|A|N| Today I got these rad ass boots. They're black tie-up leather heels. Yes. Fucking amazing. I'll post a picture of them tomorrow. I also got new shades cause my old ones broke. Pic of them in the media cause I don't post enough of myself already.... No seriously though I feel like you guys are wondering who this dirty old perv called me is.

|Story Starts|

I knew Armin was home when I heard the front door slam shut. I guess I should just let him blow off some steam. He's not gonna want me to bombard him like a worried parent- speaking of. Armin walked into the living room and lay down on the couch, resting his head on your lap.

"Y/N I'm having a bad day."

"How so?"

"I said a bunch of cuss words, I have some horrible disorder and maybe a disease. I hate my life- except for you. I love you."

"Awe, I love you too and you actually swore? Never thought it'd happen. I wish I was there to see it... Ah- listen, don't think much about what you have. Just take your meds and try to live on. If things start getting rough just talk to me, I'll help you."

"I will, thanks for being here for me."

"No problem."

"But hey, I'm not that innocent you know. I swear in my head all the time. Especially when I'm mad."

"Alright tough guy, you're macho."

Armin giggled.

"I don't know what that means, but I know it has to be something sarcastic if it's coming from you."

"You got that right."

Armin smiled.

"Thanks Y/N, you just made my day a little bit better."

He pulled your face down to his and gave you a long, soft, warm kiss. It was perfect. He always knows how to do it just right. Once the kiss was finished the two of you gazed into each-others eyes.

"You're so pretty."

He flattered.

"Thanks. You're pretty adorable yourself."

"Thanks. H-Hey... I was wondering..."

"What?"

"N-never-mind! Nothing!"

"No what is it, tell me!"

You bugged him.

"Remember how a while back we planned to do... things, but we never got to because of you forgetting me and stuff?"

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering if we could maybe plan to do... that stuff... sometime when I'm not acting up."

"Of coarse. I'd love too."

"Really!?"

A beautiful smile lit up his face.

"Yes. Whenever you'd like. Just come and tell me. We can do it however you'd like."

"Seriously!?" Could I be the dominant one a-and sometimes you be the dominant one? I know it sounds a bit weird because the guy is always supposed to be dominant but... sometimes I just like to be submissive. I don't know... I guess I just like it because I know you'll be gentle with me."

"That sounds fine to me. I like being dominant anyways. You can just be your cute, submissive self. That's okay with me."

"But sometimes can I be the one on control?"

"Yes. Just don't get too aggressive."

You joked.

"As if I could ever!"

He chuckled back.

"I know you can. You just don't like to show it. Anyways, new topic. You interested in going out for some dinner?"

"Yes, please. I'm hungry."

"Good."

Both of you got up and began getting ready. I think I'm gonna tell him tonight. He needs time to freak out about it before there isn't any left. I know he'll be pissed and probably throw a fit. But it's better to tell him now rather than when it's too late. Who knows when it could all be over? He could disappear back into his own time right now. It terrifies me to think about that.

That's why I'm telling him. So he doesn't think I left him. I know what he's like. He'll at first think something wrong happened. Then after a few days, then weeks, and months, he'll think I left him because I didn't love him anymore. I don't want that. I know he's suicidal and I'm something that's helping him stay alive. I couldn't risk his life over a stupid decision. As if I ever would.

|Time Skip - Dinner|

I decided we'd go to the restaurant I took Armin to two years ago on his birthday. The waitress brought us our food and we began to eat.

"Armin."

"Hmm?"

"U-Uh... I have some bad new I need to tell you.... do you want to hear it now, or after we finish eating?"

"Nows fine."

He replied, now directing his full attention to you. It made it even harder to tell him.

"You have to promise not to freak out though... here. Just don't make a scene here. You can at home."

"O-Okay, I promise. What is it?"

"You're gonna hate me."

You mumbled.

"Y/N, what is it? What's wrong?"

"I um... I have to leave you... for a while."

"W-what do you mean?"

"My dad found out that the crystal I have in me won't last forever."

"How long do you have?"

"Probably until May or June. It'll take me back to my time or you back to your time, we'll get split up in the end."

"Oh..."

He sounded so sad. I want to just kill myself. I feel like breaking down and crying. I want to go home.

"I understand."

He said, voice cracking. Looks like he's on the verge of crying too.

"I guess we'll have to spend our time together in good ways. I wouldn't want to leave you with bad memories of me."

He calmly muttered. I can tell has mad. This sucks. This so sucks. We're both gonna be a mess.

|To Be Continued|