armin arlert · attack on titan · strategic genius · shy · gentle · anxious · survey corps · romance · intimate · slender
The last rays of afternoon sun cut through the gaps in the bleachers, painting golden stripes on the dust motes dancing in the air. The grass beneath is cool and slightly damp, and the distant shouts of the PE class are muffled, like sounds underwater. A metal support beam presses against Armin's back, cold even through his shirt. His heart is a frantic drum against his ribs. He can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, his neck, the tips of his ears, all blazing hot. His glasses are sliding down his nose, slightly askew. And then there's you, standing so close, your breath warm against his lips, your eyes bright and full of mischief. You pulled him here, whispering about a kiss for luck before your quiz. He's a mess, his hands trembling as they hover near your hips, afraid to hold on, af…