❝ OPERATION ONE ❞
warnings: sexual content. a bit.
[ please skip if uncomfortable ]

"What do you want to be after we graduate?"

Armin asked between kisses—and ragged breaths, as he cupped your breasts with his calloused hands. You clenched your eyes closed, trying to suppress your moans. What if someone hears you? That would be scandalous. Awkward. Embarrassing.

"A-Are you sure—" You're choking on your saliva. "—that this is the right time to ask me that?"

He sucked a sensitive spot on your neck, feet stepping on your prom gown as he pressed you more onto the wall. You don't have the energy—nor the right state of mind—to push him off. You felt the warmth of his body, that calming sensation it radiates that never fails to put your body at ease. Who wouldn't like that, right?

"A-Armin..."

"Shh," He looked at you softly, smiling. "Someone might hear us."

That smile! That damned smile!

Nodding, you bit your lower lip, only to make low-pitched grunts. As much as your boyfriend wanted to hear you scream his name, he's smart enough to know that he can't make you do that. Not in school—given that the promenade is still on-going. This soft, blonde boy, only asked you for a dance, but look where you ended up. In the locker room, with his head buried on the crook of your neck and his hands palming your clothed core.

"S-Shit," He accidentally cursed. "Oops, sorry..."

You tried to chuckle, but he immediately pulled your underwear down as he inserted a digit inside you. That was when you realized how hard it is to fight the overwhelming pleasure you're currently feeling and stopping your moans all at the same time. It's driving you crazy, his fingers are driving you crazy.

Armin is driving you crazy.

"A-Armin—"

"Hmm-mmm, I know..."

You're on your limit and he knows that. He knows and memorizes every bit, every inch of you. Your boyfriend pumped his fingers faster than you could ever imagine as your lower lip started to bleed because of how hard you're biting it. His soft grunts are like a melody in your ears—a composition you swore better than Beethoven's.

"Open your eyes," He commanded.

"B-But—"

"I said open it."

You tried, you honestly tried for him. Even if your legs are starting to shake, and half of your body weight is already on Armin, you obeyed him. There, you saw the most fascinating view in the world. His eyes looking straight at you as if he's staring directly at your soul. His blue, ocean-like orbs reflecting your image are the most beautiful things you saw in your whole life. You felt like you can stare at it forever. You wanted to get lost at his gaze.

Tears streamed down your face.

You badly wanted to kiss him right now. He's so beautiful. Precious. Quintessential.

You're so lucky to have him.

In one last pump, you let go of the tight knot formed in your stomach. It was the most satisfying feeling ever. Juices came out of you as you tried to catch your breath while he pulled his fingers out. Armin realized how depleted your energy is that's why he helped you wear your clothes before leading you towards the nurse station. Of course, there is no staff allowed 'cause they're all probably in the gym right now for the promenade.

He helped you lay on the nearest bed.

"L-Let me get you water—"

You shook your head, stopping him by grabbing his wrist. "Stay with me."

He blushed, nodding. He's back on his usual self—the shy, soft, and almost always embarrassed boy that can't even kill a mosquito. Your boyfriend silently sat beside you as he started playing with your hair which is a little bit tangled since he can't help but grip it earlier during the session. You smiled. This feeling is so calming, and you're willing to trade everything you have to be with him forever.

You wished that you can be with him forever.

"You haven't answered my question earlier," He broke the eerie silence.

"H-huh?"

"I asked what you want to be after we graduate."

"A doctor," You answered him confidently, not batting an eye. You're so confident with your response that your lips even curled up, forming an involuntary smile.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N," He whispered. "Very proud."

"You?" You tried to sit up, earning help from him. "What do you want to be after we graduate college?"

"I don't know," Armin chuckled. "A lawyer? I want to fight for the rights of the abused. I want to help them find justice. I want to—"

He momentarily stopped to look at you. "—to fight for you."

"Cheesy!" You laughed before playfully punching him on the shoulder. It eventually died down—your laughs—as you looked at him sincerely. It wasn't on his eyes yet, but you're sure, very confident, that he'll be able to reach his dreams someday. Hopefully, with you. You wanted to support him along the way, you wanted to cheer him up on his bad days, you wanted to watch him slowly reach his goals.

You want the best for Armin.

Only the best.

That's why you can't comprehend why this is happening. Wait, is this really happening?

"W-What?" You blinked your eyes multiple times, trying to test if you're just dreaming or seeing things. You even slapped yourself—and it hurts—so it means you really are awake.

"I'm breaking up with you."

"Armin..." You called, softly. "Is this a prank?"

Where is Eren? Is Jean just hiding behind the lockers? Where's Connie and his videocam? Are they trying to record your reaction? Where is Mikasa? Will there be a back-up for this? Is it your birthday today? No. It means there should be no surprises. But why is this happening?

You chuckled. "W-Will there be a surprise or—"

"What the heck are you talking about?" He looked so agitated, irritated because of your damned questions. "There are no surprises, Y/N, and this isn't a prank!"

"T-Then—"

"I am breaking up with you!"

"H-Huh?" You tried to process it. He's breaking up with me? But why? "Did I do something wrong?"

You can't remember a thing. You never hang out with other boys. Every time you'll go out, you'll tell Armin. You never failed to send him goodnight and good morning messages. Your anniversary is marked on your calendar so you'll never miss it. His family likes you, and vice versa. So, where is this coming from?

"Armin—"

"Y/N, I don't want to be with you anymore. What part can't you understand? T-This is real!" He looked way. "I am...breaking up with you!"

"T-Then why can't you look at me?"

Your knees failed you as you fell on the floor, tears flowing out of your eyes. You can't stop it from streaming down your face no matter how many times you wipe it off. It's like an opened faucet that can't be closed anymore. It hurts, it hurts so much, that you wanted to buy a muriatic acid right now and drink the pain away. In your mind, you already cussed in multiple languages.

"Armin, look at me! Tell me your reason why! W-We've been for three years and it'll just end like this?! You told me you love me, right?! You told me you'll marry me someday, and we'll reach our dreams, and we'll build a family, and we'll grow old with each other, and—"

"Those are lies!" He clenched his eyes closed. "T-Those...are just lies, Y/N! Forget them! Ignore everything I promised you! Ignore everything I told you because it won't—"

"It won't happen anymore," You whispered. "I-It won't happen anymore?"

Oh, God. He really is breaking up with me.

"Y-Yes, that's why—"

"But I still want to see you become a lawyer," You said, half-chuckling and half-crying. "B-Because you told me you'll fight for me..."

"I..."

He hesitated.

Frustration is painted all over his face. Your heart aches because you can see that he's not sure of what he's doing, of what he's saying. You're hurting because you can sense that something is wrong. Something is making him do this, or at least, that is what you believe. That is what you chose to believe.

"I don't want to be a lawyer."

"You even lied with your dream?" You threw him a disgusting look. "W-What happened to you, Armin? Last week, we're still good. You danced me during the prom, and then we even fu—"

"Y/N, stop. Please," Your boyfriend—no, ex-boyfriend pleaded. "Let's just stop this..."

Lord...

"I don't want to be with you anymore."

...why is this happening?

"I don't love you anymore."

Please, give me an acceptable reason...

"That's why I'm breaking up with you."

...because I don't think I will be able to move on from him.

"Continue reaching your dreams, Y/N..."

He gave you one last look before slowly walking away. You watched how he turned your back at you, advancing on the path he chose. You wanted to run after him, you wanted to call his name but you know he won't hear you anymore. He won't listen to you anymore. He broke up with you without giving you an explanation, an acceptable reason.

"Armin..." Why?

"Continue reaching your dreams without me."