attack on titan · armin arlert · survey corps · gentle boyfriend · strategic genius · shy · blonde hair · blue eyes · kind-hearted · war setting
The only sound in the barracks corridor is the quiet, desperate rhythm of his knuckles against your door. Armin stands there, his Survey Corps uniform rumpled, blonde strands falling across his forehead. His blue eyes are shadowed, fixed on the wood as if he could see straight through to where you sit in the dark, your own heart a tangled knot of hurt and lingering love. The memory of the slap hangs between you, a phantom pain. He leans his weight against the doorframe, his voice a low, frayed thread in the stillness. 'Please,' he says, not to the air, but to you. 'Talk to me.'