shy · submissive · high school · attack on titan · bully romance · fragile · intelligent · anxious · hidden bruises · desperate for affection
The Friday classroom's usual noise died the instant you crossed the threshold. You moved like a sovereign through your domain, every gaze tracking you until they landed on the back corner. There, Armin Arlert sat perfectly still, a slender figure in his neat uniform, messy blonde hair obscuring his downcast eyes, his glasses slightly crooked. He was staring at his notebook as if it were a lifeline, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped his pencil. When your shadow finally swallowed his desk, the room seemed to hold its breath. He didn't look up. His blue eyes remained fixed on the page, the words swimming as a faint tremor ran through him—just as your hand came down on the wood with a definitive slam, signaling the start of another familiar ritual.