Okay so
I give up on chapter names and I mean-- why the hell do you guys actually continue to read this trash omg I suck so much at writing x'D
"Armin" A familiar voice bluntly called out. He turned around and saw Annie. "Hm?" He responded, titling his head a bit to the side. "Where were you" he asked in a deep tone.
"I was... With Eren, why?"
"You were supposed to meet me behind the girl's cabin for fighting stances."
Armin became fidgety and looked at his feet "S-Sorry Eren kind of convinced me to stay and..." He apologized. "Whatever, We'll go now then"
"Ah... Okay I guess" he agreed before Annie grabbed the blond by his wrist roughly.
They walked to the girl's cabin silently, not a word exchanged between them.
Once they got to the back, Annie spoke, "Show me what you can do so far."
"As in...?"
"Your fighting stance." She said in an annoyed tone.
"Oh, right" he nervously chuckled before lifting up his arms, pinning them to his chest and putting his legs together.
"What the hell is that?" He asked as she tried her hardest not to break out into laughter, "By doing that, about the only thing you can do is go into a fetal position on the floor."
Armin stuck his tongue out and crossed his arms arms like a child in a playful way.
"Alright, now" She walked behind the blond and gripped his forearms, positioning them about two inches away from his chest, the right arm was slightly higher than the left. Armin felt a bit uncomfortable considering how close she was to him, he could feel her breathe on his nape which made his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.
"Now tighten your fists" She ordered before Armin did as he was told. "Good. See, now you can somewhat block punches to the stomach, rib cage and possibly abdomen if you have fast reflexes. Armin nodded "what do I do with my legs?"
He asked. "Spread them apart."
He paused for a second, trying not to laugh before he soon nodded and followed his order. "Don't spread them horizontally, spread the vertically. "Oh" he said before fixing his mistake, looking like he was about to do a split. "Not that much you idiot."
"Well you could have told me." He said in a bit of an embarrassed voice.
"Take the foot your most comfortable with that's to the back and go on your toes."
He nodded. "Leave the foot in the front flat. By lifting your foot, it'll be faster to kick."
She stood in front of the boy and looked him up and down.
"Looks pretty good."
Armin gave a grin and went out of his stance.
"Thanks, Annie."
"whatever. By the way, it all kind of depends on your strength if you want to win a fight. The stance is only a small part. Anyway, G'night." She explained as she walked threw the back door of the cabin.
Armin's jaw slightly dropped.
"I'm so screwed tomorrow" He breathed to himself.
•Time skip•
"Morning, Armin." You smiled at him, placing your tray on the table as you sat in front of him.
"Morning, Y/N" he breathed.
"Something wrong?"
"Eh... We have to fight in training today and... I'm not strong enough to do that." He replied as he looked down at his soup, stirring the spoon around.
"'Not strong enough'?" You repeated.
He nodded without looking up.
"Armin listen, you're strong in your own way, Kay?" You said softly, placing your palm on his cheek as he nudged against it. "Your just saying that" He quietly murmured. "No I'm not" you assured as you caressed his jawline with your thumb. You could feel the boy's cheeks heating up. "you should finish your food. You need your energy, yeah?"
He nodded as you pulled your hand away from his cheek before his picked up his spoon and took a small sip of soup. "It tastes like dishwater."
"It probably is" You chuckled. He looked up at you, "Wheres your food?"
"I told Sasha she could have it" You shrugged.
"You need your food too you know."
"I think I can do without dishwater" You laughed.
Armin bit the inside of his cheek lightly, "Want to share?" He timidly offered. You looked at him for a moment until you opened your mouth again, "N-No that's not necessary" you said with a nervous chuckle.
"Your training too, you need to eat as well."
"Really, it's fine. I had a bite of my bread before I gave my food to Sasha."
"C'mon" he replied.
You gulped, "fine."
He pushed the bowl onto the middle of the table and began to scoop the soup into his spoon before you started as well.
It was just silence other than both of you slurping the soup and the chatter of other comrades around the room.
"Hey," you said as Armin looked up at you, "Wanna try something?"
"Ah...Sure?" He shrugged.
"Open your mouth."
Armin's slightly lowered his jaw and furrowed his brows skeptically before you shoved a spoon full of soup into his mouth. He quickly swallowed "that's gross that was your spoon" he scoffed
"So? I'm not sick"
The boy looked the side and perched his lips. "Now do it to me" you said, opening your mouth. Armin slowly lifted the spoon and put it in your mouth, resting it on your tongue for a second or two before tilting it forward. You swallowed the soup and smiled at him. He blushed and avoided eye contact with a nervous chuckle. "This was a weird idea" He said.
You shrugged, "it brings us closer as best friends."
It took all you had to say that word, but you didn't want the boy to be creeped out and you kind of panicked. His heart practically shattered as he gave a fake smile back.
Okay but like I had my mind in the gutters the entire time I was writing the soup part
