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TW: a lot of making out.
After a while of laying down with Armin, he asked if you wanted dinner. You both ate and then quickly went to bed. The next morning, you woke up before he did. It was the first time that had happened. What you didn't know, was that this was the first night he's gotten good rest. The past nights he had been worried about you and would wake up early—scared you'd do something rash.
Once again, he was a few inches away from you, wearing a soft, white t-shirt and light-colored sweatpants. He was so close, yet to you, he seemed so far. He slept peacefully and it looked like his mind was at ease. You missed seeing his pretty blue hues but were glad he was resting. Slowly, you scooted a little closer to him and gently tugged on his shirt with your fingertips. The sweet aroma of his cologne devoured you again. You couldn't resist and put an arm around him, smiling while you carelessly forgot about all your worries.
Shortly afterward, you went back to sleep. Enveloped by Armin's presence, you found yourself dreaming about lovely things. About an hour or two passed with you and Armin cuddled together in the same bed when Armin finally woke up. He slowly opened his eyes, only to find greater happiness awaiting him in the world past his dreams. Seeing you hold him so tight, so softly, almost made him squeal. Even as an adult, he tended to get the feelings of a teenager first falling in love when it came to you.
He shifted his body and hugged you back, wrapping you closely in his arms. The bright morning sun lingered through the window, so he couldn't go back to sleep. However, he couldn't get himself to get up either. Instead, he stared at you like a creep. His eyes followed every visible inch of your skin and traced the pretty patterns of your hair too. Soon after, you woke up again.
"Ah, so you're finally awake," you told him through a yawn.
"What do you mean?" he laughed a little. "I was awake before you."
"No, not this time!" you teased. "I woke up a little earlier and went back to sleep, that's all."
"Ah, ok," he said sarcastically.
"I'm being serious!"
"Of course you are."
You rolled your eyes, but you weren't annoyed. In fact, you were hiding a small smile threatening to turn into a laugh at any moment. Before it could turn into one, you jolted up and turned your head away, finally getting up. "I'm gonna use the bathroom, wait for me... to make breakfast I mean."
"Okay," Armin agreed, still in bed.
You did your not-really routine morning routine then let Armin use the restroom. Once he was done, the two of you stepped into the kitchen. "What would you like?" he asked charmingly.
"I want," you innocently stepped closer to him and checked him out lewdly, "you to let me help you make breakfast!"
He couldn't hide the disappointment on his face when what you said wasn't "you" but nevertheless, he remained smiling. He chuckled at himself and said, "Alright. What do you want us to make?"
