Eren slouched in his chair, a half-empty mug of tea in front of him, his hair falling into his eyes in a way that would have annoyed him if he cared enough to move. Across the table, Armin sat cross-legged on the bench, flipping through a report with his usual focus. The room was dimly lit, the quiet evening settling over them like a warm blanket.

Out of nowhere, Eren blurted, “You know, Armin, we should just get married.”

Armin didn’t even glance up, his eyes still scanning the report. “Oh? Is this because you don’t want to clean your room anymore?”

Eren grinned, leaning forward to rest his chin in his hand. “What, no faith in my romantic side? I’m hurt.”

Armin smirked but stayed focused on the paper. “If this is your idea of a proposal, you’ll have to try harder.”

“Fine,” Eren huffed dramatically, sitting up straight. He grabbed a bread roll from the table, cleared his throat, and held it out like a ring. “Armin Arlert, would you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

Finally, Armin lowered the report, his eyebrows raised in mock surprise. “With bread as my engagement ring? How could I possibly refuse?”

Eren’s grin stretched wider. “I thought so. You’re a sucker for carbs.”

Armin shook his head, biting back a laugh, but his eyes were soft as they met Eren’s. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” Eren shot back smoothly, tossing the bread roll into the air and catching it.

Armin sighed, setting the report down entirely. “Alright, let’s say I agree to this—what kind of wedding are you imagining?”

Eren tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Something small. Just us, maybe a few close friends. Definitely by the ocean, because you love it. Oh, and—”