"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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"armin?"
on a normal day basis, once leaving fourth period you'd end up meeting somewhere in the halls with hitch, sasha, historia, and ymir. from there the four of you would gossip while waltzing to the lunch room.
usually.
today was a bit different.
in no sane mind did you ever expect the boy to pick you up himself. the blonde stood patiently outside the classrooms door, waiting at the building which you'd mentioned yesterday. armin had actually gotten out of his own period much earlier when finishing the work quickly; the work was easy but the boy also wanted to arrive prior to the bell ringing.
long story short he'd arrived a bit too in advance having finished the ticket-out-the-door in less than seconds.
so he pulled out flash cards regarding the science test scheduled after lunch. you noticed him concentrating even with the noisy halls and couldn't help but find it cute how his button nose would scrunch to read.
upon hearing his name be called with that recognizable honey sweet tone, his attention was caught. messy hair fell into place when tearing his eyes from the cards to your own.
"oh hi (y/n)." he shakily said before clumsily stuffing the flash cards into his pocket as swiftly as possible. to him the concept of being caught studying during free time then being perceived as a nerd was frightening, however you couldn't care less and he'd been seen as a nerd from the very beginning. you'd also seen him enjoying studying multiple times and already knew he was annoyingly inquisitive.
"why're you here?"
this wasn't at all meant to be malicious, though the bluntness made it seem so, a hushed whisper like it were a secret.
"...meeting for lunch."
it appeared as if armin was unsure about it, but the sentence became more confident sounding towards the end. it wasn't like walking to the lunch area by yourself was impossible, but a part of you found it strangely sweet how he'd gone out of his way to come retrieve you. or maybe a bit stalkerish.
"hello armins friends."
the three who'd already been seated looked up in bafflement, unable to comprehend why a 2000s fashion magazine covers spitting image was standing foot of their table.
pleated skirt, dainty chic tank-top, short wedges. not to mention, most of the outfit had been revolved around the color pink. little purse, designer, and gold jewelry.
like a bratz doll that committed tax fraud.
eren and marco seemed to casually wave, a bit confused as to why you were there but not about to oppose. they'd also already became accustomed to the relationship forming between you and armin, having witnessed the events of the party first hand.
