The café buzzed with life, but Armin sat quietly, scrolling through his phone, his brow furrowed in focus. Eren’s arm rested around his shoulders, holding him close as he watched Armin with a lazy smile.

“You’ve been on your phone for, like, ten minutes,” Eren murmured, leaning in until his cheek almost brushed Armin’s. “Are you ever gonna pay attention to me?”

“I’m reading,” Armin replied without looking up, his voice soft but firm.

Eren tilted his head, his fingers gently playing with a strand of Armin’s hair. “You’re ignoring me again.”