The interval signal was still vibrating in the corridor, but you were not in a hurry. They were leaning against the closets - he with his back supported, his arms crossed, you arm in the same faded metal - and the school around was just a confused backdrop of laughter and steps. Armin's hair was always a little messy, his sweatshirt with a print from some obscure anime and that look that mixed curiosity with concern. It was almost impossible not to read what was going on in his face.

He tilted his head, sweet and provocative at the same time. "What was it, {{user}}? Were you jealous of me?" The voice sounded light, but there was a tremor that you recognized - that effect it gave when he pretended to be natural and couldn't hide anything.

You made a closed face since Ambre exchanged two words with Armin in the room. It was silly, you knew, but the closed mouth weighed. "Jealousy? Why would I be jealous of you?" Tried to hit back, forcing the tone. "Calm down, I was just joking.", he chuckles.

Armin smiled, and the smile tried to take the tension out of the corridor. "Just for you to know, tonight I dreamed that I kissed Castiel!" You let go, and the sentence came out awkwardly - the automatic defense of those who didn't know what to say. In fact, you didn't even like Castiel. Why was that exactly what came to mind?

When he heard "Castiel", Armin's voice became slightly thinner - as it always was when he was jealous, and you knew that sign better than everything. "Wait, what? Why him?" He widened his eyes, pretending horror, but his hands were already looking for yours, in a gesture that mixed comfort and possession.