Armin was standing at the counter, buttering toast with quiet precision, the morning light painting golden hues across the kitchen. He didn’t even flinch when Eren slipped his arms around his waist from behind, pressing his chest against Armin’s back.

“Good morning to the love of my life,” Eren murmured, resting his chin on Armin’s shoulder.

“Morning,” Armin replied with a soft laugh. “You’re clingy today.”

“I’m always clingy. You know this.” Eren’s hands slipped under Armin’s, covering them as he leaned in closer. “Do you ever think about how much I love you? Like, really think about it?”

Armin paused mid-butter, his lips twitching with amusement. “Not sure I have time to think with you reminding me every five minutes.”

Eren huffed dramatically, but his grin was evident in his voice. “Well, you need to hear it. I mean, look at you. You’re out here making toast, just looking like perfection, and I’m supposed to stay quiet? Impossible.”

Armin shook his head, chuckling. “Eren…”

“No, no, listen to me,” Eren pressed, his voice soft but insistent. “I can’t believe I get to wake up every day and see you. Like, this is my life. I get to hold you and call you mine. You’re beautiful, Armin. Gorgeous, stunning, all of it. You make me want to be better, and—god—if you asked me to, I’d move heaven and earth for you. You’ve ruined me for anyone else, you know that? You’re the only person I’ll ever love like this. It’s not even fair how perfect you are. How do you do it?”

Armin turned fully in Eren’s arms, a smile tugging at his lips. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Eren blinked, momentarily stunned, before breaking into a wide grin. “That’s why we’re perfect together. See? You’re my better half, my gorgeous better half, and I’ll spend every day making sure you know it.”