100 OTP Prompt Challenge

28. Hot Cocoa (Jean x Armin)

28. Hot Cocoa (Jean x Armin) > v <

'Nothing will happen if you don't settle down and work on it, Jean!' Those chiding words once again scolded the copper haired male, his procrastination seeming to dig him into a deeper and deeper hole. He had one night, from the current time of 6 pm to 6 am. 12 hours to complete a rather complex, three page paper about the topic of his choice. He, of course, believed animals would be an easy shot at an A. But man was he wrong.. "Jean, I can help you as much as you'd like.." The blonde poked his head from around the corner, sending the male a worried smile. "Would you like some hot cocoa?" His question was replied with a gruff sigh, the male's slender fingers rapidly slamming down on the keys of the keyboard. Within minutes, a steaming cup of hot cocoa was presented to the male, as well as a lovely assistant. "Just tell me what I need to do, ok?" "Mm.. Can you sort my research?" "Of course!" 

Hours passed, and the duo only had six hours to complete the horse-male's project. "Jean... A horse doesn't have seven legs..." Armin sighed, deadpanning at his tired boyfriend. "I know, I know.. I'm just *yawn* tired..." He groaned, glaring at the wall clock. 'Damn my procrastination'. "Would you like another cup of hot cocoa?" That question was answered by a perk from the copper haired horse. 

After about three hours, and about two more cups of hot cocoa, the paper was almost finished. The finishing paragraph.. The conclusion was all that was left. "Armin can you help me draw this paper-" The copper haired horse almost melted at the sight. On the floor, paper scattering around him, his blonde tresses flowed out around them, a small trail of drool falling from his pink lips was the love of his life. "Aww.." He murmured, picking up the frail boy and setting him in their bed. He wrapped the blonde up in the covers, pressing chaste pecks all around his face before setting back to work

Come 6 am, the sunlight woke up the blonde. He groggily sat up, rubbing his baby blue irises before glancing at the clock. He gasped, a hand raising up to cover his mouth. "Oh no! Its 6 am.. Hopefully he finished.." The blonde thought aloud, looking over and smiling at the copper haired male. He was asleep at his computer desk, the document where his paper was still up. It was, indeed, finished. Playing in the background, on loop, was a song the two had grown to adore; Confession by Coldrain. The boy rested the blanket over the other's shoulders, and walked out into the kitchen to brew some more hot cocoa.