Tired... (arumika music lyric angst) (COMPLETE)

Seasons

(Third person pov)

Mikasa carefully helped Armin up the stairs, she kept apologizing for living on the second floor of her apartment, Armin made sure to reassure her as much as he could.

Setting him down on the couch, Mikasa helped prop his legs up, leaning him back onto the pillows, Armin couldn't help but stare at Mikasa, the easy she was helping him, anytime they had a small skin to skin contact, a beat would skip in his heart.

"Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat if you'd like." Armin thought for a moment, he doesn't wanna ask for something too demanding, but he knows he hasn't ate well at the hospital.

"I could go for some potato stew." He hesitated, watching Mikasa's face, seeing if it could turn into a frown.

"Gladly, do you wanna watch something while I cook? I don't do well in silence, even while I'm cooking." Mikasa chuckled, even if she's a silent one, it doesn't mean she doesn't like a little bit of noise.

"Uh...yeah sure, I'm okay with that." Armin smiled, it's a weird quirk Mikasa has, but he doesn't mind it, a little extra noise to fill the apartment wouldn't hurt.

Mikasa switched on the TV, handed Armin the remote and started to make the stew, Armin found his favorite show, "Modern Family"

"I wish I could help you out Mikasa," Armin sat himself up better to watch her, "I don't wanna be a burden to you.." He whispered.

"It's okay Armin, I promise, let me make up for the time I left you alone in that forsaken hospital." Mikasa was quick to respond, not wanting Armin to feel upset.

Armin still kept his eyes on Mikasa, a comfortable silence fell between them, the sounds of the chopping, to the bubbling of the water, to the talks and actions from the TV, just seeing her do all this for him made his heartbeat increase, he felt like he could hear it in his ears.

While cooking Mikasa felt eyes on her, it didn't feel like daggers, but more or less loving and affectionate eyes, she would pretend to be interested in the show and turn back a couple of times, just to see Armin turn his head last second, his ears being a deep red.

Once done cooking, Mikasa grabbed two bowls, spoons, and a ladle, after pouring the stew into the bowls, Mikasa carefully walked over to Armin and hit sitting spot, Armin saw this and as best as he could, sat himself up, she noticed, placing the bowls down on the coffee table quickly, wrapping her arm around his torso and the other holding his hand, the both used their strengths to get Armin to sit up.

"Thank you, Mikasa." He said gratefully, Mikasa nodded, handing him his bowl of stew, he took it gracefully, he wondered where she was gonna sit.

Mikasa sat down on the floor, her bowl of stew in her hand, Armin didn't want her to sit on the floor, so as best as he could, but in the process of that, he spilled a portion of the stew on his shirt and pants, some of which seeped in through the cracks of the button up, a small hiss escaped through his lips, Mikasa quickly looked up to see Armin, his face wincing.

"Let me take that from you, are you okay?!" Mikasa got up, took the bowl out of his hands, ran to get a cold damp rag.

"Where is it at?"

"It's...down my... shirt." Armin said embarrassed, Mikasa's cheeks turned a light shade of red.

"Do you mind if..."

"Not at all."

Mikasa sat on the edge of the couch, setting the damp cloth on the table, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, this would've been awkward if someone were to bust through the door, running her hand to Armin's back, she lifted him slightly to allow the shirt to naturally slip off his shoulders, seeing the red marks from where the stew hit, she quickly placed the rag over the marks.