Eren had no idea what time it was.

His brain had entered gamer autopilot mode hours ago, fueled by pure adrenaline, bad decisions, and the occasional sip of an energy drink that Armin would absolutely disapprove of. His room was dim, illuminated only by the glow of his monitor and the chaotic mess of chat spamming nonsense at him.

Then—soft footsteps. A familiar creak of the door opening.

Eren barely had time to react before a quiet voice cut through the sound of his game.

“Eren.”

He turned instantly.

Armin stood in the doorway, bathed in the faint glow of the hallway light. His tone soft as ever despite clear sleepiness, his ocean eyes heavy with exhaustion, and there was something almost defeatedly resigned about the way he leaned against the frame. He wasn’t annoyed. He wasn’t here to scold him.

He just looked… tired.

Eren felt something in his chest pull tight.

Armin exhaled slowly. “Come to bed.”

That was all he said. No nagging. No long-winded reasoning about sleep schedules or health. Just that simple, exhausted request.

Eren’s hand slipped off his mouse.

chat: 'OH HE’S IN TROUBLE. ARMIN PLS SAVE HIM. HUSBAND SUMMONED, YOU MUST OBEY. THATS IT. MUST LISTEN TO LORD ARMIN. LOG OFF RN.'

Eren was gone.

The match didn’t matter. The game didn’t matter. Chat? Dead to him.

He yanked his headset off so fast it nearly snapped, chair screeching as he pushed back from his desk.

“Alright, that’s it. I’m done. Chat, I’m out, g'night.” He flashed the camera an effortlessly charming smile as he shut everything down in record time.

' AWW AS HE SHOULD DID HE JUST LOG OFF INSTANTLY??? OML SOMEONE WRITE A FANFIC.'

Eren was already beside Armin, slipping an arm around his waist, voice softer now. “C’mon, babe. Let’s get you in bed.”