|A|N| Guys I just am sitting. Lots of sitting. Yes.

|Story Starts|

|Time Skip - One Month Later, February|

Another month failed. I still haven't managed to convince Armin. He just won't go back. It's annoying. You were currently sitting in the living room watching some television.

"Y/N!"

Armin yelled from the top/bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah!?"

"Could you come here p-please!?"

"Why, whats wrong!?"

"Just come!"

You got up off of the couch and sighed. What does he want? Why can't he just come here? You jogged up/down to where Armin sat on the stairs. He lay in discomfort at the top/bottom in a weird position. His face had a stressed look placed to it. You sat down beside him.

"Whats wrong?"

"Y-You know how I told you about that thing a month ago?"

"What thing?"

"How I feel- ah."

He closed his eyes and moaned in painful pleasure.

"T-That I feel reaaly.. w-weird everyday-hah!"

He arched backwards and held onto the railing above him.

"Yeah?"

"It's- it's gotten really bad over the past month... i-it's really bad right now- ngh.."

He groaned loudly.

"You've felt like this before and you didn't tell me!? I thought you said you would!"

"I-I didn't want you to feel bad... but... I really need help right now... ouuuww."

"What can I do for you?"

Your tone lowered to something more compassionate.

"I c-can't move, everything feels so much more sensitive today... please help me up/down the stairs."

"Alright, we can go to the living room."

"Y-yes, please..."

You bent down and he threw and arm around your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his waist and hoist him up. All of his weight was on you. He couldn't stand on his own. His legs shook rapidly, trying to find balance on the floor.

"Ah- Y/N! Everything feels so terrible!"

He cried.

"It'll be okay. We'll find something that helps. I promise. Are you okay if I start going up/down the stairs?"

"Y-Yes, go slow."

You nodded and slowly began going up/down, step by step. He whined and cried with every time his foot hit the floor. Once you finally made it to the main floor you pulled him over to the living room you had previously been sitting at, and lay him down on the couch. You sat down beside him and played with his hair.

"What kind of pain is it?"

"Not hurting pain, m-more like really pent up pain. Like something inside is clawing at me, trying to escape."

"Awe, I'm sorry. Well is there anything that could help? Ice, heat-"

"Definitely not heat... but maybe ice?"

"Alright. I'll get you some."

You got up off of the couch and Armin winced at the sudden change of pressure.

"I'm sorry."

"I-It's fine."

He squealed.

You ran into the kitchen and got an icepack, then returning with said promised idem.

"This is even worse feeling then the time Eren gave me that pill."

He muttered as he dropped the icepack on his lower-self. He weeped in pain.

"Y/N it hurts so bad."

"Just lay there for a bit and let the ice numb it."

"That's not gonna help. I feel weird inside, you know, that feeling."

You let out a sigh.

"Well I don't know. There's not much I can do, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, don't be sorry. There's just something wrong with me. You had nothing to do with that."

He said, looking up at you sweetly.

"Is there anything else I can do?"

"I don't think so, but thanks- ah!"

He kept interrupting himself with moans and yelps. I feel terrible. I wonder if this is a thing? I mean this can just be some hormonal teenager phase, could it? I should go look on the internet, maybe I could find something that might help.

"I'm gonna go get my phone. I'll look up if theres anything else we can do to help."

"You think this would be on the inter.... int..."

"Internet?"

"Yeah."

"Yes. There's everything. There isn't anything that isn't on the internet."

"Weird..."

"Yeah, very."

You chuckled.

"I'll be back in a second. Don't even think of moving."

"I know."

Armin spoke, then coughed.

"Geez, we still need to find out about that too."

You said, walking away. Armin lay back and winced. Something was seriously wrong. This had been getting worse and worse. You grabbed your phone and jogged back up/down the stairs, back to the living room, located on the main floor. As you walked in you watched as Armin squirmed around uncomfortably. You sat down beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. He flinched at the sudden sense of touch. You pulled your hand off and let it hover.

"Sorry did I hurt you?"

"N-No... touch just makes everything feel even more.... weird down there."

"Oh, well sorry. I'll try not to touch you. How's that ice pack feeling?"

"Cold and unpleasant."

"Want it off?"

"Yes please."

You bent over and gently lifted the ice pack off of him, then throwing it onto the table nearby.

"Y/N can I have a kiss?"

"Isn't that going to make things worse?"

"I don't care. I just wanna kiss my- oh..."

"What?"

"I never actually asked you..."

"Asked me what?"

"Will you be my girlfriend Y/N."

Your heart pounded furiously. I've never been asked out before. This is all new territory to me. I mean I don't think it will change things? We already act like a couple.

"Of coarse."

"Now can I have a kiss?"

"Won't it make it w-"

"Could I please just have a kiss from my girlfriend?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Yes you can."

You bent down to his head level and placed a moderately quick kiss on his lips. He moaned, which quickly turned into a whine as he roughly gripped at his lower-half. He yelled in pain.

"I told you! It's worse now isn't it!?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Y/N I don't know what to do it hurts so bad!"

"Armin I don't know what to do either!"

"Just please, please help me!"

He cried out, tears streaming down his face. It could help but break your heart. I hate seeing him in pain.

"Please help me."

He kept repetitively crying out at you. You felt like crying.

|To Be Continued|