Snk Various x Reader | Lemon

Chapter 15: Early Risers

The morning bell rang at its designated time. I was exhausted, more than ever. No words could describe how I felt that day. I crept over the still sleeping Armin and I tiptoed across the cabin floor toward my suitcase. I pulled out a grey sweater to throw over my white tank top, and I left my black and pink sweatpants on. You know, I've always wondered why nobody ever commented on my modern clothes. They looked vastly different from the clothes that the people from that time were wearing, yet nobody pointed it out. Maybe it was because I was unapproachable. Who knows? I slipped on my shoes and picked watch up off of the floor, then checking the time. There were about five minutes until breakfast was to start. I knelt down and hovered my face over Armin's. I tucked away a few stray hairs behind his ear. I really didn't want to wake him up but he did need breakfast. It's not healthy to go about a day without eating breakfast. So, I came to the decision that I would bring him breakfast.

I quietly exited the cabin and ran down the pathway, leading to the mess-hall. Once I arrived, I ran up the stairs and onto the porch. I went inside and grabbed two trays. "Hungry much?" a familiar voice called out from behind me. I turned around to see whom the catty remark came from. It was Jean, that asshole who locked Armin out the night prior.

I scowled at him and said, "I'm getting some for Armin. I let him sleep in."

"What? Oh, so that's where he went. I can imagine he might be tired after a hot night with you."

"Jean, control yourself. It wasn't like that. I gave him a place to rest after you decided to lock him out of your cabin."

"I won't tell if you don't."

I presumed that he was mentioning the incident that occurred last night. He wouldn't tell on Armin for sleeping over in my cabin if I didn't snitch on him for what he did, which caused Armin's sleepover. I weighed out the pros and cons to doing so and came to the conclusion that keeping quiet was probably the right thing to do, not only for me but Armin too. "It's a deal. If I hear about a single word from you, I'll make your life a living hell," I threatened. "Alright, alright. I get it, sheesh. You need to relax, you know. Take the stick out of your ass," he replied rudely.

Once I ended the conversation with another dirty look, I got mine and Armin's food and I sat down at my usual table. As I sat down, I began to realize that my life was changing. I finally had someone I could call a friend. I tried to eat as fast as I could so that I could get Armin's breakfast to him as quickly as possible. I didn't want his food to get cold. I then started to make my way outside, through the chaos, with the food. I snuck swiftly through the crowds of people and then through the door. I walked cautiously up the hill and around the winding trails, leading to my cabin.

I jogged up the stairs and onto the porch, then quietly and cautiously opening the door which made a small creaking sound. I gently closed it behind myself and placed Armin's tray of food on the nightstand beside the bed. I sat down on the side of the bed, towering over Armin. I could not refrain myself from running my fingers through his hair. I ended up waking him. His eyes opened slowly and he was looking at me. The blue glimmered in the brightly lit room. "Morning," I said with a smile.

"You skipped breakfast, so I brought you food."

He sat up quickly and looked lively as ever.

"What?!"

"Calm down, we're not cutting into class time, I promise. I just ate fast," I assured him. He put his hand on his chest, using the other behind him for stability. "Thank goodness, you gave me quite the fright," he chuckled. I turned around, grabbed the tray that I had brought, and lay it on his lap, receiving a rewarding smile from him.

"Thanks."

"It's nothing. I just thought you needed the sleep. Last night was... you know, rough."

Little did I know, saying this had totally ruined the mood. Armin looked down at his lap and grabbed his spoon, mushing it around in the concrete flavored oatmeal. "It's fine, we don't have to talk about it if you're not comfortable," I reminded him in a soft tone. I sat cross-legged at the end on the bed, giving him some space. "Sorry. It's just something I haven't shared with anyone," he muttered.

"That's all okay. It's your decision in what you share with others and if you don't want to tell me then that's fine."

Armin looked up at me with a heartbroken look on his face. "Y/N, you don't understand how badly I want to explain things to you, it's just that this is really hard for me to talk about. It's hard to think about," he elaborated. I noticed his eyes starting to well up. "Oh, I see," I answered, still feeling a bit hurt for him.

"Thanks for bringing me breakfast, by the way," he said, lightening up the mood. I smiled and rubbed the back of my neck. "It was nothing," I replied bashfully. He ate and I watched him. The way his warm blue eyes shimmered in the light and how his skin was so porcelain, it made me tingle inside. "I'm full," Armin stated blandly. I looked over at the tray on his lap. He really didn't eat that much or even anything at all, from what I could tell. I wondered if he was starving himself and if I should have been concerned. I was about to point out the almost full plate of food on the tray to him but I didn't want to drag down his mood again.

"Your clothes are in my dryer and we don't have much time so could deal with these until lunch?" I asked, pointing to the clothes spread out across the floor. I had thrown them there the night before, during Armin's meltdown. "Sure, I like them better anyway," he told me, smiling sweetly. "Alright, I'll leave you to it," I said to him as I got off of the bed.

"Oh, and you can borrow the other pair of shoes I have. I'll be sitting on the porch."

"O-Okay, thanks."

I walked out, letting the door swing shut behind me. I sat down on the porch, cuddling up to the wall of the cabin. The grass in the distance was covered in bluish-white mist. It was getting increasingly colder outside, recently.

Not too long later, Armin joined me. He quietly shut the cabin door and sat down. He curled up beside me and rest his head on my left shoulder. "Thank you, Y/N," he whispered. I looked at him. "For what?" I questioned.

"For staying with me. Thank you for being by my side last night. Nobody has ever done that for me before and... and it felt nice. I don't think I've ever been able to go back to bed so quickly after that's happened. So seriously, thank you."

I did not answer right away. I first, thought about what he had said. I wondered if he really did appreciate me. All I did was sit beside him, I didn't really do much. But none of that mattered to me. As long as he was happy, I was also happy. "It was nothing," I replied. Then, the bell rang. It was time to go to class. I could've stayed in this moment forever.