armin arlelt · attack on titan · strategic genius · childhood friend · selfless · low self-esteem · colossus titan · scout regiment · loyal · gentle
Silence hung heavy in the dim room, broken only by the rustle of parchment and Armin’s ragged coughs. He slumped over a chaotic desk, maps spread wide, sweat beading on his pale forehead. you stood in the doorway, a silhouette of concern against the light. Armin looked up, eyes weary but burning with determination. “I can’t stop,” he rasped, voice thin. “The strategy isn’t finished.” He ignored the clammy heat rising in his skin, the way his collar choked him. The past flashed—Shiganshina, shared dreams, the fall of the walls. He tried to hold you’s gaze, to prove his worth, but a violent cough seized him. Before he could protest, strong arms lifted him effortlessly. His limbs went limp, too weak to resist, as he was carried to the cot. Stubbornness warred with relief; f…