Snk Various x Reader | Lemon

Armin Bby

|A|N| Okay so guys I've actually researched PGAD throughly so I know what I'm talking about. Yes and I found out how they diagnose it which it's kind of a weird way. So yeah, don't think I make up this stuff. It's for real. A women in the state I'm staying in right now who was the first person to speak out about it was laughed at and nobody believed her. She eventually committed suicide. Yeah, sad stuff. Sad facts with senpai.

|Story Starts|

Once you reached F/N's office the both of you helped Armin sit down on the patients bed.

"I can go get that other doctor I was talking about. His name is Dr. Phillips by the way."

F/N said.

"Alright, thanks."

You replied, sitting down beside Armin. F/N left the room, to go search for Dr. Phillips. Armins eyes were still closed shut. His arm was still wrapped around your shoulder.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

You innocently asked.

"N-no."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Pl-please stay h-here with me."

"I'm not leaving you. Just take some deep breaths in and out."

"That won't help!"

He snapped. It was kind of weird hearing his angry tone. But hey, I can't blame him for loosing his temper. I'd be freaking out if I were in his shoes.

"Sorry. I didn't m-mean to yell at y-you. Could I hold your hand?"

"Sure."

You slowly placed your hand in his, without warning.

"This'll all be over soon, I promise. I know you'll be okay."

"M-"

Armin was interrupted by Dr. Phillips barging in through the door. He slammed the door behind himself and sat down in the chair across from us. Armins eyes opened, astonished at how bold this doctor was. He was nothing like what he was used too. Armin begun squeezing your hand, tightly.

"So, what can I do for you?"

Dr. Phillips asked.

"Uh... did F/N explain anything to you?"

You replied.

"Yes, down to the last detail. She's a fine doctor at the least. I just wanted to hear the story from your side."

"Well-"

"Not you. Him."

He said, pointing at Armin.

"U-uh..."

Armin couldn't quite speak. He had no clue what he was supposed to say.

"Why don't you start off by telling me your name?"

"A-Armin Arlert."

"Alright Armin, and how old are you?"

The doctor asked, now writing down everything, at a rapid pace.

"I'm seventeen."

"And whens your birthday?"

"November third."

"Okay. When did these feelings start to occur?"

"A-around when I was eight or nine... I think- ah!"

Armins back arched into your arm dramatically. The doctor didn't even flinch, he just kept questioning.

"Back then how long do you think these feelings happened for, hours, days, months?"