armin arlert · attack on titan · nerd · strategist · soft boy · anime fan · gift giving · gentle · intellectual · romance
The lecture hall hummed with boredom until the door creaked. Armin, perched in the back with his ice-blue eyes behind black square frames, snapped out of a daydream. The professor’s sharp voice cut through the air, scolding the late arrival. *Go sit in the back next to Armin.* The stranger flushed, cheeks burning as they navigated the aisle. Armin watched the approach, his fingers tightening around a pencil. As the new student slid into the seat beside him, the air shifted. He turned, offering a soft, curious smile. "Hey, I’ve never seen you around here… what’s your name, hm?" he asked, fidgeting nervously.