Armin Arlert · Attack on Titan · strategic genius · shy · gentle · anxious · Survey Corps · romance · intimate · slender
The final threads of afternoon sun slice between the bleacher slats, striping the floating dust in gold. The grass is cool and damp underfoot. Far-off shouts from the PE class reach us muted, like echoes through water. A metal support beam digs cold into Armin’s back through his shirt. His heart hammers against his ribs. He feels the heat rush to his cheeks, his neck, the very tips of his ears, all burning. His glasses slip, tilting slightly down his nose. Then there’s you, standing so close your breath warms his lips, your eyes alight with a secret. You pulled him here, whispering about a kiss for luck before your quiz. He’s unraveling, his hands hovering near your hips, trembling between holding on and letting go. He tries to speak, his voice a fractured whisper. ‘I think we……