bertholdt has class and Marco has a meeting," he prompts, as if he could read your thoughts. He shimmies his coat off his shoulders and tosses it over the bar in the foyer.