geek | armin arlert

tutor slash fake boyfriend

"shut up and look like you're into me."

you said this through excruciatingly irritated clenched teeth while leaning in, not expecting much from this half-assed intimate moment considering it'd been on one hell of a whim, one to get porco galliard off your ass. this past week was spent completely ignoring birdbrain, though he continuously pushed for a relationship that had never even been serious. at least not to you.

he was only a chess piece in the grand scheme of things, though considering how inhumane that sounded, you never admitted it to his face. having said that, after the nuisance he's proved himself to be lately, that might be the hot topic of the next conversation.

"pretend i'm saying something super flirty."

so now, acting on this late minute idea of an awkward study date between two highschool sweethearts, you squinted an eye open to scope out the enemy like a sniper. grabbing armins hand in plain sight, so obviously a ploy, but both boys seemed to be equally as shocked frozen in place.

one was shocked at the close acquainted sight, having somehow expected loyalty even with no labels and a fresh rejection. that and the choice of boytoy, not the usual cheer squad victim, more of the kind to spend hours in a comic book store than converse with any type of lady.

the other was shocked by the complete 180 in attitude, from princess sarcasm to betrothed. well, a reach, but close enough.

throwing your head back and letting out the fakest laugh you could muster, it wouldn't take much to convince that apeshit moron, "you are so funny babe, seriously, you're like hilarious."

blood instantly rushes to every part of armins body at the petname being ignorantly thrown around, "babe?"

this caused a brutal squeeze to his pale, barely functional hand. it was practically mush under this entanglement, along with every other part of him, "play. along."

"haha, yeah, you're...very pretty."

on his part it wasn't much of a reach, or a whim, but he was as stiff as a rock while mustering it out. completely lost, only mindlessly following the orders given to appease you and keep this moment long lasting.

"relax, shakespeare." you fake a giggle while whispering that last part. scooting closer to really sell this terribly planned sight, your forearm subtly brushes against his, causing a small squeak.

using your peripheral vision, porco was still staring, jaw tight as a nut crackers. the expression was unreadable, but after a few painstakingly long seconds, he turned and walks toward the exit. fists clenched and ready to punch the next unfortunate bottom feeder that breathes wrong in the halls.

you instantly retracted from armin's personal bubble, shuffling back into the seat carelessly as if this whole situation couldn't be helped, "sorry, crazy ex, or something like that."

he was almost awed at how casually you'd been acting after sharing such an intimate moment. now, taking out a blue highlighter to sniff, he decided you'd been quite the woman all these years. the idea of you being heedless wasn't far off, though the newfound ignorance was insane.

but now, upon turning to inspect the silent young man, he'd been sheepishly staring at you; wide eyes, gaping lips, terrible excuse for casual.

you hated to admit how adorning the innocence was, shockingly. someone becoming so worked up over a mere touch of the hands was so rejuvenating compared to the average guys these days who believed they were sex masters. sure they paraded that but they couldn't find the g-spot for their life.

stupidly allowing the intrusive thoughts to win, your body leans in again this time much slower, going against the restraint your mind had. keeping intense eye contact, a soft touch to the arm was all it took for the boy to fidget. pupils dilated even more as they darted from lips to eyes with the close proximity became absolute.