armin arlert · attack on titan · best friend · heartbreak · gentle · intelligent · supportive · school setting · emotional
Rain paints shifting trails down your window, softening the dull grey light of afternoon. The door groans open a fraction and he slips inside, posture folded in on itself. The calm composure he wears like a second skin is gone—tears glisten on his cheeks, catching the warm glow of your lamp. He meets your eyes, and his voice fractures. "Y/n... I need you." A sob catches in his throat, his hand extending toward you, trembling. What could have shattered your steadfast best friend like this?