why must i Suffer

I’m up to anything, as I said before. Just send me a starter! Please, and thank you!

I ship this on the weekends

Armin still remembered everything. He prided himself with an amazing memory, after all. But those memories were even clearer for him. He still remembered how hard it had been for her at the beginning, but how dedicated she was -as she had always had been-, studying everyday, demanding his knowledge every second they were away from Eren. He remembered how he first taught her how every letter was pronounced, her rosy lips gesticulating every vowel, every consonant until she knew them by heart, until every letter had a sound in her youthful mind. How every small branch became a pencil, and every grassless space, paper, and the little words that she was able to clumsily write. Eren was the first word she wrote, but the second one was Armin.  Month after month, she was able to write perfectly well simple sentences. And his books had started to be more than papers full of doodles, they were wisdom now. So, he couldn’t help but to feel sharp pangs of proudness when, even in those difficult days, in that difficult reality that was being part of the Survey Cops, Mikasa would find time every now and then to go to his room and practice her reading. “You are beautiful, but you are empty’, she went on. ‘One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary pa…’, uh…”, the girl’s eyebrows furrowed just the slightest. “Passerby.”, he quickly mumbled. “Yeah…”, she swallowed, and went on again, “ ‘…an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she’s more important than all the hundreds of you, other roses’.” “Mhm…”, Armin nodded, his eyes still closed, and his back relaxed to the sound of her voice. “Because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it’s for her that I’ve killed cate…’ caterpillars?” “Yeah, great!”, he smiled, opening his eyes to look at her still troubled face, “What’s wrong?” “Is this really a children’s book?”, she asked, closing it, but leaving a finger between the pages that she’d been reading. “Yep. Really ancient, though.”, he heard her sighing, and flopping down his bed, back against the cold wall. Armin thought he could almost see a pout on her –still rosy, after all those years– lips. “Are you tired?” “Yeah…”, she breathed out, flipping her long lashes closed, “Reading is tiring.” “Mhm,”, he conceded, standing up, “But isn’t it great?”, as let himself plop down next to her, he took it back. “Yeah”, the slightest hint of a smile illumined her demeanor; Armin felt her body relaxing, slowly. A tranquil silence fell upon them, and for some reason, his heart was beating faster. No, not for some reason, he knew why. It was one of those rare moments where the heat she irradiated, warm, calm, was closer than ever. He was tempted to place an arm around her, and carefully untangle that shiny hair of hers, passing his fingers between each lock of ebony. Or to touch her cheek, that had always seemed like velvet to him. “Want me to keep reading it to you…?”, he blurted out, but after waiting two, three, four seconds, his only reply was the slow rise and fall of her chest, accompanied with the low sound of air swishing out of her mouth. “Um, okay.”, he muttered, more to himself than to… well, to the sleepy girl. “I’m kinda tired too, anyways…”, his eyelids suddenly began to weight tons, and a huge yawn emerged from his throat. Before losing consciousness, the last things on his mind were rosy plump lips, and the sound of Mikasa’s low voice, lulling him to a dreamless slumber. (this will be properly edited tomorrow I swear to god uwu thanks for the prompt!! And sorry this one came out kinda… I dunno, rambled :c)

"...", his eyes fluttered open, and darted to her. She was staring out the window, zooming out of reality. "Yeah, you are right.", he conceded her between his teeth, "And that person likes you back."