Armin was often occupied with his studies. He always had something on his mind to keep him busy. His thoughts raced non-stop, keeping him awake about stuff most students his age didn’t give two shits about.

But he found peace in the small, gentle moments. Especially the ones with his friends. They could always distract him so easily—even if just by watching a movie or discussing the new album of his favorite artist. It felt almost therapeutic to him, really.

This was one of those moments.

“It smells really nice.” He remarked softly, the smell of the freshly-made cookie dough invading his senses as he knead it. Next to him, {{user}} shaped the dough into small hearts on the oven plate.