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eremin 22 c:

So uh, this got out of hand real quick. This is actually the opening of an Eremin fic I started writing two years ago but never finished. It’s a modern college au based off of something that happened to me my freshman year of college, (the rain part, not the romance.) And I sincerely hope you enjoy it!

Affectionate Moments Meme~

22. Caught in a Storm

“Hey, isthis seat taken?”

Arminglanced up from his copy of Homer’s Odysseyto the gleaming green eyes of Eren Jaeger, looking down at him with a sidewaysgrin and a plate of food in hand.

“Yes,actually it is,” Armin answered, turning back to his book. Eren gave a laugh,sliding into the chair across from him anyway. He had a habit of doing that.Armin smirked, closing the book for real and settling back in his seat so hecould look his friend straight in the eye. He crossed his arms over his chestand offered the brunette the grumpiest look he could manage. “Hey, I said thatwas taken.”

“And I knowyou implied that it was taken by me,” Eren said in response, swinging hisbackpack across the back of his chair.

“You don’tknow that,” Armin accused.

“Right. Iforgot that we have friends now,” Eren corrected himself, mixing up his saladwith his fork. “We aren’t the loser freshman we were for all of two hours lastweek.”

“I don’tknow, I think we’re still loser freshman,” Armin sighed. Eren looked at mecuriously as he shoved a forkful of lettuce into his mouth. “Solely becausewe’re freshman.” Eren shrugged, chewing thoughtfully. He agreed with that. Hedidn’t have to say it. Armin already knew. You learned to pick up on thingslike that when you’d been best friends with someone for thirteen years.

“So, isProf Schultz still lecturing today?” Eren asked after swallowing his food.

Arminnodded. “Yep. Then Professor Zackley takes over on Friday.”

“What’s thenext book?” Eren questioned.

“The bookof Genesis,” Armin answered. “Chapters one through eleven.”

“Well thisis gonna be interesting,” Eren replied. “Greek myths to the Bible. What arethey trying to teach us in this course?”

“Literatureof antiquity,” Armin said as if the answer were obvious. Eren rolled his eyesoverdramatically.

“Honorsthings,” Eren corrected.

“Sure,”Armin laughed. He let Eren eat in silence for a little bit, finishing off hisown lunch. That was one thing Armin enjoyed about eating with Eren: silence wascomfortable. They didn’t need to constantly make conversation. Armin didn’tlike to talk all the time. And while Eren did fill up a lot of theirconversations, he didn’t need to hear his voice constantly like other people. Theybalanced each other well.

“So, hasyour roommate turned into a psycho yet?” Eren asked offhandedly as if he wereasking about the weather.

“Nope.”Armin shook his head. “Bertholdt’s still totally normal.”

“Still tallerthan you?” Eren questioned with a cheeky little grin on his face. Armin rolledmy eyes.

“Ha, ha,you are hilarious,” he laughed sarcastically. Eren had laughed for five minutesstraight when he found out Armin’s roommate was six five, and he’d somehow convincedthe whole floor to joke about it. Armin knew Eren hadn’t been the only one behindthat, but still, it was a thing now. What Eren didn’t know was that the firstinteraction Armin had ever had with Bertholdt was quite honestly staring at eachother for three seconds, Armin saying ‘wow, you’re tall,’ Bertholdt replying‘wow, you’re short’, and then both of them laughing for at least ten minutes. “Whatabout your roommate? Marco lost his head yet?”

“Hell no,”Eren shook his head enthusiastically. “I think I have been blessed with anangel as my roommate. He’s perfect.

“Nobody’sperfect,” Armin pointed out.

“Marco’sclose,” the brunette argued. “But I’m really confused as to why he hangs outwith Jean all the time.”

Armin frowned,holding back a sigh. “Eren, come on. I think you’re being a little too hard onJean. You just met the kid…”

“Hey, firstimpressions mean a lot and my first impression of him was less than adequate,” Erenretorted, pointing a finger in Armin’s direction. “He’s an arrogant, moody,conceited city boy whose main goal in life is to be obnoxious and annoying.”

“Arrogantand conceited mean the same thing,” Armin pointed out. “And I’m a city boy. Soare you.”

“Okay, bythat I meant he gives of that spoiled rich kid vibe,” Eren explained.

“That’s notwhat city boy means,” Armin stated, shaking his head slightly.

“Was thatthe point of what I just said?” Eren questioned, an edge of annoyance creepinginto his voice. He always got an edge to his voice when they talked about Jean,who Armin always tried to bring up when Eren didn’t do it himself. The blondehad made it his goal to make Eren at least tolerate Jean by the end of firstsemester.

“No, but…”

A crack ofthunder cut him off. Both boys turned to the window, where the sky had turned amenacing dark gray, nearly purple with angry storm clouds.

“Uh-oh,”Eren muttered, all dark thoughts of Jean dissolving in fear of the weather.

“You got anumbrella?” Armin asked, eyes fixed on the sky

“Nope.You?” Eren asked in reply.

“Looks likewe’re gonna have to run for it,” Armin sighed hopelessly. Staring forlornlydown at the last two tator tots sitting on his plate, Armin popped one in hismouth and offered the other to Eren. “For good luck?” he offered around thehalf chewed tot in his mouth. Eren smiled, opening his palm.

“We’regonna need it,” the brunette said. He swung his backpack over his shoulders as heate the tator tot, and Armin followed suit. As they collected their dishes, fatdrops of rain began to fall, hitting the windows like bullets that melted oncontact. “Crap.”

“So we’redefinitely running for it,” Armin said, voice grim. He carefully set his disheson one of the racks and followed Eren out of the dining hall, stopping quicklyat one of the hand sanitizer stations. “We can walk to the end of Baden and runfrom there.”

“Soundsgood to me,” said Eren, already moving in that direction. The two boys hurriedthrough Baden student center, watching the sky warily through the windows. Arminbit his lip. The heavy drops were pounding the building with aggressive force. Theywere going to get slaughtered… by rain that is.

“We can cutthrough Sommerhurst,” Armin suggested as they reached the doors. “A little lesstime in the rain, you know?”

“Yeah,” Erensighed in resignation, running a hand through his hair. “We won’t be the onlyones soaking wet, right?”

“Definitelynot.” Armin shook my head, the tips of his bangs catching in his eyelashes.“Forgetting the umbrella is a classic freshman mistake.”

“Whichmakes us real freshman then,” Eren nodded approvingly. “Should we be happyabout that?”

Armin shrugged.“We can discuss it later. There’s a more pressing issue at hand right now.”Thunder rumbled from right outside the door. He swallowed hard. “Ready?”

“As I’llever be,” Eren replied with a smile and flash of confident emerald eyes. “Whowants to count down?”

“The honoris all yours,” Armin conceded with a flourish of the hand.

“Three,”Eren started, leaning against the door, braced for action. Armin laid his handson the cool metal of the door right next to Eren’s, body rigid withanticipation. “Two…” Armin saw the reflection of his eyes watching the wildexcitement ignite in his friend’s emerald irises in the window. Of course Erenwould find the prospect of running across campus in a thunderstorm exciting. Henever could resist an adventure, no matter how small. “One!”

Armin pushedagainst the door with all his strength and took off. Rain was falling insheets, dousing everything in its sight. Wallton’s campus had become a warzoneof water and mud, bodies moving at lightning speeds to escape the downpour,puddles waiting like landmines for hurrying students, and naturally a fewcasualties of the poor suckers unlucky enough to slip or trip in the mud. Arminfelt the cold droplets splashing in his face and sticking to his eyelashes,soaking through his shoes, drenching his clothes. His feet splashed throughpuddles, sending spray flying with each step and soaking the bottom of his jeans.The sound of Eren’s laughter carried on the cruel wind whipping around them,mixing with the thunder and rain in perfect harmony

“Overthere!” Armin shouted, pointing at Sommerhurst Hall, knowing full well thatEren probably couldn’t hear him over the din of the storm. Still, Eren veeredleft and Armin followed, not stopping till they were sheltered in thebuilding’s lobby, surrounded by a swarm of dripping wet students andprofessors.

“Woo!” Erenexclaimed, shaking his head like a dog. Water flew everywhere. Armin laughed,holding his hands up to stop any extra water from hitting his face, as hebrushed his sopping wet bangs away from his face… multiple times. The weight ofthe water continually dragged them back down.

“Why?”Armin moaned, holding his hair in place on top of his head. Eren laughed.“What?” I huffed.

“Guesswe’re both not looking too hot right now?” Eren guessed, pointing up at his ownhead. Armin blinked, contemplating Eren for a moment. His hair wasn’t perfect,far from it actually, but on Eren, the look just seemed to… work. The brunettestrands were soaked through and standing up at odd angles, gleaming under thebuilding’s lights like he’d been pulled straight out of a movie, a romanticcomedy to be exact. Tiny droplets of water still fell from the tips of hishair, and there were drops caught in his eyelashes, reflecting the beautifulcolor of his irises. Armin bit my lip, caught completely off guard by howattractive the boy standing in front of him was. Wait. What?

“Armin?”Eren waved a hand in front of his friend’s face. “You okay?”

Arminblinked, thoughts scattering in an attempt to throw together an excuse. “What?There’s water in my ears! I can’t hear you!” he covered quickly, pulling on hisright ear. Eren shook his head. “I’m joking. Your hair looks fine. Just wet.”

“Come on,you goofball,” he said, moving towards the opposite end of the lobby. Aminfollowed after him, heart and head both nagging at him to address that momentarythought that had popped in him brain after checking Eren out. Wait, he hadn’tbeen checking Eren out, only checking to see if his hair looked alright. And ithad. It had looked hot. Wait! Stop! Armin just pushed those thoughts fatherback with a shake of his head, promising that he’d sort it out later. One couldnot survive honors lecture with Professor Schultz with a distracted mind.

Eren andArmin navigated their way amongst the sea of shivering, soaking wet studentsgathered in Sommerhurst’s lobby and debating when it would be a smart idea togo back outside. Armin was careful not to slip on the slick tile floors,watching his feet as the boys moved towards the door at the opposite end of thebuilding.

“We’realmost there now,” Eren said once we’d reached the door. Tillotson Hall was inview right across a stone courtyard, a straight shot, separated from them onlyby a wall of water.

“Past thepoint of no return,” Armin added, nodding as his eyes surveyed the courtyardfor the best path towards the building. Runstraight out of the building, cut along the edge of the fountain, then a directshot towards Tillotson…

“Come on!”Eren said, grabbing Armin’s hand and pulling him back out into the downpourbefore he could protest. The connection felt like a strike of lighting. Arminswore his heart skipped three beats. And Eren didn’t let go as he chargedacross the pavement, running a longer way than Armin had calculated by aboutfive feet. The storm raged around them, wind whipping through their soaked hairand clothes, stinging their cheeks raw, but Armin felt none of it, heard noneof it, sensed absolutely nothing except the feeling of Eren’s hand claspedaround his. It was a wonder he didn’t fall flat on his face, not paying his legsany mind and tripping over his feet at least fifteen times between Sommerhurstand Tillotson.

Rightoutside Tillotson, Eren dropped his hand to reach for the door, yanking it openand letting Armin stumble in first, where the blonde promptly lost his balance.He bent forward, hands on his knees to both catch himself before he tumbled tothe floor and to catch his breath.

“We madeit!” Eren cheered as he swept inside, closing the door behind him. His breathswere coming fast but he was still standing, and grinning like a child. “Youokay?” he asked, eyeing Armin curiously.

“Yeah,why?” the blonde asked breathlessly, mentally cursing himself for finishing hishigh school gym requirements during freshman year (or more accurately cursinghimself for not being more physically active). His bangs still hung over hisface, sopping wet and even heavier than before, and he pushed them back with anirritated huff.

“Well, forone you’re a little out of breath,” Eren pointed out. “And two, your face lookslike a tomato.” Armin winced, the heat in my cheeks intensifying. At least hehad the running excuse to bank on.

Armin’sbangs chose that moment to fall back in his face, completely covering his eyesand smacking his forehead with a graceless plop.Eren laughed and Armin found himself giggling as well, shoulders shaking ashe wrung the water out of his hair.

“I feellike a mop,” he whined pitifully. The heavy air conditioning blowing throughthe building was also sending cold shivers up and down his spine, which onlyadded to his discomfort. “Do you possibly have a rubber band on you?”

“Nope.Sorry bud. Ask Mikasa,” Eren laughed as Armin straightened to my full height,breathing stabilized. For now. The two boys started moving towards the door tothe lecture hall. “You know she’ll have one. She seems to have everything with her at all times. LikeMary Poppins but more bad ass.”

“I’ll tellher you said that. Maybe we can get a nickname going,” Armin said as he pushedmy bangs back once again. They slid down yet again, and I still hurried to fixthem.

“Dude, youneed to cut your hair,” Eren shook his head as they crossed into theauditorium.

“Why? Youdon’t like it?” Armin asked, letting his bangs fall back in his face. Erenlaughed again, throwing his head back and looking so happy and blatantlyattractive that Armin had to look down at the tips of his wet shoes in fear thathis cheeks would turn pink again. The thoughts from earlier were beginning tobubble over his defenses. Dear gosh, what was happening here? Armin had neverthought about Eren like this, as attractive. And the hand holding thing? Whatthe heck was that?

A problem for later, that’s what it was. Right now, all Armin needed to focus on was class. And finding a rubber band. Because the only thing more distracting than sudden feelings for your best friend was wet bangs.

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