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akaashi keiji | it's feminine intuition .ᐟ

after watching your high school's volleyball game, a certain setter had caught your attention. what else does a bored girl supposed to do in bed but stalk through his socials?

note: this was insipired by drop dead by olivia! <3 also this is my first haikyuu work, i hope y'all like it ( ´ ▽ ` )

the screams inside the giant gymnasium felt as though they might burst your eardrums off. the game had been going on for so long, both teams on the court were locked in this seemingly endless rally that had your eyes going back and forth to both sides.

but obviously, you were rooting for your high school’s team. fukurodani academy was known for having a strong team, though guiltily, this was your first time watching any of their games. 

it was competition season, as your friends called it—they had practically dragged you out here to watch a bunch of games—mostly that of your volleyball club’s. 

at first, it took you a few games to understand the rules and what they were actually doing on court, but when you got the hang of it, you found yourself cheering along with your friends, eyes locked onto that ball.

your heart pounded inside your chest as the ball returned to fukurodani’s side. the ball was received by the libero, flying high in the air. then, your gaze locked onto that player that had stolen your attention for a while now.

number 5, the setter, as your friends called him. 

he flawlessly tossed the ball to the tall guy running up to the net. and with a powerful spike that had you sitting on the edge of your seat, the team successfully earned their victory. 

the gymnasium erupted with cheers, your friend grabbed your arm and pulled you up to jump and cheer with her.

“they’re so good!” one of your friends commented, grinning as she lifted a makeshift banner—or more like a piece of paper with the fukurodani name scribbled on it.

“i swear, that number 4 looks like he could rip arms off with his spikes!” your friends discussed the game, watching as the players approached your side of the bleachers to bow.

your eyes stayed glued onto the composed expression number 5 had on his face. he didn’t look that ruffled from the game save for the quick rise and fall of his chest—indicating just how exhausting that game was. 

the team bowed in front of the bleachers, shouting ‘thank you’ to the audience. more girls around you cheered, waving their signs around and shouting ‘good job’ across the bleachers.

you couldn’t help but wonder what number five looked like up close.

your attention is torn away when your friends grab your arm, “we should head to the cafe before going home! i could really use a drink.”

the cafe was quiet when you arrived. it was already deep into the afternoon and everyone was probably headed home by now.

you sipped from your drink as your friends passed a phone around the table. you took a peek at the screen and found a social media profile opened.

it was that guy with white-gray hair that won the game with that terrifying spike. “this guy’s in my older friend’s class, he’s a third year.” one of the girls shared.

“i think his name was bokuto. apparently, he’s like one of the top aces in the country.”

“damn, really? no wonder his spikes were so clean.” you comment, eyes skimming over his profile.

then, you see it. a post that showed that familiar number 5 jersey.

bokuto smiled up at the camera with the setter you saw earlier standing just right behind him. he wasn’t even looking at the camera but the ball in his hands as though he was deep in thought. it looks like it was captured without him knowing. 

now that you could see his face more clearly, you felt your heart skip a beat. he was cute—handsome, you couldn’t quite put the words together.

but the way he looked at the ball in his hands, eyes glimmering with determination made you lean closer to the phone, scrolling through more pictures until you found another.

it was another post, another candid shot. this time, he was sitting by the window of a classroom, chin resting on his hand. his eyes were trained onto the textbook before him, wired earphones dangling loosely.

a few other people surrounded him, casually tossing volleyballs around. yet, he seemed quite used to the ruckus with how unbothered he looked.

was this some sort of deja vu?

school had finally ended for the day, but before heading home, you’d forgotten your notebook somewhere on your table. you tell your friends to go on ahead as you ran up to the second floor. 

you stopped in your tracks when you passed by an empty classroom—except it wasn’t completely empty.

near the window, a boy sat in his seat, fingers flipping through the pages of his textbook. your eyes grazed his dark—slightly messy hair, and that composed expression on his face, like this was just another one of his routines. 

you swear you’ve seen this before. 

“akaashi!” a loud voice echoed across the corridor. you quickly moved to the other side of the hallway and away from the door.

a guy you recognized to be bokuto sauntered into the classroom, a volleyball tucked in his arm. “let’s go!” he called out.

so, his name was akaashi, huh.

as soon as your head hit the pillow, you grabbed your phone and dialed your friend. for some reason, your heart was racing—feeling a bit nervous. but god, were you just so curious.

“hey! did you find your notebook?” your friend answered.

“yeah. but i… have a question.” you hesitated, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks.

your friend chuckled on the other line, “what’s up?”

“you know that setter from the volleyball club? number 5.” you mumbled, trying to keep your voice steady. but of course, your friend has none of this and laughs from the other line.

“akaashi keiji? i’m on it!” she announces, voice filled with excitement.

not even a minute later, his username was already in your chat. 

“he’s a second year like us, and oh my god look! he’s the vice captain of the volleyball club!” she giggled over the phone, almost sounding as though she were endorsing him to you.

“and you know, i heard he’s really smart—and isn’t he cute too?!” she spoke quickly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes while fighting a smile.

“i didn’t ask for all of that.” you mumbled, fingers already typing in his username. 

“you wanted it anyway.” she teased.

when you opened his profile, you were greeted with basically nothing. although he had a good amount of followers, he only had two posts in his feed. one being a picture of his table with a few mangas scattered about.

the other post seemed to be his volleyball team, they were at a restaurant, big smiles and drinks raised up. akaashi sat quietly beside bokuto, smiling softly. he held up a peace sign and had an onigiri on the other hand.

a small flutter in your stomach tells you everything—you need to see his smiles up close, and maybe how his voice would sound too.

it was almost as though you had manifested him. ever since you noticed him at the game, you just kept on running into him.

at first, it was at the convenience store near your school. you were buying yourself a quick drink before class and ended up grabbing the same one as akaashi. when your hands touched, you both flinched and pulled away, murmuring apologies to each other before awkwardly grabbing something else.

but that ended up with both of you standing in front of the cashier, offering the other to go on ahead. the cashier switched his gaze between the two of you, smiling to himself. 

the next time was on the train. by the time you managed to get on, the train was practically full and you had no choice but to stand somewhere off to the side. just as the doors were about to close, a person squeezed in just at the last minute.

you recognized your school’s uniform on him and slowly looked up. akaashi was already staring back at you, eyes a little wide from recognition. 

the two of you exchanged a short, awkward greeting before you pulled out your phone and stared at the screen—your mind reeling from the sudden proximity between you.

at this point, your heart was already pounding in your chest. you snuck quick glances at him and noticed how he just looked out the window, eyes tracing the view outside, completely indifferent from the world around him.

and of course, just as fate would have it, when your stop came, he also got off the train. you quietly trailed behind him, noticing how the two of you were taking the same path home.

but of course, you wouldn’t let an opportunity like this pass up. you started visiting that convenience store near school more often. who knew akaashi would go there everyday like clockwork? that he seemed to buy that drink almost habitually every morning before school?

or maybe the fact that when he didn’t have practice you’d find him sitting across from you on the train ride home.

what mattered the most was how he looked at you. first, he was curious—of how often he’d see you around when he didn’t notice before.

curiosity turned into familiarity, and whenever akaashi keiji found himself looking for you. his morning convenience store runs had become a complete staple of his day, sometimes he’d see you already heading inside and find himself walking faster to catch up.

“when did you start drinking these sweet drinks, akaashi?” bokuto asked during lunch, his finger poking the drink carton on akaashi’s desk. 

akaashi shrugged, “i like it.” 

it reminded him of you.

it’s probably feminine intuition. your fate was sealed the moment you saw him at that volleyball game. you knew it then, akaashi keiji had your whole undivided attention, without even trying.

the court was filled with loud cheers from the audience. fukurodani academy had just taken another win, advancing them further into the competition. you got up from your seat, hands clapping as a smile tugged at your lips. 

“they’re on a roll! akaashi’s doing well today too! did you see those dump shots?” your friend laughed, waving her banner around. 

but just like a routine, you slipped away from the stands and found your place near the court and in the shadows of the door. 

you clutched his favorite drink in your hand, feeling the cold seep against your skin. 

after the players were free to leave the court, akaashi’s legs were already moving towards you.

“keiji!” you smiled, waving your hand. akaashi smiled, feeling the exhaustion ebb away from him the closer he got to you.

akaashi stood in front of you and walked right into your open arms. his own automatically coming up around you.

“good job today!” you commended, feeling his arms tighten around you as he rested his chin against your shoulder.

“thank you.” he mumbled quietly. akaashi had practically melted onto you.

maybe it was really intuition. because the moment you saw him that day, a part of you had already imagined what it would feel like to be this close to him.

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◟♯ . / 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 !

tsukishima kei ᝰ.ᐟ him seeing your face everywhere he goes. (WIP)

tsukishima kei ᝰ.ᐟ as your husband.

akaashi keiji ᝰ.ᐟ it's feminine intuition.

akaashi keiji ᝰ.ᐟ as your husband.

◟♯ . / 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 !

wip !

armin arlert | but there was once a time.

armin arlert was supposed to forget you by now—but you still seem to haunt him despite the years that have passed.

includes: fluff to angst, established relationship, suggestive (if you squint), inspired by a oneshot i saw on tiktok a while ago.

the sky outside was covered in dark clouds, the world fell into a quiet rhythm save for the pitter-patter of rain. 

a comfortable silence filled the apartment, save for the steady beating of rain against the windows and the soft hum coming from the television. the faint sounds wrapped around the couch where you two sat.

armin felt your warm arms come around him as he rested his head against your shoulder, relishing in your familiar scent. to him, you smelled like home and everything he needed. 

your hands slid through his silky hair with ease—like a routine you’d learned to love. everything between you two was almost seamless, as though you were in sync. when you’d want for something, armin was already on it, bringing you your favorite blanket, or grabbing you a drink.

there were times when he came home utterly exhausted, already late at night but there you were, sitting on the couch, waiting for him. since that day, a part of him wanted to be held back at work more just to see your sleepy smile as you got up to hug him. 

armin tried his best to fight against the drowsiness that had taken him, relishing in the feeling of your fingers gliding along his scalp with a painful tenderness that was only ever reserved for him.

you let out a soft laugh, the sound striking straight through his chest. he fought against his drooping eyelids just to gaze up at you. admiring the way the light settled on your skin, how it made you look so ethereal in this moment. 

armin thought he’d never find this kind of love in his life. a kind of love that made him look forward to waking up every single day just to catch a glimpse of you beside him, admiring the way you seemed to inch closer to him in your sleep.

the kind of love that had him laughing helplessly at your clumsiness, he’d be smiling still while cleaning up after you. 

and finally, a kind of love that encapsulates him in this bubble of safety and comfort he’d never felt before. the kind that only you could give him.

armin knew it then, that he’d never feel this way with anyone but you—because to him, you were the only one capable of unraveling him completely. he was drowning in you, but he’s never felt more alive.

he’d give all his tomorrows to you if he could.

“armin, come to bed.” a soft voice called out from inside the room. it was not yours. it didn’t have your warmth, the words didn’t come out slow and sure like the way you would’ve said it.

the stars in the night sky blinked at him—as though silently judging the path he had treaded on over the years. even he wasn’t sure what he was doing anymore.

he glanced to the dark room behind him, catching a glimpse of the white sheets reflecting the moonlight. a soft huff escaped him, feeling incredulous at the emotions that rose from his chest. 

just for a moment, he closed his eyes. trying to imagine your presence again, or will it into existence.

armin could remember that one afternoon—when he had fallen asleep on your shoulder, your hands ghosting over his skin. but he could not remember your scent, nor the tune you were humming. 

your love was forever ingrained in his heart, in a way that whenever he looked out on the rainy sky, he’d remember your excitement and the way you’d drag him over to the couch to do nothing for the rest of the day. 

“armin?” the voice called out again, coaxing.

armin stood. but that invisible weight on his chest seemed to pull him down, his steps faltering as he entered the room. 

his throat tightened, your memory wrapping around him like a vice. if only you were still here, he thought. if only you hadn’t hidden that illness that slowly ate away at you, then maybe things could have been different.

or maybe he should have noticed the signs sooner.

but that didn't change anything now.

tomorrows with you were impossible now—all he had of you were the memories of yesterdays you two once shared.

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armin arlert | as childhood best friends .ᐟ

you and armin had grown up side by side—walking home together, studying on the same table, it all felt natural. but on your last days of high school, something begins to shift, something coming undone that you failed to notice before. (fluff)

the sunset in front of you was not like any other—the sky was painted in a smooth gradient of orange and pink. you bite at the popsicle in your hand, cringing at the cold sensation in your teeth. 

you were walking home from school, a triumphant smile on your face. there was a skip to your step, ignoring the fatigue from all that studying.

“you’re going to trip,” armin spoke, catching up next to you. 

“we’re finally done with high school! this’ll be the last day i go to that prison.” you grin, taking another bite of ice cream. 

armin sighed, watching as your bag hit your back while you skipped along the narrow street.

“give me that,” he mumbled, hand already reaching out. you let him slide the backpack off your shoulders, swinging it over his own. 

graduation was just a few weeks away, that meant you had that much time to look for something decent to wear for the special occasion. you knew armin wouldn’t really care and would throw on his usual white button up, but you couldn’t help but throw a glance back at him.

armin walked quietly just behind you, his eyes lingering on you.

you slowed down your pace and walked beside him. “how does it feel?” you asked.

he raised a brow, “feel what?” armin absentmindedly chewed on the popsicle stick, that innocent look plastered on his face. 

“graduating as valedictorian, i mean.” you clarified. growing up, armin had always been on top of his class—consistently so. whenever you found yourself having a hard time, he was just a few houses away from you.

you’d knock on his door, your notebooks tucked into your arm as you presented yourself to him. that was how you spent many afternoons of your high school life. well, aside from dragging him out to do whatever around the city of course.

armin shrugged, “good, i guess?” 

you rolled your eyes, “seriously?” 

“i mean, it’s the expected result of the work i put in…i’d be pretty disappointed if i wasn’t.” he replied, voice laced with that same calm you’d heard all these years.

but it made sense. armin was brilliant, it was as though everything came naturally to him. you couldn’t imagine him not being valedictorian or the top one.

you gave a noncommittal hum and continued walking.

a thought suddenly crossed your mind and you swiveled your head to him.

“did you ever like someone in school?” you ask, suddenly feeling curious. you’d never heard of him having a crush on anyone before—despite hearing your other friends talk about their love interests all the time, not once had armin hinted at having one.

and maybe you had ulterior motives for asking.

armin glanced at you, eyes wide. “w-what?” he stammered, a flush tainting his cheeks.

“like a crush? i just never heard of you having one.” you explain, trying to stifle a laugh. god, he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

he looked away, mouth agape with words he couldn’t seem to say. but your eyes widen all the same, “so you did?!” the feeling of betrayal flooded you, how come he never told you anything?

armin’s eyes returned to you, there was something there that you couldn’t quite recognize, but when your hand rose to smack him, he ran forward. “hey! you’re being unfair!” you call out, trying to catch up with him.

you were surprised at how quick he was at running away. seriously, was this the same guy who used to dread gym classes?

when you reached the front steps of your home, your backpack was already sitting just by the door. you huffed and roll your eyes, “jerk.”

when graduation day finally arrived, you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. high school had such bittersweet memories that lingered in your mind now.

you’d miss the convenience store runs you’d take before heading home, and that one time you didn’t wake up early enough that armin had pulled the covers off of you, annoyed that you made him late too.

the bouquet of flowers in your arms smelled amazing. “move closer together!” armin’s mom called out, gesturing towards you two.

you stepped closer to him, your arm brushing against armin’s. his eyes were locked onto you, his expression a bit weird. he somehow looked a bit anxious.

“is there something on my face?” you ask, moving your face closer to his to let him inspect it. was something off with your makeup? 

armin quickly shook his head, taking a step back. “n-no, you look good.”

that caused a smile to tug on your lips, “you really think so?” you tease, nudging his elbow. 

when your parents call out again, you give him one last teasing smirk before posing for the camera, tugging his arm so he’d stand closer to you.

you and armin took one last tour around the school you’d been at since forever. you pointed at the detention room, grinning. “do you remember waiting for me out here whenever i got detention?” you ask, taking in the sight.

armin sighed, “mhm, i would sit outside and study.” he glanced at you, “but i’d do it again.”

an unexplainable emotion curled in your chest hearing his words. right, he was probably being sappy since the two of you wouldn’t be returning here again as students.

his arm came around you, pulling you to the side when you almost walked into a floor sign. “be careful.” he muttered, his arm lingering around you for a second longer than necessary.

you felt your pulse rise, your heart thudding hard against your chest. was there something wrong with you? you looked over to armin, “i think i have a fever.” you uttered, a little dazed.

his brows immediately furrowed, his steps coming to a stop. armin’s hand naturally found your arm, pulling you close as he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. 

armin tilted his head, “you’re not warm.”

you shook your head, pressing his hand against your skin again. “i swear, check again.”

your eyes moved up, suddenly noticing how attentive he was, the worry that he couldn’t hide on his face. the puzzle in your mind suddenly fit together, the realization striking you.

did he like you? or were you just assuming?

with your heart pounding, you boldly take armin’s hand on your forehead, moving it down to your neck. “my heart’s beating really fast.” you whisper, pressing his fingers against your pulse.

armin stilled, his breath hitching. 

the quiet lingered around the two of you in the hallway.

your eyes stayed locked onto him, trying to pry something out of him. something that you’d locked up inside of yourself too all these years.

his eyes slowly met yours, soft—almost vulnerable in the way his gaze studied you.

then, armin pulled his hand away from your neck, moving to take your hand before pressing it against his chest. “i think i might be sick too…”

you feel your breath catch, your eyes snapping to your hand against his chest. you could feel his heart beating underneath—just as quickly as yours. 

you blink a few times, disbelief and shock coursing through your veins. you tried to say something, but it won't come out. your mind failing to form coherent words.

armin let out a breathy chuckle, sounding nervous. “you asked me before…if i liked anyone.”

you force your eyes to meet his, your throat suddenly feeling dry. 

“i don’t really remember a time when i didn’t like you.” he breathes out, voice resolute. 

right, it made sense now. no matter how close you two had gotten growing up, he always went out of his way for you.

you recall all those times when he’d purposefully stayed behind in school despite his classes already being over just to walk home with you every day. or that time when he skipped class because you were home alone with a fever. 

a quiet laugh escapes you, your breath coming out unsteady.

your fingers tighten around his shirt, pulling him just a little closer.

“you’re unbelievable.” you murmur, though there was an unmistakable softness there.

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armin arlert | picking you up after clubbing (pt. 1) .ᐟ

you decide to go out clubbing with your girlfriends, but the night gets a little too chaotic. thankfully, your boyfriend comes to pick you up!

it was deep into the night when you and your girlfriends decided to visit the club downtown. not only was it sasha’s birthday, but apparently, there was a promo going on there, and of course, you all just had to get on it.

you were sat into one of the booths, surrounded by booming music and warm bodies. clinking glass and laughter echoed around you—and of course, sasha’s excited voice, already picking her next victim.

“next!” sasha pointed at your direction. she held a half-full bottle of heavy liquor, grinning as she made you stand. you laugh and tilt your head up, it was her birthday, after all. a little drink wouldn’t hurt, right?

the liquor burned through your throat—the bitter taste painting a grimace over your face. 

“let’s get more drinks! it’s on me!” sasha called out, already riffling through the drink menu. you and mikasa share a momentary glance at each other before shrugging. what the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets.

while playing a game of truth or dare, your phone buzzed on the table in front of you.

it was your boyfriend, armin, texting you from home. you smile, typing when he’ll pick you up. and of course, he asks if you’re having fun—and to be honest, you were having a blast with your friends. you almost didn’t want the night to end.

when sasha pulled your little group onto the dance floor, the floor was sticky with spilled drinks, the lights flashing high above you. you hold hands with your friends, jumping and screaming the lyrics to your favorite song—completely oblivious to the world around your little bubble.

historia had brought another fresh bottle of liquor to the dance floor, pouring it into your mouths with a fit of giggles spilling from her lips. 

the faint buzz of alcohol in your veins pumps life to you, you laugh more at their antics, your foot slipping from time to time.

every time the lights blinked, the scene in front of you shifted. you’d see sasha screaming with whatever song was on, mikasa holding you up while you two danced, and krista pouring that damn drink for all of you.

by the time ymir makes you return to the booth—you were red-cheeked and a giddy mess. you don’t recall how long you spent dancing with your friends.

you practically flop onto the booth, sliding inside when your phone starts ringing. you pick it up absentmindedly, feeling a rush of exhilaration and dizziness hit you at once.

“angel?” you could barely hear armin’s voice over the music and cup your hand over the phone’s speaker. “hello?” you slur, leaning back against the seat.

you look down onto your feet, noticing how the clasp of your heels had gone loose.

“are you alright? do you want me to come get you?” armin asked, voice just as sweet as you imagined it. sasha leaned her head on your shoulder, “more drinks…” she mumbled, eyes half-closed. 

you don’t remember what you said after that—only that the call had ended at some point, and sasha grabbing your hand again. “look at that dude.” she points in the distance. your eyes follow her gaze and you quickly raise a brow, “that’s your boyfriend.” you utter, elbowing her slightly as niccolo neared.

“holy shit—” sasha quickly sat up, fixing her hair before plastering a sweet smile onto her lips, standing to greet him. “lover!” she wrapped her arms around him as soon as he got close enough. but you could tell she was already falling asleep on him.

niccolo sits with your group, keeping sasha from ordering more drinks as you guys finish the last bottle—passing it around the table.

when you finally step out of the club, the music is no longer grating against your ears, the air turning fresher. sasha’s passed out on niccolo’s back as he and ymir guided your group out, making sure none of you tripped on anything.

you walk off to the side, reaching for your phone when your eyesight begins to swim. you blink a few times, trying to clear the haze away to no avail.

“fuck.” you breathe, popping down on the curb instead. you can’t help but feel nauseous now that you were outside. 

you startle when a jacket is draped over your shoulders—a warm and familiar scent wrapping around you. instantly, a smile tugs at your lips as you look up.

armin crouched in front of you, glasses glinting under the warm streetlights. “hi.” you whisper, a small giggle leaving your lips. he looked as though he came straight from studying, his hair slightly tousled, and the faint ink smudges that stained his fingers.

he returned your smile, brushing stray strands of your hair away, “hi, angel.” 

you crane into his touch, chasing more of his warmth when he holds your hands. “let’s go home, yeah?” he muttered.

a frown etches onto your face. “i can’t…” you mumble. your body felt too weighed down, and with your vision swimming, you’d rather sit on the curb and let it pass.

you lean forward and press your forehead against his chest, feeling the faint thumps inside. if you didn’t feel so dizzy, you’d wrap your arms around him.

“missed you.” you whisper, words slipping out before you could stop them. your eyes fall shut, feeling a bit better with him around.

armin lets out a soft chuckle, “i missed you too, i’d been waiting all night to come get you.” he confessed, slowly pulling you up with him, his arm wrapping around your waist.

a groan leaves your lips at the movement—a flash of dizziness hitting you, a complaint was already resting on your tongue when he kissed the side of your head.

“let’s go home, my love.” he murmurs against you, leading you back to the car.

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attack on titan | 進撃の巨人

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armin arlert | secret relationship .ᐟ

you and armin have been together for a while now, but none of your friends know...yet.

you and armin have been in a secret relationship for a while now. you two began dating after meeting and hanging out thanks to your friends. but, despite this, the two of you were unsure of how to announce your relationship considering everyone treated each other with so much familiarity. 

it was safe to say that the two of you were stuck in a limbo. but no matter, surely you two will eventually figure it out. for now, you were pretty content with having your relationship all to yourself.

so when your friends dragged both of you out to go clubbing, armin had never had a more difficult time. you just looked so gorgeous in your dress. his eyes lingered on you without meaning to, tracing the delicate curves of your body.

you looked divine. and armin could not just fathom how he pulled someone like you, in secret too. just hearing your laugh from the dance floor had his heart racing inside his chest, begging to be closer to you.

he was leaning against a table, drink untouched in his hand. armin’s eyes locked onto your figure dancing with sasha and the others. you looked as though you were having the time of your life with that big smile plastered on your face and your easy laughter that spilled with the music. 

armin’s eyes darted to a figure approaching you, a guy he’s never seen before. The guy approached you with a sweet smile, leaning down to whisper in your ear. you stepped back, surprised by his intrusion.

just as armin was about to take a step forward, a sudden surge of burning intent coursing through him, your friends had stepped in front of you, waving the guy off. armin paused, watching as sasha and mikasa fussing over you. 

he let out a soft breath of relief, but the burning urge to approach you never dissipated. he wanted nothing more than to tug you out of this place. 

your little group of friends approached the table, “order more drinks!” sasha beamed before sliding into the booth. you followed after her, but armin felt your hand tug against the hem of his top as you sat down.

armin hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside you, putting his drink down. eren had finally returned from his smoke outside and sat down opposite of armin. 

you were talking to sasha, engrossed in a deep conversation about this guy she was crushing on. your hand snuck under the table beside you, searching for armin’s hand, and as soon as you made contact, you simply laced your hand together, letting it rest against his thigh.

you heared a sharp intake of breath from armin but pay it no mind, laughing at something sasha said. but the unmistakable curl of his fingers around yours made your heart race in your chest, a flood of heat rushing to your cheeks.

“are you listening?” eren complained from the other side.

“sorry, what were you saying?” armin asked, mind a little hazy from the way your thumb drew small circles on his skin. but when he looked over to you, you hadn’t glanced at him at all, acting completely indifferent to the warmth you were giving him. god, you would be the end of him.

when eren drops his phone under the table, armin wholly expected for you to untangle your hands. but you only glanced at him, gave him a small smile, and returned to whatever sasha was complaining about. 

your hand only tightened around his as eren bent down to grab his phone. 

“hey, can someone flash a light under here? can’t see shit.” eren muttered, struggling to spot his phone under the dim lights of the club. armin didn’t move an inch, his pulse spiking with every second that passed. 

mikasa rolled her eyes before handing eren her phone, the flash already on. you looked like you weren’t even bothered a single bit, still in your little conversation, hand in his, still brushing those rhythmic circles on his skin.

“hey, are you two—” his sentence abruptly ended when armin kicked a foot forward, striking eren’s leg. armin didn’t know what came over him, but he was not about to disturb you because of his stupid best friend.

“fuck!” eren exclaimed, quickly picking up his phone and rising back to his seat. “what the hell was that?”

armin picked up his glass and took a long sip, his eyes landed on his best friend, giving him a small shrug, “you good?”

but in armin's mind, he was already weighing the variables, wondering if this whole secret thing was even worth it anymore.

"fuck it," he mumbled to himself, his hand tightening around yours, uncaring for the look eren was throwing his way.

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