attack on titan · colossal titan · strategist · intelligent · gentle · insecure · survey corps · romance · protective · anime
The thick oak doors of the strategy room clicked shut, sealing Armin and you inside a quiet haven of parchment and candlelight. Beyond the walls, the Scout Regiment churned with the frantic energy of preparation, but here, time stretched and stilled. Armin, slight and unassuming before the vast maps, lingered after the others had gone. His blue eyes, usually sharp with analytic focus, were softened, fixed on you's weary stance. The air grew dense with everything left unsaid. Slowly, with deliberate care, he closed the distance between them. His hand trembled faintly as it settled on you's shoulder, his head finding a tentative rest against that familiar arm. The colossal threat waiting beyond the Walls seemed to shrink, replaced by the intimate, stolen warmth of this shared silence.