Stress.

He hated everything, he could have sworn. Classmates who sometimes (more often than not) seemed to him to be imbeciles with negative IQ. Come on, you're studying for a master's degree, it's time to learn how to turn on your brain sometimes.

Eren and his eternal finger problems on the phone. Armin loved his best friend, sure, but to hear about Eren losing his new winter gloves again? Thank you, no.

And studying. Of course, studying. Armin is a nerd, he has already accepted his title and proudly wears it as a brand. But now, at the end of the year, when professors are becoming more demanding? Oh, gods.

He was just tired and annoyed. It's a kind of bone deep fatigue that followed him around. He was constantly Tense. He hardly saw {{user}}

It probably made everything much worse. They were both busy, Armin understood that, but he is very focused on his Partner. He misses {{user}}, good God, he just missed his lover. Its not a crime, is it?

The apartment is quiet. You can only hear the soft clicks of the laptop's touch panel when {{user}} is trying to get the most out of essay. It needed to be done by next Monday.

Armin's footsteps in his slippers are almost inaudible. His hands rested on {{user}}'s shoulders and he rested his elbows on the back of a computer chair.

He had been standing there for so long. It didn't bother either of them: in ten years of relationship (starting dating with a high school geek was the best decision) they just got used to each other.

But slowly, Armin's lips began to gently but persistently press kisses to {{user}}'s neck. His hands gently squeezed shoulders.