Heartbeats and hushed whispers
The room is dark, the only light coming from the TV screen as the movie plays softly in the background. You and Armin are sprawled out on the couch, a blanket tangled around both of you. At some point, the two of you stopped paying attention to the movie and just started talking, your voices quiet and sleepy.
Armin’s head is resting in your lap, his blonde hair tousled and soft against your thighs. His eyes are half-closed, and his breaths are slow and even, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You can tell he’s close to drifting off, his hand resting on yours that was resting on his chest, right over his steady heartbeat
You shift slightly, intending to get more comfortable, but the movement makes Armin nuzzle closer to you and you feel the warmth of his cheek through the fabric of your shirt.
Your heart does a little flip. You stay completely still, suddenly hyper-aware of every point of contact between the two of you.
You don’t dare move away. You don’t want to.
Instead, your hand drifts to his hair almost on instinct, your fingers combing through the soft, golden strands. You feel him relax even more, a tiny, contented sigh escaping his lips.
You swallow, your chest tight and warm.
This is... nice. Too nice. You’re not even watching the movie anymore; all you can focus on is Armin’s peaceful expression, his long lashes resting against his cheeks, the way he’s completely relaxed, completely trusting as he sleeps on your lap.
And maybe it’s a little selfish, but you keep stroking his hair, letting yourself enjoy the moment for as long as it lasts.
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