Depollute me (Arumika)

｡:☆Disturb the comforted:☆｡

Armin was woken up from the rays of light emitting from the sky, his dull eyes taking in all the light in the room.

He took a quick look at the clock next to him, '7:14 A.M.', a small sigh was let out, he twisted his body to sit at the edge of the bed, he looked back at the pillow, it was stained with blood and tears.

Armin lifted himself off the bed, a sharp pain set in his wrist, he sat back down, holding his wrist, his face twisting in anger from last night.

"It's always me...Isn't it." He murmured, he carefully got up off the bed, keeping his wrist confined to his side.

Rummaging through the trash bags, Armin pulled out some clothes and headed into the bathroom, the bright white light illuminating the room, he closed the door, he stared at the mirror before him, his face full of purple, blue, red, and yellow marks, a cut on his bottom lip.

He looked away disgusted at himself, he placed his clothes down on the counter, turning on the water, steam filled the room, he removed his clothes and entered the shower.

His back faced the hot water, stinging him due to the cuts he got, he sucked in harsh breath, he quickly turned to face the water, he used his toiletries he brought in his car before the argument happened.

Armin was highly cautious with himself, he turned down the heat of the water, he remembered what Mikasa said to him.

'When dealing with cuts, wash carefully and thoroughly with lukewarm water.'

Armin allowed the lukewarm water to run down his back, occasionally rubbing his back gently, he was relaxed for the first time, he was finally at peace with his body, his mind, but not his heart.

His heart still yearned for Mikasa, but it would ache anytime he thought of her, he would make random scenarios about him and Mikasa, most of them include him coming out to her and Mikasa not taking it well.

It was hurtful for him to think that, but he wanted every possible scenario to be played out so he would know what to say.

Armin was finally done showering, the mirror was fogged up, he grabbed on of the towels provided by the hotel, wrapping it around his chest, using his uninjured hand, he wiped the mirror as best as he could.

He still had his long hair, it was down to his upper back, there was a pair of scissors sitting by the sink, he remembered when he was back at the Jaeger's, how he saw a pair of scissors sitting in the same way these ones are siting in.

Armin carefully lifted the scissors, he reached for a lock of hair with his injured wrist, with a weak grip, he pulled it to the front, opening up the scissors, lining it up to where he wanted to cut it.

'Can I really do this? It's so...nerve wracking.'

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A lock of blonde hair fell into the sink, Armin looked down at it, a wave of shock washed over him, reaching for another lock, he cut it again.

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Armin started to cut more hair, piece after piece, hair after hair, he cut as much as he wanted, added minimal amounts of layers, he ended up with what looked like a bob, he tussled around with it, making it look good to his satisfaction.

"There was no one to stop me." Armin touched his face, leaning closer into the mirror, for a while, he felt free, this was his freedom, after so long, maybe even a small haircut like this can emit such happiness to a person like Armin.

Gathering all the clumps of hair that landed in the sink. It was a start to his change, he liked that.

Throwing away all the hair and grabbing a spare towel for his hair, Armin grabbed his clothes from the counter and threw them on the bed, he looked over in the floor to where his binder laid, he wasn't too sure if he wanted to put it on.