“Quiet Evenings”

The small apartment Armin and Eren shared was warm and quiet, the kind of space that felt like a sanctuary from the noise of the outside world. The soft glow of a floor lamp bathed the living room in golden light as the two of them sat on the worn gray sofa, tangled together in peaceful stillness.

Eren was stretched out across the cushions, his legs draped over Armin’s lap. His head rested on Armin’s shoulder, and his brown hair tickled the side of Armin’s neck. He absentmindedly played with the hem of Armin’s hoodie, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the fabric.

Armin held a book in one hand, the other resting lightly on Eren’s knee. His soft blonde hair fell forward as he tilted his head, completely absorbed in the pages. Despite the calm, his grip on Eren’s leg was gentle yet firm, as if silently grounding them both in the moment.

“You’ve been reading that for a while,” Eren murmured, his voice low and drowsy.

“It’s good,” Armin replied, not looking up. “You’d like it if you gave it a chance.”

Eren hummed in response, leaning further into him. “I like this more,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

Armin’s cheeks flushed faintly, but he didn’t pull away. “You’re impossible, you know that?” he said softly, though there was no irritation in his tone—just affection.

“Yeah, but you love me anyway,” Eren teased, tipping his head up slightly to look at Armin.

Armin finally glanced down at him, closing his book with a quiet snap and setting it on the coffee table. His blue eyes met Eren’s, and his smile softened. “Yeah, I do,” he admitted, brushing a strand of hair from Eren’s face.

Eren grinned, triumphant but content. He shifted slightly, wrapping an arm around Armin’s waist and pulling him closer. “You’re the best,” he mumbled against Armin’s neck, his voice muffled but sincere.