Chapter Text
Arya's POV
Arya is sitting on Jon’s couch in one of his old t-shirts and her Lululemon leggings sipping coffee. It smells amazing, the coffee, just like always, Arya prides herself on being able to make the best cup of coffee ever. And yeah, she went there.
Arya doesn’t think she has ever been more comfortable. Jon’s couch is awesome, though in actual fact it’s his roommate’s couch. Arya is serious considering trying to buy it off them, even though she knows it won’t fit into her dorm room. She could sleep outside. It’s just that comfortable.
Arya was glad that Jon hadn’t minded when she’d shown up tired from studying and begged him to sleep at his place cause the mother fucking children in her dorm would not shut the fuck up. Jon had pointed out that these ‘children’ were her peers, and the same age as her, and Arya had pointed out that most people her age were stupid. He’s said she could stay along with the stipulation that his roommate didn’t mind. Gendry, his roommate, hadn’t been bothered, he had’t even come home to Arya’s knowledge. Jon had let her sleep on his couch.
That’s when Arya had fallen in love. The couch was heaven. It was worked in just enough that it was squishy and comfy, but not so much so that she was swallowed and couldn’t get up. Arya was a small person, compact as she liked to say, so she could stretch to her fullest height on the couch. Her toes just brushed the end, it fit her like a glove. It also smelled great, the couch. She had expected it to smell bad, like butts and stale pizza cause that’s what all of her brothers belongings had smelt like growing up. Arya wasn’t sure why but it didn’t. It smelled a little like pine, and gasoline (yes, she likes the smell of gasoline okay, it’s weird, but whatever), and something else Arya couldn’t put her finger on but liked very much.
Arya snuggles back into the couch with her cup of coffee and sighs. It’s literally the perfect morning. Plus, Jon was going to wake up soon and they were going to the gym and then they were going to have a Harry Potter Marathon and eat enormous amounts of junk food. She sniffs her coffee again before taking a sip. Perfection.
Arya is basking in the perfection of her morning when someone walks down the hall. She hears the floor boards cheek and expects Jon. It isn’t Jon however. A tall (like real tall) man appears. He has jet black hair, cut shorter than Jon’s who is currently ‘growing it out to see how it looks’, which is sticking up at odd angles. He is rubbing his eyes. Arya takes in his body before he stops; he is large, not like weight wise but just is general stature, his skin is slightly tanned, his hands are large and looked calloused, his grey t-shirt is out of place revealing a portion of his abs which are…ohh they are pretty. The man, that Arya assume is Jon’s roommate, stops rubbing his eyes and when he does they land on her. His eyes are blue, beautiful, sapphire blue, and they make Arya’s stomach flip.
“You are not Jon,” he says.
“Nope,” she says laughing slightly. “I’m Arya…Jon’s sister…he told you I was staying the night…” The recognition seems to come round after a minute. His lips form a tiny ‘o’ and he nods. “You are his roommate, Gendry, yeah?”
“Yes, Gendry—that’s me. Sorry. Late night,” he tells her.
“No worries, there is coffee in the pot,” she nods towards the counter. Gendry yawns. Arya laughs a little and he heads over to pour himself a cup.
“I didn’t wake you did I?” Gendry asks sniffing the coffee and frowning slightly before pouring it. “Last night, I mean, I got in pretty late.”
“No, no,” Arya tells him. Gendry puts sugar into the cup and stirs. “Actually, this is the best sleep I’ve had since the semester started. Your couch is perfection.” Arya sighs and leans back into it. Gendry smiles then takes a sip of the coffee.
“Whoa!” he says staring at the cup.
“What?” Arya asks.
“That’s fucking amazing,” Arya laughs. “Gods, I thought it was our coffee maker but apparently me and your brother just suck at making coffee.”
“Speak for yourself,” Jon’s voice comes from the hall as he appears. He’s wearing pyjama bottoms and no shirt and his hair is all over the place.
“Please Jon,” Arya says. “I don’t know what the hell you make, but I am certain it isn’t coffee.”
“Well I make it in the coffee maker. What do you think that thing does exactly?” Jon asks. Arya notices Gendry is leaning back on the counter smiling at them.
“Just because it performs that function for others doesn’t mean it does the same for you.” Arya informs her brother. Jon rolls his eyes and grabs himself a mug.
“My coffee taste fucking great,” Jon says.
“I’ve had that shit you call coffee and it tastes like someone put Theon’s jock strap through the coffee maker.” At this comment Gendry almost spits out the mouthful of coffee he has. Arya and Jon laugh at him and when he is able to swallow he joins in.
“I think Theon would disagree with you,” Jon says after they finish laughing.
“Taste mine and tell me.” Jon frowns. He pours some coffee into the mug and takes a sip. He pauses.
“Damn it, it is better!” Jon exclaims. Gendry and Arya burst out laughing again. The two boys come to join Arya on the couch each lounging at one of the ends. Arya scotches over to make room for Gendry, tucking her knees up to her chest. Gendry sips his coffee and lets out a moan.
“Jon, I am never drinking anything you make again.” Gendry says. He turns to Arya. “What do we have to do to get you to teach us how to make this?” Arya laughs.
“Well, I do like this couch…”