|A|N| I'll wing an update because I'm too lazy to update Snk Boys... Yolo.

|Story Starts|

The morning was early, and dark. Armins alarm clock rang loudly from the opposite side of the room. Armin groaned, rolling over onto his side. He had gotten barley any sleep the night before. He was in no mood for school.

"Turn it off."

You mumbled from underneath the blanket. Armin crawled over you and slipped out of bed. The wooden floor make a squeak responding to his pressure. He sluggishly moved towards the other side of the room and hit it with his palm, turning it off. He got back in bed and his under the covers.

"Y/N I don't feel so good today..."

You turned over to look at him, although it was too dark to see.

"Why, what's wrong?"

You began to rub his shoulder.

"I'm tired.... and my tummy doesn't feel good..."

"Awe."

You moved your hand and rest it on his hip. He inhaled sharply at the touch, although you didn't hear it.

"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so..."

"Well, if you think of anything just tell me."

"Thanks."

You sat up and got out of bed, floorboards shift at your wait.

"I'll tell your mom you're not going?"

"Yes, please. I'm sorry I'm making you go on your own today..."

"It's fine."

You mussed his hair.

"Get well soon."

You walked into the hall, closing the door behind yourself. Armins mom sat downstairs at the kitchen table, drinking her tea. She looked up at you.

"Armin coming down?"

She asked, then taping a sip of tea.

"No, he's feeling sick. He's gonna stay home."

"He's stayed home a lot this year. He should really be going."

You didn't respond. It was kind of a weird thing to answer. But that did make sense for why I never recognized him in my class for half the year. You grabbed a bowl, spoon, and your favorite cereal F/Cereal, then sat down across from Armins mom at the table.

"Y/N..."

"Hm?"

You looked up, mouth full of F/Cereal.

"I just wanted to say that.... Armin.... he's a sensitive boy... and he tends to get upset about things very often. You might not even realize it. He usually won't talk about it and.... so he goes and does stuff like saying he's sick."

You swallowed your cereal.

"You think he's faking sick?"

"I don't know. But he can't hide from his problems forever... staying home regularly had already dramatically impacted his grades in the first semester.... I think he's upset about something, could you try and talk to him, please? I really don't want him to regret all this staying home and bundled up emotions later..."

"Mm. I can go talk to him."

You got up.

"You don't have to go now?"

"No, no, I want too. Just don't touch my cereal."

You bolted up the stairs and made a turn towards Armins door. You knocked when arriving.

"It's Y/N."

You said, opening the door.

"Hey..."

Armin whimpered from underneath his pillow. You walked over and sat down on the bed. He turned over onto his back, looking at you tiredly. You caressed his warm cheek.

"You doing okay? I feel like you're upset about something?"

"I'm not..."

"Then what's wrong?"

You got up and closed the door, then getting underneath the covers with him.

"Tell me what's on your mind."

"I'm just a bit stressed is all."

His mom was right. He isn't sick.

"What's stressing you?

"Stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Stuffy stuff."

"Armin, you need to tell me. I want to help you. You're not alone."

You ran your fingers through his smooth hair.

"I don't wanna talk about it until I'm for sure, okay?"

"For sure about what?"

You kept pushing.

"Nothing. Just stupid emotional stuff."

"I know it's not stupid. You don't make fusses over stupid things."

"I already said I don't want to talk about it until I'm ready."

You sighed.

"Fine, but promise you'll tell me when you're comfortable."

"Okay."

"... You still not going to school?"

"I don't know..."

"I think you should go."

"Do you want me to go?"

"Yeah..."

"... A-alright then... only because you want me too..."

"Awesome, thanks."

You grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss on the nose. Though it was dark, you couldn't see him blushing furiously. He liked you, a lot. He felt like everything was out if whack. Could he really gave feelings for his best friend?

|To Be Continued|