armin arlert x reader
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"i don't want to talk to just 'someone', i want to talk to you."
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after transferring from marley college to paradis university, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place, trying to deal with your obnoxiously...
You stood in the snow-covered landscape, Sasha at your side, watching as Connie and Jean wrestled in the snow.
They'd been going at this for a few minutes, having started when a stray snowball hit Connie square in the face while he was making his way onto the porch, seeking enjoyment from the cold winter air.
"Should we stop them?" You asked Sasha, leaning over to her. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her hair was back in a braid; her cheeks were flushed due to the cold.
Sasha shook her head. "No, let them get hypothermia if they want, I've seen enough."
She grabbed your elbow and dragged you inside, bringing you out of the stark morning cold into the lodge's warmth. Niccolo was already in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for everyone using the groceries he and the other guys had gotten last night, and the smell of freshly cooked bread was filling the lodge.
You'd left your and Armin's room half an hour ago, when he stirred in his sleep and startled you by pressing himself against your back. You had half a mind to stay there and nestle into him, seeing as you were bordering on freezing despite being under a mountain of blankets, but you forced yourself to go downstairs, only to find a few of your friends had already been awake for a while.
Sasha and you walked into the kitchen, taking a seat on the barstools as Niccolo moved around the kitchen and manned the stove. It was disturbingly attractive; he was in his element and dominated the kitchen, his blonde curls tousled over his forehead as he hyper-focused on creating a Michelin-star breakfast. You'd never been jealous of Sasha's relationship, but you were getting there.
"Hot, right?" Sasha whispered to you as Niccolo slid over two hot cups of coffee. You nodded at him in thanks as he plopped a carton of creamer and a few packets of sugar between you and Sasha. Not only could he cook, but he was also thoughtful and a God in bed.
