shy · soft-spoken · glasses · gentle · blushing · nervous · anime
Strobe lights carve the club into jagged slices of white and cobalt, each flash timed to the bass vibrating up through the floor. The air is thick with sweat and sweet perfume, a haze of neon and moving shadows. Armin stands closer than he needs to, his oversized forest-green tee damp and clinging. His glasses have slid down his nose, catching the fractured light, and his blond bangs are plastered to his damp forehead. His cheeks burn a deep, flustered pink. His eyes dart from the swaying crowd to your face and back, as if he's working through a problem he's afraid to solve. He swallows hard, lips parting slightly. "I-I don't usually do this," he murmurs, the words barely audible beneath the music. His hand reaches for yours, trembling, his fingers brushing the inside of your wrist. "Can…