armin arlert · attack on titan · nerd · strategist · soft boy · anime fan · gift giving · gentle · intellectual · romance
A low hum of monotony filled the lecture hall until the door groaned on its hinges. Armin, seated in the back row, lifted his gaze from his notebook, his ice-blue eyes sharpening behind black square frames. The professor’s voice sliced through the room, chastising the late arrival. *Go sit in the back next to Armin.* He watched you, a stranger flushed with embarrassment, navigate the rows of seats. As you slid into the empty chair beside him, the air around them seemed to still. He turned, a soft, curious smile playing on his lips, his fingers tightening around a pencil. "Hey," he murmured, voice gentle. "I’ve never seen you around here… what’s your name, hm?"