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Cooking

It was the next day, and armin and eren were currently in the kitchen, staring inside the fridge, not knowing what to do.

They had gotten a lot of food, more than what they needed actually. So now they didn't know what to cook. Eren suggested that they go out, but Armin didn't want to waste anything.

"Eren, you know we're gonna have to go through all of this?" Armin said, putting a hand on his hip, tilting his head the the side.

"Yes, but that's so much!" Eren said with a whine.

"Don't be lazy, eren."

"I'm not being lazy!"

They started to unpack the fridge, looking at all the food they had, and they settled with a simple struggle food that they had gotten, spaghetti and garlic bread.

This was the two boy's favorite meal, they suggested it to the staff at their orphanage everyday. And the staff let them make their own and give it to the other kids.

The kids at the orphanage adored when Eren and armin cooked for them, even though it was mostly Armin, and eren just help with the sauce.

"Eren can you put the stove on like..350? The water needs the boil." He said, quietly, still picking at the garlic bread box, trying to open it.

"Alright!" Eren called, going to put the stove to the temperature Armin said.

He liked taking orders from Armin in the kitchen, it was a nice feeling. He loved watching Armin cook. He always got in his serious mode, and Eren thought it was adorable.

He watched with his arms behind his back while Armin opened the box of noodles throwing all of them in the pot. The way his hair framed his face as he bent down, picking up the excess noodles that fell on the ground, made him look like an angel. It wasn't like he was posing or anything, he was just picking up noodles, but he looked so..pretty, is what eren would say, while doing it.

"Eren? Is there something wrong?" Armin said.

Eren was once again caught staring. His cheeks heated slightly and his arms came down to his sides. "No, nothings wrong." Eren said.

Armin had a confused expression on his face, making eren worry, but Armin brushed it off and he was fine.

"I was thinking if we don't finish this, we could go and give some to my parents." Armin said, and erens face turned pale like a ghost.

"Or, you could go give some to your parents. I don't need to go." Eren was sweating at this point.

"Oh c'mon eren, their not that bad." Armin said, turning around, going to pour the water out of the pot. "Can you give me the sauce?"

Eren passed him the sauce with a nervous face. "Yeah, not that bad to you! But you know what happened the last time I saw your parents!"

Armin laughed at the memory, it was erens first time meeting armins dad, he had gotten adopted only a month before.

In conclusion, eren ended up having to clean the whole kitchen.

"We were 13, get over that." Armin said, a smile still on his face.

"Yeah yeah, ok."