"I THINK I LIKE ARMIN ARLERT."
"CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING THE LAST TO FIND OUT."
romeo and juliet reborn
in the 2000's as two high
schoolers but ones
a PC obsessed anime geek
and the others a total
bitch with designer shoes.
social hierarchy quee...
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the study 'date', only one half of the participants referred to it that way and you can only guess who, abruptly finished after exchanging numbers. it was the kind of moment that would forever be engraved in armin's mental hall of fame, next to beating a final boss in hard mode after countless rage quits.
he saved your contact like it were sacred, fighting the urge to add a subtle heart, and staring at the screen like it might self-destruct from excitement. it'd never been touched by a girl before.
then, a few blah-blah-blahs later led to the both going off in completely different directions. he'd expected an 'i'll see you later' perhaps maybe even a 'can't wait to see you' considering the closely acquainted moment just shared, though you saw him off with a lackluster 'bye' and he just nodded like a soldier receiving classified information.
it wasn't that you weren't particularly excited to see him at the party, to be frank who would be, but aside from that you were much too busy drafting the scheme curated about ten minutes ago. so in major urgency to let your best friend know you'd just managed to invite her boy-toy, you hurriedly sprinted across campus to the football field.
when arriving you could clearly makeout hitch's dramatic coughing fit at the smoke from the blunt hit ymir just took while reiner flexed his abs 'subtly.'
they'd been standing around by the bleachers, the usual place ymir was spotted especially during practices. the tall brunette was almost always smoking weed under the bleachers and watching historia practice cheer routines. although she hated to admit it, she was an obvious hopeless romantic when it came down to it.
hitch was beside her, who followed just about anyone in the groups actions to fit in. you loved her but had to admit this was true. not the very reliable type; a bit of a bitch. there was really nothing else mentionable except maybe the fact that she'd sometimes talk to annie leonhart who either extremely disked you or was just cursed with a serious case of rbf. it was also important to mention how she knew everything about everyone. suggestion: keep your mouth bolted shut around her.
