Close-Call
Armin's P.O.V.
"Armin! Watch out!" Eren shouted. I turned, ready to yell at him some more. Before I could open my mouth, Eren pushed me to the ground. Toppling over, we hit the ground. Eren had done a sort of barrel-roll and ended up under me, hitting the concrete. "Ah! Jesus Fuhh!" he groaned once we had stopped moving.
"What the ever-loving fluff? What just happened?" I asked, lifting my head from Eren's chest. He rolled over so that we were side-by-side. He let me go after a few minutes.
"Those ass-wads just tried to run you over! That's what!" he said, getting up and pulling me to my feet. My left hand stung. I looked at it and saw that it had been scraped by the concrete.
"Damn," I breathed as another wave of pain washed through my hand. It wasn't really bad, but we all know how bad it feels when your skin is peeled from your flesh. Ouch!
"Armin, are you okay?" Eren asked. He looked at my hand and worry shook his face. "You're bleeding!" He grabbed my hand and immediately started panicking. He pet my head and tried to clean some of the dirt from the cut.
"Eren, it's fine! It's just a little cut. It'll heal easily even without licking it. I'm fine, truly," I tried to reassure him. The panic on his face and in his tone soon faded, and for a split second he looked truly relieved. But in this life, one cannot stay happy for long.
"Those damn rat-bastards! What the frack?!" he said, anger clear in his eyes and tone. I put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.
"It's alright. Okay? Don't freak! You nearly exposed yourself earlier; don't do it again," I warned. Eren visibly winced at my harsh tone. I sighed. "Look, it's just safer for everyone, okay?" I said softer. He nodded. I turned and grabbed the helmet off the handlebars. I turned back to him and placed it gingerly on his head, still afraid his injury still hurt. He smiled warmly, patting my head. He messed with my hair. Being a cat, it bugged me, but I let him have his fun. He tossed my bangs this way and that, making them stick up.
"Ha-ha, you look like a lion. Wild," he hummed. I snorted and fixed my hair, running my fingers through the messy blonde locks. He looked me in the eyes, blue skies meeting turquoise seas. He held my jaw in his hands, seemingly critiquing my every feature. I blushed for no reason at all. He brushed non-existent hair out of my eyes and cupped my cheeks. "You are very pretty............for a boy," he teased.
"And you're very scared for a wolf," I grumbled back.
"Pssh! That's not important! I am trying to compliment you, dumb-ass! Take it!" he said forcefully. I smiled and put a hand on his. He was still cupping my face, and our bodies were deathly close. His eyes seemed to drift closed, and his mouth opened slightly. He tilted his head a bit, and he leaned forward. Before I could interject, he placed his chapped lips on my own. It was a short kiss but a powerful one. Though chapped, his lips were warm and inviting. I couldn't help but kiss back.
He pulled away. We were both breathless. Crap! I think I'm in love with a dog! Footsteps approached.
"Armin! What are you doing?! Get away from him!" It was Sasha and Connie. They had seen everything. Fuck, we were screwed.