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Friday hadn’t come soon enough. During the week, both Eren and Armin had been busy with university and work to boot. Eren loved working in Levi’s tea shop, as it offered good pay and good hours for a part-time minimum wage position, but it seemed like he’d been given all the hours this week with little break.
While Armin enjoyed his library position under Librarian and Head of the History department, Erwin Smith, this week had become increasingly busy, with Armin agreeing to taking on more shifts when one of the other student librarians had begged him to take their hours on as well for the week.
Luckily, neither Armin or Eren had classes on Friday, and only Armin was working this time, which meant blessed downtime for them both. And since Mikasa was out of town visiting her biological relatives, that also meant Armin and Eren could indulge in… other activities if they so desired.
Except, something was wrong. Armin was looking at the date, today’s date, on their calendar; A calendar that was mainly used for decoration and not for actual scheduling. From his spot at the table where he was putting apricot jam on his toast, he could make out the day marked out with the words Special Date written in bold print.
Special Date? Armin thought. What date?
“Hey, babe?” Armin called to his boyfriend.
“Yeah, Armin?” Eren said, coming into the room, not bothering to look at Armin as he made his way over to the fridge and poured apple juice for himself and orange juice for Armin.
“Do you know what this mark on the calendar is?”
Eren eyed the calendar, setting both glasses down on the table. Special Date. He wracked his brain, thinking of what if could mean. Who even used calendars anymore when they could set dates on their phone? He was about to reply that he didn’t know and be done with it, but then he paused. The writing was nicer than his own, so he hadn’t written it, and Mikasa would be gone the entire weekend, so she didn’t write it. The only other person who could’ve written in the calendar was Armin. Armin was the type of person to write things in calendars. Armin probably knew exactly what this date was about.
This is a trap, he thought.
“Of course I know what that is,” Eren bluffed, shrugging his shoulders and sipping his drink.
“Really?” Armin asked. “Care to enlighten me?”
Oh God. Eren really wished he could remember what the date was about. Armin was clearly testing him. It was probably important and if he didn’t know, he’d be in major relationship trouble. So he did the only thing he could do in this situation. He deflected.
“What? Did you forget?” Eren asked him, crossing his arms in irritation.
Armin was taken aback. Why was Eren so defensive about this? He just needed to know what the mark on the calendar was.
Unless…
Maybe this was a really important date. It did say Special Date in bold letters. If Armin had forgotten, that wouldn’t look good on him. Logically, he knew he should just swallow his pride and ask Eren. But then Eren would lord the fact that he couldn’t remember something over his head and Armin couldn’t have that.
So he deflected.
“Of course not,” he lied. “I’d never forget something as important as that,” Armin said indignantly.
“Right,” Eren responded. “Something this important that’s happening today.”
“Tonight,” Armin corrected.
“Right, tonight, that’s special.”
“Special for the both of us.”
“Right.”
“Right.”
Both of them spoke with utmost certainty, creating a tension of fake gravitas with neither backing down. Needless to say, they were both clueless.
The tension was broken, when Armin pulled away, checking the time on his phone.
He sighed. “I have to get to work,” Armin said, scarfing down the last of his toast and grabbing his backpack.
“Right,” Eren replied, tension leaving him as well.
Before Armin walked out, Eren made his way over to give him a small peck on the lips.
“Have a good day,” Eren told him.
“I’ll do my best,” Armin said. “See you tonight, Eren.”
“Right, tonight,” Eren said.
After Armin closed the door fully, Eren groaned, sitting heavily on the couch.
I’m so screwed, he thought. He didn’t know what this Special Date was, but it was clearly important to Armin based on how defensive he got about it. It was clear he was going to need help.
He went to the group chat, made an entire separate chat without Armin or Mikasa in it (he really didn’t want Mikasa ribbing him for being an idiot) and sent a message.
Eren
>>Anyone who’s free, I need help. Boyfriend help. Meet me in the downstairs lobby.
Looking at his message, he hit send and waited. He hoped someone could help him with his predicament, otherwise he was definitely sleeping on the couch tonight.
“What’s wrong with you?” Annie asked.
“Hm?” Armin said distractedly. He realized, with a touch of embarrassment, he’d been staring off into space fiddling with the cap of his pen for a while when he was supposed to be working on the Algebra work with Annie. “Sorry,” he said shaking himself from his stupor, “just got something on my mind.”
Because it was almost the weekend, the Library wasn’t as busy, which allowed him time to do homework he’d been neglecting. Annie usually joined him on slow days like this and they made a good homework pair.
Or, they would if Armin wasn’t so empty-headed today.
Annie gave him a once over. “Trouble in paradise?” she guessed, somehow right on the money.
Armin sighed. “Kind of?” he said. “This morning I noticed a mark on the calendar that said Special Date and when I asked Eren what it was even for he got all defensive,” Armin continued, gesticulating in his frustration. “So, I lied and said I actually did know what it was for, and now I have to figure out what the date is for so I don’t look like an idiot.”
“Oh, so that’s what Eren meant in the group chat,” Annie said absently.
“Eren what?” Armin asked. Had he been talking about Armin behind his back?
Annie held up a hand, stopping Armin from going on a question spree. “Not getting into it. It’s your relationship, not mine,” Annie said. “Really, I think you’re both being stupid,” she said bluntly. “Just say you screwed up and forgot and deal with the consequences later.”
“Annie you don’t get it,” Armin said exasperatedly. “Eren is the forgetful one. I don’t forget things. Especially not important things. If I have to tell Eren I forgot something important enough to put on the freaking calendar he’ll hold it over my head forever!” Armin whispered sharply.
Annie just sighed, evidently giving up on trying to convince Armin. “If only Mikasa were here. She’d slap some sense into both of you.”
Armin scoffed. “Please. You just want your girlfriend to come back home,” he countered.
“Two things can be true at once,” Annie said, smiling coyly.
Armin was about to say something when the Library doors opened and Professor Smith walked in carrying a stack of books in his good arm.
Armin waved kindly to him and wasn’t surprised when the professor came over to them, most likely intending to join in on their casual conversation.
“Armin, I’m looking forward to tonight,” Dr. Smith said with a kind smile. Then in a mock-whisper he said, “Levi won’t admit it out loud, but he’s excited as well.”
“Tonight,” Armin said not understanding. Then realization dawned on him. The dinner. Special Date. Over two weeks ago, when the Professor had kindly helped him bring up new furniture to their apartment, they’d agreed to host Dr. Smith and his husband for dinner as a thanks. If Armin was alone, he would have smacked himself clean on the face for forgetting that.
Instead he just smiled. “Tonight, of course. Yes. Eren and I are super happy to host you both,” Armin said, voice cracking slightly in nervousness.
“You haven’t forgotten, have you?” Erwin asked him.
“Forgot?” Armin squeaked. “No, never. Of course not. It’s written in the calendar, after all,” he said. In his periphery, he could see Annie holding a hand over her mouth, evidently trying to contain her laughter. Armin would have glared had they been alone.
Erwin nodded, accepting his answer. “I’ll have to pick up Levi, but if you like, I can swing back up to the Library and drive you to your house,” Erwin offered.
“That would be very kind, thank you,” Armin agreed.
With that, Erwin gave a nod and a wave at Annie before retreating to his back office.
Armin sighed. He looked over at Annie, hand still over her mouth, this time little chuckled escaping in breaths.
“Well, that solves that issue,” Armin said.
“You’re both morons,” Annie said between chuckles.
“Speaking of, I need to call Eren. If I forgot, he probably did, too,” Armin said, pulling out his phone. Despite Eren’s gravitas that morning, he knew Eren wouldn’t get defensive over something like hosting dinner. He was probably bluffing.
Annie shook her head. “I’m going to get something from the vending machine. I hope you two idiots have figured things out by the time I get back,” she said.
Armin stuck his tongue out at her childishly while he dialed Eren’s number.
He really hoped for both their sakes Eren picked up.
“When I said I needed help, I did not mean you,” Eren said in disgust.
Eren sat in one of the lobby chairs sneering at Jean, who sat on the couch with Marco. When he’d made his impassioned plea to the new group chat, he’d expected a little more help. Historia had responded telling him she’d love to help but was busy with her internship at the hospital. Both Connie and Sasha had just said that’s rough, buddy at nearly the same time. Ymir had sent a good luck, man with a thumbs up but no promise to help. Predictably, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie didn’t even respond.
That left Jean and Marco. And while he appreciated Marco there, always willing to help, he was less jazzed about Jean here.
“Shut up, Jaeger, I’m not the one who forgot my boyfriend’s date,” Jean groused.
“Hey now, go easy on him,” Marco said. “He is pretty forgetful in general.” While he knew Marco hadn’t meant the comment to be rude, Eren felt the sting all the same.
Eren groaned, putting his head in his hands. “I’m so screwed,” he whined. “I don’t even know what this date is, but I couldn’t let Armin know I forgot about something so important.”
“Well, do you want my help or not?” Jean said, arms crossed.
“Guess I don’t have a choice,” Eren grumbled. “No offense, Marco.”
Marco waved him off. “No it’s okay. I know this isn’t ideal. If I may ask, why not just explain you forgot? I know it’ll be embarrassing, but you wouldn’t it be better to know than guess?”
Jean scoffed. “Please. Bastard’s too prideful to go and admit his mistake,” he said. “He’d be even more pitiful than he already is.”
“Are you here to help me or make fun of me?” Eren growled.
“A little bit of both, actually,” Jean joked, which earned him a poke in the side from his boyfriend. “Ah, okay, I get it. Be nice,” Jean responded to Marco.
“Okay, look,” Jean began, “there’s a thing on the calendar that says Special Date. You’re too headstrong to admit you don’t know, and Armin’s too headstrong to tell you outright. If we do a game of assuming and inferring, we can guess it’s probably a date. Like, a proper go-all-out date,” Jean explained.
“So, a date. A fancy couple-y date?” Eren asked.
“Yes, are you even following?” Jean chided. Before Eren could make an angry quip, he was continuing. “So you have to make the date good in little time. You can cook, right?”
“I’m the best cook in our apartment,” Eren bragged, not that that meant anything. Armin was better at things like baking and making teas, and Mikasa would survive off ramen and ready-made meals if it wasn’t for his meager skills.
Jean was about to make a cutting remark but a glare from Marco had him backtrack. “So, you could cook something for the two of you. Splurge for some nice wine. Clean up the apartment and have a sit-in date.”
“That’s… actually not a bad idea,” Eren appraised.
“Obviously. I’m full of good ideas,” Jean snarked.
Eren ignored his comment. “Will that be enough though? Is there something else I could do?”
“Well,” Jean pondered, “I do have another option.”
Later, clothes-bag in hand, and fresh wine put in the kitchen, Eren got a call from Armin.
“Hey, babe, everything okay?”
“Eren, thank God you picked up. I know what the date on the calendar is for.”
“Don’t worry, babe, I figured it out a while ago,” Eren told him confidently. Truthfully, he only had a vague idea what they were doing, but he thought he was pretty close on the money. What else could Special Date mean anyway?
Armin seemed to sigh in relief. “That’s great, I was worried you wouldn’t remember.”
“Well, you have no reason to worry, I’ve got everything taken care of.”
“That’s a relief. I won’t be home until later. Are you sure you can take care of the dinner prep?”
Eren silently cheered. So it was a dinner after all. “Yep, I got everything taken care of. You don’t worry about a thing except looking pretty,” he told him sweetly.
“How did I get so lucky to end up with you?” Armin said in a tone that made Eren melt a little.
Eren shrugged, knowing Armin couldn’t see him. “Could say the same for you. I’ll see you later. I hope you’re properly… entertained tonight,” Eren said, making his voice go low and sultry.
“Um… okay then?” Armin said questioningly. “Love you,” Armin finished.
“Love you too, Armin,” Eren said ending the call.
He snickered as he looked at the clothes bag he’d gotten from Jean. He surely would be entertained.
A Few Hours Earlier in the Lobby
“A maid outfit?” Eren asked incredulously.
“Yes, a maid outfit. Just to make the dinner a little spicier,” Jean said. Marco looked distinctly uncomfortable by where the conversation had turned.
“Assuming that whack-job idea actually works, where am I supposed to get a maid suit from?”
At that, Jean blushed. “Well, actually, I have one that might fit you.”
“You what?” Eren and Marco said at the same time.
“Jean, you know I love you, but why do you have a maid dress made for Eren?” Marco asked, concerned.
“It’s not for that asshole,” Jean barked, and then blushed further. “It’s for you, actually.”
It was almost comical how fast Marco’s face turned a deep shade of red.
“Ugh, TMI,” Eren spat. “Why would I use your used kinky maid suit?”
“It’s not used!” Both Marco and Jean yelled out.
“It’s a completely new suit, and yours and Marco’s height and size are similar, so,” Jean’s face continued to be pink with embarrassment. “You should take it. Make the date special,” Jean said. “If it really is a fancy date, I think Armin will appreciate the distance you’re willing to go. And, if it’s not exactly what we’re thinking it is. Well, the maid outfit should be a sufficient apology,” Jean reasoned.
Eren wasn’t happy, but he could see the logic in the idea. It was a special date after all. And how wrong could it really go?
“Thoughts, Marco?” Eren asked. “It’s your dress after all.”
Marco looked like he wanted the couch cushions to swallow him whole. To his credit, he responded without a note of fluster in his voice. “I still think you should just tell Armin you don’t remember the actual date, but I’m not going to stop you from going with Jean’s idea,” he said, almost defeatedly.
“Well?” Jean asked.
Eren made a show of considering it, but he had already made up his mind.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
Present
Which is how he found himself with a full maid outfit.
He smiled to himself as he pulled the zipper down, revealing the frilly outfit. He had to give Jean props. The suit was soft to the touch, with a bow at the back and matching stockings to boot. He was going to make this the best, most special date Armin had ever had.
When Armin got home, he was shocked to see the apartment darkly lit. Fresh scented candles were on the coffee table, giving off a warm and inviting ambience.
Their small dining table was also lit with light-scented candles and even a bouquet of ruby-red carnations. Armin couldn’t tell if they were fake or genuine. Either way, he was impressed all the same.
But the most eye-catching piece of the room was Eren himself.
He was adorned in a flowy maid dress that seemed to stop just over his intimate areas. White thigh-high stockings fit snugly on his muscled legs. The dress itself was full of lace and frills. Short frilly sleeves helped highlight Eren’s toned muscles giving him a delicious mix of chiseled masculine and soft feminine. His hair, though still in a usually messy bun, looked freshly combed, a small frilly hat resting atop his brunet hair.
It would have been an absolutely, wonderfully, magnificently delicious sight had their professor and Eren’s boss not been standing right behind him.
Armin didn’t dare turn around, fearing his dinner guests’ expressions. Armin himself stood in panic and horror and fluster.
It didn’t take long for Eren himself to see the two guests either, and his, at first, sultry stare, turned panicked, like a deer caught in the headlights.
Nobody spoke for a long time. Hell, Armin wasn’t sure anybody even breathed in the painful silence, until Levi seemed to catch his wits.
“The hell are you wearing, Jaeger?”
Eren looked like he’d been frozen in time. Eyes wide in fear, expression pained and lost. His mouth was parted, as if to say something or to scream out. It was Eren, turning to plead with Armin silently, that got him to move, to explain, because Eren sure as hell wasn’t going to be of any use.
“Oh, um,” Armin began turning to fully look at his guests, “when I told Eren about you guys coming over for dinner, he said he was very excited about serving you two and… uhm…” Armin worked to keep his voice steady. As it was, he was sure his voice sounded as squeaky as a mouse. “He might have gone a little overboard in the service department… heh…” Armin said with the all eloquence of a pre-pubescent child giving his first speech.
Eren nodded along with him, still in a stupor, agreeing to whatever Armin said to try and save their asses.
Levi glared at the two of them, clearly not buying it. From the pondering look Erwin was giving to Eren’s getup, he certainly wasn’t buying it either.
Think fast. Think fast.
“Okay! Why don’t you two sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable?” He moved towards Eren, grabbing his arm in a vice-grip and tugged. “Eren and I are going to have a chat and then we’ll be right with you!” Armin said, working to keep his voice cheery and not panicky.
Erwin gave him a nod and Armin took the opportunity to pull Eren and himself into their small kitchen.
As soon as the doors closed, he wheeled around to face his, still frozen, boyfriend.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Armin repeated Levi’s apt words.
Eren, still processing, instead asked. “What’s my boss doing at our house?”
“What do you mean? Do you not remember the Special Date?” Armin whisper-yelled.
Eren blushed from his head to his toes. “I thought the date was… just going to be you and me?”
“The date on the calendar. Special Date. We’re hosting Erwin and Levi for dinner today,” Armin explained.
Eren’s eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh,” he said stupidly. “Shit. I forgot.” He put his head in his hands, muffling a scream. “I’m so stupid. I should’ve just asked you about it.”
Armin sighed. If there was anybody to blame for this mess, it was Armin for not remembering and then not explaining. However, they couldn’t sit here forever blaming themselves. They had guests.
“Let’s sort through that later. Think. What can we do now?” Armin asked.
Eren looked up at him. “Okay, uhm, I have good news and bad news.”
“Okay. Good news?” Armin asked, trying to calm his nerves down and focus.
“I just bought fresh wine to serve, and I’ve got my mom’s homemade lasagna in the oven.”
“That’s fantastic. Bad news?”
“It’s lasagna for two.”
“Shit,” Armin cursed, louder than he meant to, and he prayed to God the Professor and his husband couldn’t hear then panicking and bickering.
“Okay, uhm, maybe we can split the portions into smaller portions for four?” Armin asked.
Eren looked skeptical at that, but nodded anyway. “Okay that might work.”
“Wonderful,” Armin said. He looked up and down at Eren, still in his frilly (And sexy, if Armin was being honest) maid outfit. “You need to change,” he told him. “Go put on something… acceptable for a dinner. I’ll entertain them while the lasagna’s cooking and you’re changing.”
Eren nodded. “I have a timer set for the food, but I should be back before then.”
“Good. Great. Now go,” Armin said, pushing him out of the kitchen.
When Eren came out from the kitchen, he turned to their guests and bowed, literally bowed like an actual servant, before fast walking down the hallway to the bedroom. Armin resisted the urge to hang his head in his hands and sob. Instead, he turned to Dr. Smith and Levi. While the professor was contentedly scrolling on his phone, unbothered, Levi looked downright irritated, his glare seemingly more pronounced than usual.
Armin gulped down his fear and smiled in a way he hoped was nice and convincing and not scared and frantic. “Sorry about him, he gets overzealous,” Armin said with an awkward chuckle. Erwin looked up from his phone and waved him off, but Levi continued glaring, arms crossed.
“Dinner will be soon, but while we’re waiting, could I interest you in something to drink?” Armin asked, bounding off to the kitchen. “We have water and, uhm,” Armin opened the fridge to survey their options. There was a nearly finished carton of orange juice, a completely empty gallon of apple juice, and a carton of milk with a dubious expiration date. “Water,” Armin said meekly. This was a disaster.
“I’ll take a glass of water, if that’s alright with you,” Erwin said and Armin thought he must be the most patient person in the world with all he was putting up with tonight.
“Of course!” Armin exclaimed cheerfully, grabbing a cup and filling it with the only drink (other than the wine that would be paired with dinner) in the house.
Erwin took it with a polite “thanks” while Levi continued to be unimpressed.
Shit, this is going horribly, Armin thought. He had barely sat down on the arm-chair next to the couch when there was a knock at the door.
Who in the hell was knocking right this instant? Armin thought, he jumped up to get the door.
“I’ll get it,” Eren called out, rushing out faster than Armin to grab the door. Thankfully, he was in more appropriate clothes, a blue button-up shirt and beige khaki pants. Eren opened the door to reveal their knocking intruder was none other than Jean Kirstein holding a big bowl filled with some unknown substance.
“Sorry to interrupt your fun evening, but I got the salad,” Jean said. To say Armin was confused was an understatement, but he’d take the extra food.
Eren, however, was relieved. “Great. Thanks. Bye.”
Before he could grab the salad and shut the door on Jean’s face, Jean stopped it with his foot, prying the door open once again and observing the scene.
“Wait, what’s happening here? Where’s your… uniform?”
Eren looked ready to bash his head in with the salad bowl, so Armin stepped in to deal with the situation.
“Hi, Jean. Thanks for making the salad. I’m sure our dinner guests will be very appreciative,” Armin said.
Jean looked over at where Erwin and Levi were sitting. “Wait, what-?”
“Bye, Jean. Thanks again!” Armin said cheerily before closing the door with a little too much force.
Eren and Armin turned to face their dinner guests who looked just as confused and taken aback as Jean did.
“Does anyone want salad?” Eren asked unhelpfully.
Armin wondered how fast his soul could leave his body.
Levi had yet to say anything since his initial comment on Eren’s wardrobe, and it didn’t look like he’d be offering up any commentary anytime soon. Erwin just looked perplexed by the atrocity that was taking place before him.
They were saved by having to say anything more when a timer went off.
“That’s the food,” Eren said. “Let me take care of that.” He rushed off to the kitchen in a puff of smoke.
That pushed Armin into motion. “Let me put this bowl on the table and I’ll help Eren set the table. You guys choose wherever at the table you want to sit, alright?” he didn’t wait for a response, instead rushing to put the bowl down and run back to the kitchen to help Eren, and scream.
But, like, internally scream.
“This is a fucking disaster,” Eren muttered.
“Yeah, no shit,” Armin agreed harshly. He observed the lasagna. “But the food looks good.” He took a whiff of the air. “Smells good, too.”
“Well, that’s one good thing. Could you take the wine glasses out and pour?” Eren asked.
“On it,” Armin said.
With their combined help, they were able to get both wine and food out to their guests without anymore issue. Armin and Eren would have collapsed into their chairs if it weren’t for their dinner guests just across the table.
“I hope you like it, it’s Eren’s mother’s special lasagna recipe,” Armin explained.
Levi eyed the (admittedly very small) portion of food on his plate, as if checking for proper quality control, before taking his fork to food. Despite Levi’s neutral expression, Armin was pretty sure he enjoyed the food when Levi didn’t immediately scrunch his nose at it.
Erwin, as a counterpoint to his husband, was incredibly appraising of the food. “This is wonderful. I didn’t know you could cook, Eren.”
Eren shrugged nonchalantly, but he couldn’t deny the praise was welcome after the shitshow that happened before. “My mom taught me the basics, and I used to help her make some of the food when I got older.”
From there struck a conversation between the two about home-cooked meals and parents. Erwin regaled them with stories of cooking with his father when he was alive, and Levi chimed in with a few stories about the recipes he’d learned when he’d practically raised himself.
Armin finally felt himself relax. They were passed the disaster zone.
Eren even surprised them by bringing out his mom’s fancy china filled with chocolate pudding (which he was pretty sure had come from the store-bought Jell-O cups, but he wasn’t about to rat Eren out when things were going so well).
When the food was finished and the conversation dwindled, Erwin gave a big, contented sigh. “Thank you for the meal, Armin, Eren, but we probably should be going. I have a faculty meeting tomorrow, and Levi has to open shop early.”
“Of course. Thank you again for coming. The evening was… fun,” Armin said nervously.
Erwin gave a deep laugh. “Indeed it was,” Armin and Eren got up, walking them to the door and seeing them off.
Erwin went to the car first, but Levi lingered behind.
“Thank you for coming, sir,” Eren said softly, probably still mortified by what had happened before.
Levi nodded. “It was a good meal, Jaeger. But if I could give a word of advice?”
“Uh, sure??” Eren worried.
“If you’re going to dress up in kinky shit like that, make sure you put your money where your mouth is and clean the place up.”
Both Eren and Armin blushed from the tips of their hair, down to their toes.
Eren stuttered out something incoherent, but Levi had already turned away and shut the door behind him.
The two stared at the door stunned into silence before Armin lost it and started laughing hysterically.
“Oh my God,” Armin laughed. “This was a such a disaster.”
Eren was laughing too, shoulders shaking and body trembling with the pressure of trying to stop. “Yeah, no kidding.”
When they’d calmed down somewhat, Armin made to apologize. “Eren, I’m sorry. I should’ve just told you I forgot.”
“What? Armin, you’re not the one who got the date all screwed up. I shouldn’t have acted like I knew what was going on when clearly I was clueless.”
Armin sighed. “Still, I should have properly explained when I did figure it out. Then you wouldn’t have leapt to that conclusion.”
“And I shouldn’t have acted like I knew what was going on. I should’ve just told you I forgot. Then I wouldn’t have embarrassed us both.”
That gave Armin an idea.
He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. Instinctively, Eren moved to grab his waist.
“You know how you can make it up to me?” Armin asked him coyly.
“Tell me,” Eren said, eyes locked onto Armin’s.
Armin moved, kissing him on the lips and then leaving a kiss just under his earlobe. Then he spoke, just a whisper in his ear.
“You can put the dress back on and we can see where the night takes us,” Armin said, kissing the side of his jaw, making Eren shiver.
Eren pulled away to kiss Armin’s hand, fire burning in his eyes.
“Yes, My Lord,” Eren said.
Needless to say, Armin was served his just dessert later that night.
“You could have just put the date in the kid’s phone like a normal person instead of leaving a cryptic note on his calendar,” Levi said as he drove them home.
Both Erwin and Levi were chuckling at the events that had happened tonight. The Professor would definitely have a story to tell his colleagues at the meeting.
“I thought what I put was perfectly acceptable,” Erwin shrugged.
“Special Date doesn’t mean shit if you don’t know what it’s for,” Levi countered. “I don’t even think kids use physical calendars anymore.”
So maybe Erwin hadn’t thought out putting that on his students’ calendar when he’d helped them nearly two weeks ago, but he trusted Armin’s ability to remember things, and he’d obviously judged wrong.
“You’ve got to admit the mishap was funny though,” Erwin said.
Levi smirked. “Jaeger’s not going to be able to look me in the eye for weeks.”