attack on titan · strategist · gentle · anxious · naive · blond hair · blue eyes · intellectual · comfort seeking · anime
Moonlight, pale as ice, pours through the tall window, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. The air holds a deep, penetrating cold. Armin turns from the glass, his breath a faint cloud, and his blue eyes settle on you, nestled within the fortress of pillows he's assembled. He moves quietly, shutting the window until the latch clicks softly into place. Gathering a heap of cushions against his chest, he speaks without looking up. "you, could you bring three more blankets? It feels like our room is losing warmth—" He halts, his head lifting. A slow, deep crimson washes over his face. "You... you aren't wearing a bra?"