|A|N| Armin dick is mine to keep. Shhhhhhhhhh. Guys I have to do a monthly favorites cause I find so much stuff I love in a month. I just want to share it with you guys. I should do it in my ask book.

|Story Starts|

"What, we're just joking around?"

You cooed. Armin looked hurt. I did go a bit far.

"I was joking. You were being mean. That hurt."

Armin slipped out of bed and crawled around looking for his clothes. Yup, he's still blind as a bat without seeing aid. You sat up.

"I'll help-"

"I don't need help."

You got up, regardless of his annoyance of your help.

"I said I don't need help."

He angrily stated.

"Just let me-"

"Stop."

"Let-"

"I said stop!"

"Jeez, what's got you all pissed."

"You're rude."

"Damn sassy boy. Someone's grumpy."

"Stop calling me names."

"Oh god, lighten up."

You knelt down beside him and gave him a hug. He shrugged you off.

"Don't be like that."

"You hurt me, so I'm mad."

"Well I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was only joking, I didn't mean to push that far."

"Yeah, like you always manage to do."

"Seriously, I just said sorry. Can't you just forget about what I said?"

"Nobody ever said I had to always forgive you."

"Please, this is our first official day as a couple. Let's not fight."

Armin stopped searching. That's right, you weren't just friends anymore, you were actually a thing.

"Oh... y-yeah."

"So when I make jokes about you jacking off to fantasies of me, I'm only joking. I'm not trying to hurt you. I love you."

"I know... I'm just a bit sensitive about the topic. Sorry... and... I love you too."

"Good. We're friendly again. Now, I think we need a bit more cuddles before getting ready for school. If it makes you feel any better I can't take off my pants too."

"No, please don't. It'll make me even more awkward."

"Fine, then just cuddles."

You tackled him down onto the ground with one big hug.

"Here!?"

"Shh, yes."

"You're a weirdo."

"Yeah but I'm your weirdo."

"True."

|Time Skip - Later On, Schools End|

Our cuddle session ended up going a bit longer than expected and we had to cut halfway through breakfast to rush to school. It was actually pretty fun. Kind of a cutesy-couple thing. I liked it. I hope he did too. All day I haven't been able to get him out of my mind. I'm so glad he asked me out. This opens the doors to so much more possibilities of what we could do. I'm just so excited to see where this takes us. We just need to cut down on the fighting. Then everything will be nice and smooth.

School had just ended, you and Armin were walking back to his house.

"So Y/N... I was thinking, now that we're official and all, we should maybe start doing more... couple activities."

"Like what?"

"Ah- um. I-I don't know. Like dates- no... well yes but- no. Just- well dates- agh."

"Okay, we can go on dates. What else?"

"Like maybe... look like a couple in public?"

"How so?"

"Well, like this."

Armin looked down and held your hand. Even he couldn't fathom what he was doing.

"Ah, physical actions. I didn't understand you at first."

"Y-Yeah... unless you don't like it!"

Armin let go of your hand and held it to his chest. You took it back.

"I like it. Do you?"

"Well yes, of coarse."

"Good."

You and Armin walked up the driveway to his house. Armin let go of your hand.

"Hey!?"

"Seriously, my mom will freak if she sees us. I won't hear the end of all the dating nonsense."

"Awe you're not even gonna tell her!? She's your mom! She would be so happy if you told her."

"Ew.... don't side with her. I'm not telling her."

"Then I will."

"Don't."

"Or what?"

"Or.... I'll punch you in the arm."

"Oh I'm terrified."

"Well I don't know what I'll do!? But I'll do something, so don't!"

Armin opened the door and walked inside.

"Home!"

"Armin, you didn't stop by this morning!?"

Oh yeah, shit. I forgot to tell him. Armin's mother came running down the stairs.

"Sorry that's my fault. I forgot."

You told her. She came down and gave Armin a bit hug. He ended up pushing her off.

"Mom stop, I'm not a baby."

"Well you act like one. We need to talk."

"You've already given me a thousand talks about me and all that other stupid stuff. I've heard it all!"

"Its about a few things. Maybe one involving that thing you signed up for."

What thing? You looked over at Armin. His expression had changed to something more worried.

"What?"

You asked.

"One minute Y/N, I'll be right back."

Armin and his mother walked around the corner and began talking. You got closer and listened in on the conversation.

"What about the school? What's they say?"

"They emailed back and said they wanted to give you a scholarship."

"Really!?"

"But the real question is, do you still want to go?"

"Yes! Of coarse I do!"

He exclaimed.

"But what about Y/N?"

"What about-"

Armin's heart literally broke in two.

"Oh... yeah."

"You'd better decide soon. I can't leave them hanging."

"I-I... now things have changed. I'm d-dating her now. I can't just leave?"

"Dating!?"

His mom shrieked.

"You guys are a thing!? Since when!?"

"Since yesterday- but I don't wanna talk about it. I need a bit of time to think. Don't say anything to them yet."

You heard Armin's footsteps and ran back to the front door.

"Hey."

He introduced the conversation, sounding quite depressed.

"What was all of that about?"

"Nothing, just another talk about my behavior."

"Wow, even now you're still lying straight to my face."

"I'm lying? No!?"

"Yes you are. I heard you guys talking about done scholarship!? Care to explain what that has to do with your behavior!?"

"You're ease dropping now!? God, I thought we were gonna be nice to each other!?"

"How is wanting to understand you and your life not being nice!? What the hell is with you lately!? Maybe you should be taking these damn pills your mom keeps talking about!? You're being a fucking spaz!"

Armin didn't respond. He only stood before you looking hurt. I guess I should go. This is too much. You turned around and ran back outside, slamming the door behind yourself. God, well it's true. He has been a freak out lately. But I haven't been handling it well enough either. We're both wrong. But it's his fault I'm wrong.

|To Be Continued|