[SnK] EreMin HSAU; breaking in (is easier than breaking out)
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin
Pairing: Eren/Armin
Content/Warnings: High School AU/none
Word Count: 400
There was someone in the house.
The thought registered before Armin had finished closing the textbook. He blinked unconcernedly, the print on the page having transferred itself to the dark of his eyelids. A cup of coffee had been left for him on the table but it was tepid, the milk glazing over the surface. It wasn’t hard to guess who had made it. Armin’s grandfather was abroad and Eren’s father let him do as he liked; which generally meant that when Eren wasn’t at school or on the courts, he was at Armin’s.
The evening gloom told of how long Armin had been studying. Exam season was taking its toll and he was forgetting to take care of himself properly. Little things like coffee were Eren’s way of saying ‘give it your all; I’ve got your back’. And from the kitchen, a clattering of pans announced that dinner was being made.
On legs stiff after being stuck in the same position for hours, Armin shuffled over. Eren looked up from the chopping board with a smile, eyes only momentarily flicking over the still full cup in Armin’s hand.
“I didn’t notice,” Armin replied sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“You were totally in the zone,” Eren agreed.
To anyone else it might have sounded teasing, but Armin knew Eren well enough to decipher the acceptance and understanding there. Because Armin wasn’t the only one working hard. Eren was aiming for a sports scholarship, and the hours he put into practice had chased away the last of any lazy days. Even so, Armin felt the guilt of being a bad host. Eren refused to relinquish the vegetables, so Armin tended to the rice and, comfortably bumping in that small kitchen, they soon rustled up an edible stir fry.
They ate side by side, plates balanced on knees and with the television lighting up the darkened room. Warm food loosened tongues; Eren raved about his upcoming match and Armin confided his worry about the Biology paper. Once finished eating, they knew they should clean up, but all the tension and energy had melted in the space between them, and they sat talking like that for some time after. Armin leant his head against Eren’s shoulder.
“Thank you,” Armin said.
Eren nudged him. Armin lifted his head quizzically, and Eren claimed his lips in a kiss familiar and comforting.
It was a reminder that any frustration they felt now would be worth it in the end.
They were going to make it in this world together.
Pairing: Eren/Armin
Content/Warnings: High School AU/none
Word Count: 400
There was someone in the house.
The thought registered before Armin had finished closing the textbook. He blinked unconcernedly, the print on the page having transferred itself to the dark of his eyelids. A cup of coffee had been left for him on the table but it was tepid, the milk glazing over the surface. It wasn’t hard to guess who had made it. Armin’s grandfather was abroad and Eren’s father let him do as he liked; which generally meant that when Eren wasn’t at school or on the courts, he was at Armin’s.
The evening gloom told of how long Armin had been studying. Exam season was taking its toll and he was forgetting to take care of himself properly. Little things like coffee were Eren’s way of saying ‘give it your all; I’ve got your back’. And from the kitchen, a clattering of pans announced that dinner was being made.
On legs stiff after being stuck in the same position for hours, Armin shuffled over. Eren looked up from the chopping board with a smile, eyes only momentarily flicking over the still full cup in Armin’s hand.
“I didn’t notice,” Armin replied sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“You were totally in the zone,” Eren agreed.
To anyone else it might have sounded teasing, but Armin knew Eren well enough to decipher the acceptance and understanding there. Because Armin wasn’t the only one working hard. Eren was aiming for a sports scholarship, and the hours he put into practice had chased away the last of any lazy days. Even so, Armin felt the guilt of being a bad host. Eren refused to relinquish the vegetables, so Armin tended to the rice and, comfortably bumping in that small kitchen, they soon rustled up an edible stir fry.
They ate side by side, plates balanced on knees and with the television lighting up the darkened room. Warm food loosened tongues; Eren raved about his upcoming match and Armin confided his worry about the Biology paper. Once finished eating, they knew they should clean up, but all the tension and energy had melted in the space between them, and they sat talking like that for some time after. Armin leant his head against Eren’s shoulder.
“Thank you,” Armin said.
Eren nudged him. Armin lifted his head quizzically, and Eren claimed his lips in a kiss familiar and comforting.
It was a reminder that any frustration they felt now would be worth it in the end.
They were going to make it in this world together.