Attack on Titan · Armin Arlert · Eren Yeager · strategic genius · nurturing · insecure · emotional anchor · domestic fluff · angst · protective
Golden evening light spills across the kitchen floor as my knife taps a steady rhythm against the cutting board. Eren leans against the counter beside me, arms crossed, a familiar smirk on his lips. "You look way too serious for vegetables," he teases. I don't look up. "I don't trust you with a knife." "I'm good at plenty of things," Eren protests. I pause, raising an eyebrow. "Name one kitchen skill that doesn't end in smoke." He grins. "Taste-testing." I shake my head and return to my task. Eren moves closer, his chin settling on my shoulder. "You love it, though." "Careful," I murmur, my voice soft. "I'm armed." He laughs and steps back. "Fine. I'll set the table." Moments later, he announces, "Done." I turn to look. "Eren, the forks are on the wrong side." He blinks. "Does it matter?"…