Let me just start this by saying I know nothing about drawing. I can't draw for my life. I can't even draw a stick figure properly like no joke. So if this sucks, I am sorry. And you're not really like an artist, you just draw a lot and that's what you want to be.
And I'm sorry if he's OOC.
Did I already use that photo? Oh well if I did. I'm using it again.
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YOUR POV
"Today we are learning about the--" I couldn't care less about science. All I wanted to do was draw. It didn't even matter what. The vibrations of the pencil scrapping on the paper was a feeling that I loved. I looked down at my half drawn picture of the rainy scene outside the window. No, I didn't sit next to it. I just constantly glanced over there.
I hated it. The way we blindly take that half our life is spent in the same 10 rooms doing the same fucking thing over and over again. The way we don't even try to change it. I feel like drawing is the only way to feel free within the confines of this forever damned hell we call school. Drawing is what makes me feel free regardless where I am. Everywhere is a lifeless prison no matter how many organisms you put in it. I flipped the page in the thick, (f/c) drawing book and looked at the blank page. It's been a while since I've drawn a human. I lightly traced out the head and neck and quickly got started on the eyes.
"(Y/n). Will you please tell the class the formula of Tourmaline?" The teacher said in a mocking tone. I sighed and put my pencil down, ready to out do the old hag.
"Tourmaline is a crystalline boron silicate mineral compounded with elements such as aluminium, iron, magnesium, sodium, lithium, or potassium. Tourmaline is classified as a semi-precious stone and the gemstone comes in a wide variety of colors. The name comes from the Sinhalese word "Turmali" or "Thoramalli", which applied to different gemstones found in Sri Lanka ((I know nothing about this. Obviously. I copied it from Wikipedia :D. So if it makes no sense you know why. )). I'd go on, but I don't think you could handle the advanced knowledge. " I picked my pencil back up and looked down, but not before I saw the look of defeat on her face. She cleared her throat and continued with the lesson.
As I was drawing, I could feel a burning stare on my figure. Of course, I knew who it was. Peripheral vision.
TIMESKIP
Two more classes. Two more classes of related arts and I was free. I clutched onto my notebooks and adjusted the strap of my (f/c) satchel. I could get through this. At least in this period I had people I knew and liked. For example, Eren and Jean. How those two can get along around me is always weird though (it might have to do with the fact that I have an intimidation equivalent to Mikasa's). I pushed open the door and sat down next to the two brown haired boys.
"(Y/n)." Jean dragged out my name and I looked towards him with a knowing smirk. He is such a child sometimes.
"What?"
"Why are you sitting so close to Eren but not me?" He whined even more and my smirk was a full smile.
"I'm sorry. " I moved over a centimeter closer to him and he seemed content. This is how this class goes. Eren and Jean doing childish things and I somehow become a mother figure. But it was fun, compared tithe other classes of the day.
"Hey (y/n)." I turned my head towards the blue eyed blonde sitting in front of me.
"Hm?"
"Can I come over today at 7?" Armin's voice was softer than normal, but I chose to ignore it and nod. Armin was one of those friends that you forget how long you've known them. I was happy to let him come over anytime.
That gave me an idea. Why not draw the long awaiting human as Armin?
TIMESKIP
I sat in my room at 6:55 just scrolling through tumblr. I didn't even realize someone else was in my room until I felt there weight on my shoulder. I looked down at my shoulder to see messy blonde hair.
"What was your last class?" He groaned loudly.
"Math," he paused to flip over on his back, " not only did I not know the subject, I sat next to Levi. I got to listen to his smart ass talk about formulas that we aren't supposed to learn until college. " It was unlike Armin to swear, so for him to say that must've meant it really got to him.
"Calm down my friend. It's over. " I pet his hair teasingly and he just huffed, placing his head on my shoulder once more.
"It's weird. You don't even have to say that much and I feel better. Your aura just radiates 'I'm calm'. " Not true in any way, shape, or form, but I'll take it. I felt him curl up beside me, holding me by my waist with both arms and his head dug into my side.
"You must've felt really annoyed about that. But right in this moment, I'm fine with this." I turned my phone off and put it next to me and laid down next to him. He looked up, his blue eyes glimmering happily as I accepted the silent invitation to cuddle.
For a very long time, we talked in that same position. Neither of us broke eye contact and it never got awkward. It did get uncomfortable to lay like that, so now, I was sitting up drawing Armin as he stared at me draw. To be honest, it kinda made me uncomfortable, but I just immersed myself deeper into my drawing. So deep, I hadn't even realized he moved closer. At least, not until I felt two fingers bring my head up.
"Did you know," he pointed to my drawing then my feet," when you're trying to concentrate on something you curl your toes?" He smiled at me and I blushed, looking off to the side. I hadn't even realized that.
"It's cute." I slowly moved my gaze back over to him, but more specifically, his lips. They way he spoke made them move softly and slow, no matter how fast he was talking. I wonder what they taste like. I moved his hand from my chin and held it in my own, capturing the lips I was fantasizing about not seconds ago. They were soft and tasted like sweet and salty. I could stay like this for ages. I don't care if he didn't feel the same way. Being able to taste his lips forever like this would sugarcoat a broken heart any day. Sadly, it had to end so we could breathe. I was panting slightly, avoiding the miniature oceans that are Armin's eyes.
"(Y/n)." I didn't turn his way, but I hummed to let him know I was listening.
"One, wow. You're a good kisser. And two, did you know that I love you?" I could've jumped on him then and there, but I simply hugged him instead.
"I love you, too. Does this mean your lips are mine?" I thought the last part out loud. It took me a while to register what I did and when I did, I blushed again. He squeezed me tighter and chuckled a bit.
"Yes. But that means yours are mine." He took the picture that I was drawing and held it inbetween us. The drawing was not only of Armin, but of me belng embraced in a hug, much like we were a few seconds ago. I should draw us more often.
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This was fun to write. After this : i still don't know

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