♯ 01 // A.A.║█║▌║█║ █║▌
REWRITING, MAJOR CHANGES !!
༊*·˚ ❝ i would never treat you like a
second choice. ❞
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↳ in which you and armin arlert
attempt to find the rhythm of
your relationship - but...
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: choking, spitting, sputtering.
"Y'know, I didn't think that the first time I'd see you again would be in a hospital bed. Well, this isn't a hospital bed, but the point is, I've really missed you."
A hand interlaced its fingers with my own. The other ran up to my forehead and softly stroked hair out of my eyes.
The person sighed quietly before starting to ramble. "I don't know if you can hear me well, I don't really remember how concussions work, or if you even HAVE a concussion, I wasn't really paying attention, I was too worried, but it's me, Armin."
I choked on my saliva upon hearing this and coughed myself awake. Except then I started choking on air.
Did I forget how to breathe?!
Armin immediately snatched his hand away in a panic.
I continued making those terrible "hacking" noises and thumped a hand to my chest in an attempt to get a clear airway.
"A-are you okay?!" Armin said, backing away in embarrassment. "Sorry I grabbed your hand wit- without consent, I'm sorry!"
Consent is attractive-
I took a desperate gasp of air and coughed one last time. "H..hey?"
"Hi," Armin squeaked.
"Erm- how's it- how's it hanging?" I said weakly before fully registering where I was.
The familiar (F/C) sheets lay on top of me in a thick layer of warmth. I was in my room. I rolled out of bed much to Armin's loud, nervous protests and understood why when I collapsed on the floor.
"Oh my god!" Armin gasped, quickly rushing to help me sit up.
"When did you get here?" I asked softly, my voice trailing off as Armin made eye contact with me.
I got a good look at him this time. His once-long golden hair had been cropped short in a haircut not too different from Professor Ackerman's.
