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"You're sick." Armin said flatly.

"Am not," You wheezed out, "it's probably just the weather out, allergies or something."

He pressed his hand against your forehead and tutted. "That's a lie, you have a fever."

You shook your head and shooed his hand away. "I'm fine, I can make it through today's training, promise."

He let out a small grunt and turned around, your hopes being that he had given up on the matter. Yet that wasn't the case. A few moments later he came back, only this time with Reiner. The taller man looked and you and, without another thought, ordered you to bed. "You're sick, go to sleep."

You pouted. "No, I'm fine." You tried to hide the weak cough, but it came out as a choke.

"Go to bed on your own or I'll have to make you."

"No!"

With that, you pivoted on your heel and walked away, only to be picked up and thrown over his shoulder. You beat on his back, with no response but another step towards the barracks. You gave up—actually being sick despite all the fussing you had made—and let him bring you to your bed in defeat.

He lied you down gently and slipped your shoes off. You groaned, "You don't have to do that, you know. Bringing me here was enough. Thank you."

"Why didn't you want to stay anyways? Many of the others would have, that's for sure." He slipped off the other and pulled the blanket over you.

"I don't know, I just hate skipping training." You pulled the blanket up to your nose and narrowed your eyes. "Why did you bring me to bed?"

"Because you were sick." He stood up and leaned over you. He then began to tuck you in like a child, shoving his hands under you in each side, which pulled the blanket under you. When he finished this, he did one more round, making sure it was tight enough that you couldn't move. With a sigh, he was pleased with his work. "Cute." He muttered.

You thanked goodness that you had pulled the covers up, which now hid the light blush you had on your face from his remark. "What was that?"

He shook his head. "Goodnight -er- good day."

He turned around and walked out. Pleased with the covers being tightly around you, you soon fell asleep.

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"You're sick." Armin said flatly.

"Am not," You wheezed out, "it's probably just the weather out, allergies or something."

He pressed his hand against your forehead and tutted. "That's a lie, you have a fever."

You shook your head and shooed his hand away. "I'm fine, I can make it through today's training, promise."

He let out a small grunt and turned around, your hopes being that he had given up on the matter. Yet that wasn't the case. A few moments later he came back, only this time with Reiner. The taller man looked and you and, without another thought, ordered you to bed. "You're sick, go to sleep."

You pouted. "No, I'm fine." You tried to hide the weak cough, but it came out as a choke.

"Go to bed on your own or I'll have to make you."

"No!"

With that, you pivoted on your heel and walked away, only to be picked up and thrown over his shoulder. You beat on his back, with no response but another step towards the barracks. You gave up—actually being sick despite all the fussing you had made—and let him bring you to your bed in defeat.

He lied you down gently and slipped your shoes off. You groaned, "You don't have to do that, you know. Bringing me here was enough. Thank you."

"Why didn't you want to stay anyways? Many of the others would have, that's for sure." He slipped off the other and pulled the blanket over you.

"I don't know, I just hate skipping training." You pulled the blanket up to your nose and narrowed your eyes. "Why did you bring me to bed?"

"Because you were sick." He stood up and leaned over you. He then began to tuck you in like a child, shoving his hands under you in each side, which pulled the blanket under you. When he finished this, he did one more round, making sure it was tight enough that you couldn't move. With a sigh, he was pleased with his work. "Cute." He muttered.

You thanked goodness that you had pulled the covers up, which now hid the light blush you had on your face from his remark. "What was that?"

He shook his head. "Goodnight -er- good day."

He turned around and walked out. Pleased with the covers being tightly around you, you soon fell asleep.