Okay, now I'm in the mood to write a Jearmin. But I'm not sure what I want it to be about...should it take place in the SNK universe, or should it be an AU? Let me pause and think it over...

Okay, I got it. It'll be based on something my sister and I like to talk about.

Hope you enjoy!

The first time Armin found himself curling up next to Jean to sleep, was a long time back, right after the battle of Trost. Eren had been taken away by the Survey Corps, and everyone was being forced to go on trial, to decide if he was a threat to humanity or not. Armin had spent the whole day cleaning up dead bodies, and sweeping up the ashes of destruction, and by the time it was time to rest, he was exhausted.

But even though he was beyond tired, he couldn't fall asleep in the beds that had been issued to the trainees. Only Jean, Connie, and somehow, Sasha, were in the room with him, the four of them spread out on two bunkbeds. Armin had taken a top one, because he was smaller, and Jean was on the bottom bunk of the bed opposite him, with Connie above him.

In minutes, the others had fallen asleep, but Armin couldn't manage it. His mind was swirling with the things he'd learned and seen. Eren had died, in front of his own eyes. His best friend had been eaten saving his life, and then, he was alive, but he was a Titan, and how could he be a Titan? Armin and his friends had flown through town desperate to survive, and watched as others died, and they lived. So much had happened today, and it had ended with Eren being whisked away before Armin could even thank him for what he had done.

Armin shut his eyes, and tried to force himself to sleep, but it was impossible. He wished he was with Mikasa, because she knew what to say to make him feel better, when she actually gave it some effort. If Eren had stayed, he probably would have gone straight to sleep, but that just wasn't the case.

He shifted, from one side to the next, and one to his stomach. Every time he started to drift off, he'd have a nightmare, and he'd wake up, whispering the names of the people who had died, and mostly, Eren's name, because if he was dying to know if Eren was alright. He knew Mikasa was probably awake too, worried about the same thing. Were they treating him okay? He needed to know.

"Armin?" someone whispered in the dark, and Armin rolled over to face the boy who had called his name.

"Jean. I'm sorry...did I wake you up?" he whispered back.

"Yeah, kinda." Jean said, but it was not unkind. Armin knew he and Eren had a problem, but Jean and he had never had any issues, and he figured that after what they'd all gone through together today, that had only brought them close together.

"Sorry, I"ll be quiet."

So Armin stared back up at the ceiling, trying to be quiet, and figured that Jean had gone back to sleep, since he didn't say anything back. But after a couple minutes, the other boy spoke again.

"Are you okay?"

Armin was silent this time, but then he forced himself to nod. "Yeah. I'm okay. Just...not tired."

Jean scoffed quietly, because that was obviously a lie, considering there was no possible way Armin could not be tired after the day that they had had. "Do you want to come down and talk about it? If we keep whispering across the room, we're gonna wake up the idiot twins."

Armin didn't argue. He jumped down, out of his bed, and silently made his way over to Jean's bed. He sat on the edge of it, and Jean scooted over to make more room for him. The first thing that popped out of Armin's head wasn't what he was thinking about. "Have you seen Marco?" He thought it might be polite to ask, since Marco was Jean's best friend.

Jean sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Not in a couple hours. He's probably sleeping somewhere else."

Armin nodded, and taking the cue, Jean said, "You're worried about Eren."

Armin wasn't sure he'd ever heard Jean refer to Eren by his name. It sounded a little odd.

"Yeah."

"Come on, he'll be fine. For God sake, he survived death."

Armin nodded silently in agreement, and Jean ruffled his hair. The blond had never seen the other boy act like this, caring, and considerate. Without meaning too, Armin fell back on the bed, and shut his eyes. In seconds, he was asleep.

He woke up what had to be a couple hours later, to find himself still in Jean's bed. He looked toward what had been his bunk, figuring the taller boy and taken his spot, but the top bunk was empty. He turned around, and to his shock, he found that Jean was asleep beside him.

Jean had let him fall asleep next to him?

Armin wasn't sure if he should get up know, and go back over to his bed, but it was warm here beside Jean, and he felt peaceful. He scooted just a little closer, so that his head dipped into Jean's chest, and let himself go back to sleep. Just before he drifted away, he thought he felt something, like a hand, rest on his hip. But he wasn't sure if it was real, or just a dream.

He hoped it was real.

There, chapter one. This isn't going to be long though, probably just three or four short, fluffyish chapters. I wanted to write the scene where they woke up, but I thought it might ruin the mood. They woke up to Connie and Sasha hovering over them, whispering quite loudly, and teasing them obviously. Jean would have aggressively assured it was just an accident, while Armin would sit silently and blush. Sounds cute, no?