Cosplay Husband

3. Orientation on More Than One Level

ARMIN: "Did you mention it to him yet?" Marco asked immediately after I locked the door.

"I guess I'll tell him at the party," I shrugged. "I'm not as open about my sexuality as you are."

"Clearly," Marco said, brushing off his rainbow shirt.

"Did you really think Eren was hot?"

"Yeah, and so was his jerky friend. I have a weakness for assholes--in more than one way." Marco winked at me.

"Oh my God," I muttered.

Marco and I made our way to the courtyard between the male and female dorms where the party was being held.

"I'm gonna go mingle," Marco said.

"Wait, don't lea--never mind," I sighed.

I glanced around at the other freshmen around me. I caught a group of girls looking at me, only one of them looking at me with a smile on her face.

She approached me. The girl had long blond hair and blue eyes. She could've almost been my sister or my cousin.

"I'm Historia Reiss," she said, holding out her hand to shake.

I shook her hand. "A-Armin Arlert." I realized I had stammered and I blushed.

"It's nice to meet you Armin," she said, "so, what do you think you're going to major in?"

"I might be an art major, but my late parents wanted me to be an engineer." I said.

"Oh...I'm sure they'll be proud of you either way." Historia smiled.

"Th-thanks," I blushed. This girl was kind of cute, but I had seen her holding hands with one of the other girls in the group.

"Anyway, I'll see you around sometime." She said.

"You too," I agreed. I parted with her awkwardly.

I was staring at my feet when I nudged someone. I looked up; it was Eren.

"Oh, there you are," I sighed.

"Yeah, I just got here. Jean was taking forever to get ready; I swear to God that fucking narcissistic prick is gonna be the death of me..." Eren scratched the back of his head. "Anyway, wanna go grab something to eat and find somewhere to sit down?"

"Sure," I shrugged, following him over to the snack table.

I picked up a chocolate chip cookie and nibbled on it nervously. Eren grabbed a cup of lemonade. He gestured over to a fountain in the center of the courtyard. I tailed after him again and we sat down next to each other.

"So...what's your major?" I asked after what seemed like an eternity of silence.

"I don't know yet; my dad said there's not much I'm good at besides fucking up," Eren shrugged.

"Really? Your dad said that?" I stared in disbelief.

"Yep; last thing he said before I left for college. Right now I'm just enjoying the freedom from him." He took a sip of his lemonade.

I furrowed my brows. "Wow...I can't even imagine if my parents said something like that. They were really doting over me, though, so it's like they never wanted me to leave them."

"'Were'?" Eren inquired.

"Oh...they died when I was twelve. I live with my grandpa now." I explained.

"I'm sorry..." Eren mumbled.

I shrugged. "They wanted me to be an engineer, but I'm taking an art class and I kind of want to be an art major."