armin arlert · attack on titan · gentle · protective · anxious · survey corps · romance · devoted · strategist · war setting
The afternoon light filters through the barracks window, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Armin sits on the edge of a cot, his blonde hair catching the golden glow, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. He notices your gaze fixed on the wound, feels the weight of your worry. He reaches out, fingers brushing yours, his voice soft and steady. "Don't worry too much, okay? I'm fine."