𝙎𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙮 𝙏𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧 [𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

09|𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲

⚠️Dont say ANY spoilers in my comments please⚠️

Y/N's POV:

I woke up to the smell of something sweet. I sit up and look around.

Right, I'm in Armins room. His bed sheets smell so nice. Like vanilla and strawberries. The last thing I remember from yesterday was watching fruits basket with him.

I get up from the bed and I walk to the kitchen. I see Armin in an apron flipping a pancake.

Now this is a sight that I'll never forget.

"Morning Armin," I yawn as I make my way to behind him.

"So you're finally up, sleeping beauty,"

I blush and the name he just called me and stand on my tiptoes to look over his shoulder.

"Whatareyoudoing," he says awfully fast.

"Nothing, just looking at what you're making". I innocently respond. I look at him and he is bright red. What is it now?

"Y-you're breathing down m-my neck Y/N..." Armin says in a high pitched, uneven voice.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my bad." I say as I move back.

"N-no it's not that I don't like it- I mean i-i like it, wait no that sounds kinda weird- i d-do like it don't get me wrong-"

"So you like it when I breathe down you're neck?" I say seductively with a smirk on my face, taking advantage of the moment.

"I- y/n how about we have some pancakes?" He says changing the subject.

"Ok sir,"

I make my way to the breakfast bar and he places a whole stack of pancakes with loads of strawberries in front of me.

"Woah- Armin... This looks so good" I say.

"Hehe it's nothing much," he humbly says as he brings his plate over.

He only had 1 and he gave me 7.

"ARMIN?!" I yell.

"whats wrong? If you dont like pancakes I can make something else, like eggs, or a sandwich, or I can take you out to eat somewhere like starbucks or something. I'm so sorry I assumed you just liked panca-" he says all flustered before I shut him up.

I put a finger on his lip and look at him. Of course, he is in a blushing state. I'm doing so well.

"Calm down Armin, take deep breaths. I just wanted to give you three of my pancakes, so we have the same," I say in a soft tone.

"Y/N, it's ok. Enjoy your food. One is enough for me. If I wanted more I could just fry more," he says with a reassuring smile.

"There is no batter left," I say with a straight face (😐)

"Look, you've already finished yours and I haven't even finished one. Here, take three," I explain as I place them on his plate with my knife and fork.

His kind self put them back on my plate so I look him in the eyes.

"In that case... Open your mouth". I demand.

"W-what? W-why. What are you doing..." he questions.

"Just do it."

He opens his mouth slightly and then I cut a generous piece off one of my pancakes.

"Here comes the airplane... Zwoosh" I say as I put the fork in his mouth. He turns bright red and then looks away.

"I'm not a baby..." he quietly says as he looks to the other side of the kitchen.