"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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"no offense grice, but that sounds like a cafeteria social death sentence."
ymir said starkly in regard to the chosen seating arrangement plans as the five friends trotted to the lunch area, heels clinking and book bags completely empty. she'd initially been upset about yesterday when not responding to her texts due to being out with armin, but the new accommodation felt like losing you to the dark side.
you'd practically been on a complete high since yesterday, remembering walking through the door last night with a cheerful sigh. a happy sigh. a sigh with content after a long day of fun. like, ew.
frankly, you wouldn't have responded anyways. ymir was notorious for sending millions of niche tiktoks she found hilarious. they were not hilarious, and niche in ways nobody normal could understand. the tall brunette had an odd sense of humor, but the two who did understand were jean and connie, which made total and complete sense.
"this has something to do with annie, doesn't it?" hitch questioned with genuine concern, placing a caring hand over your right shoulder. if it hadn't been for all the people surrounding, you definitely would've blown a fuse, janis ian style. in fact that's how it played in your head, matter of factly stating how annie was not even worth being the least of your concerns. that however was untrue, that chick pushed every button you had in all the wrong ways.
"annie? that guitar girl?" ymir questioned before lazily throwing an arm around historia, who'd been too caught up studying her cuticles to fully pay attention "what'd she do?"
as if on cue to that last statement, "nothing!"
it was a way of putting up a wall, not wanting annie to earn the satisfaction of knowing she'd actually managed to light a fuse up your ass. if there'd been any mention of the matter from two days ago, hitch would sure have a field day letting the blonde know.
never — and i mean never — let hitch in on any personal details unless you want them to be aired on national tv, "he may be a loser, but he's my friend now so id appreciate it if you'd keep the attitude to yourselves."
the four girls could not believe their public-image-loving friend just admitted to being acquainted with her history-loving tutor. those were like two totally unrelated sides of the friend spectrum. one occupied their time with boys and shopping while the other occupied their time with video games and b.o. smelling comic conventions.
something was definitely going on in the background, and hitch's concerning excuse of a supportive grin proved just that.
on the other hand, for you it was like turning a new leaf. mending one's ways as they say. it was about time things changed, starting with opening doors to new friendships. there was also a pinky promise to keep now.
"(y/n)!" speak of the devil.
armin stood tall, the same boyish features as always. however, the outfit he sport today was noticeably different. and his hair! instead of a messy front, his bangs were wispy enough to the sides that it showcased his forehead. admittedly the hairstyle looked as if he'd asked eren to ruffle his hair a couple times. in any style, you liked it.
