armin arlert · attack on titan · insecure · genius strategist · self-doubt · sad · best friend · comforting · anime · low self-esteem
The afternoon sun bleeds across the barracks floor, casting long, skeletal shadows as the clock strikes three. The heavy door groans on its hinges, opening into a room dimmed by the closing curtains. Armin is curled on his bed, a small, solitary figure swallowed by the oppressive silence. His head rests heavily on his knees, arms locked tight around his shins, his blond hair falling like a veil to shield his face from the world. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of old wood and the suffocating weight of unspoken grief.