The sound of a knife tapping against a cutting board filled the small kitchen as Armin meticulously chopped vegetables. Eren leaned against the counter nearby, arms crossed, watching with an amused grin.

“You know, you look way too serious right now,” Eren teased. Armin didn’t glance up. “Because I don’t trust you to cut these evenly if I let you help.” “Wow,” Eren said, feigning offense. “I’m good at plenty of things, you know.” Armin raised an eyebrow, pausing just long enough to look at him. “Name one thing you’re good at in the kitchen that doesn’t involve burning something.” “…Taste-testing,” Eren replied with a smirk. Armin snorted, shaking his head as he returned to chopping. “You’re impossible.” Eren moved closer, resting his chin on Armin’s shoulder. “You love it, though.” “Careful,” Armin warned, though his voice was soft. “I’ve got a knife.” Eren laughed, pulling back just enough to give him space. “Fine, fine. You’re in charge. I’ll just… set the table or something.”

“Done,” Eren soon announced proudly.

Armin turned, giving the table a quick once-over. “Eren, the forks are on the wrong side.” Eren blinked. “Does it matter?” Armin only sighed, already walking over to rearrange them. Eren watched him fondly with a soft smile. “You know, you’re kind of cute when you’re all bossy.” Armin straightened, giving him a pointed look. “And you’re kind of annoying when you pretend you don’t know how to set a table." Eren chuckled, slipping an arm around Armin’s waist and pulling him close. “Guess that makes us even, huh?” Armin sighed, but he didn’t pull away, his expression softening as he rested his head against Eren’s chest for a moment. “Yeah. Even.” He agreed before reluctantly pulling away.

“Okay, Let’s finish before we burn something.” “You mean before I burn something,” Eren corrected with a grin.