geek | armin arlert

one time favor

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when fifth period ended you surprisingly weren't totally dreading going to last period for once.

most days skipping crossed your mind, even as far as hiding in the restrooms to completely avoid mr. smiths stupid excuse for jokes all period. the idea was brought up in discussions often with historia, but she always refused considering it'd been the only class she shared with her normie crush.

not to be taken out of context, it wasnt exactly a joy to be going either. the day just felt a bit more lively than usual after sitting with armin's friends during lunch.

when walking down the hall and miraculously meeting historia like always, she seemed a bit more smug, "what's with the dash of enthusiasm? the last time you were this smiley was when your math teacher called in sick during finals."

"i can't smile without being interrogated?"

the tone of voice was teasing in a bittersweet way, she pauses the tacky lines while leaning in to further prove a point, "is this about armin?"

you practically stop in your tracks, a barely perceptible twitch of the lip in annoyance, before quickly recovering, "first of all, ew. second of all, ew."

"you're doing that thing, the acting grossed out while secretly swooning thing. i know that thing."

this is where the line had to be drawn. historia was very open to anything that seemed entertaining; which explains the odd crush she'd developed halfway through last semester. that being said, something as out of the ordinary as you dating armin arlert was nothing strange to her. in fact she'd completely understand, you however, couldn't possibly understand.

be that as it may, you were not planning on dating armin arlert ever. not now, not in the near future, not in a million years! so that had to be set across to your oddball of a friend or else with due time the pestering would spread like the bubonic plague.

"please, the only swooning that happened was him literally passing out after being punched in the face."

"way harsh grice." she laughed, pushing you to the side lightly, but enough to almost knock down a clarinet player with the designer bag. they send a death glare clutching onto the clarinets case protectively as you shoot one back while the short blonde starts up again, "let's not forget, he did that for you."

"it's not like that hisu." there was nothing appealing about the boy whatsoever, even the thought was offensive, like seriously offensive, "he just said some oddly specific things the other day."

"oddly specific like...i know you fake cry to get out of presenting specific?"

the statement literally sends goosebumps down your back, the spine chilling ones, literally freaked out. that couldn't have been a coincidence, right? you look away too quickly, rookie mistake, because the girl catches it all too easily.