(Armin is from Attack on Titan)
(A/N: Will get a bit sexual, nothing bad)
You sat in the back of your AP History class, looking down at the campus. It had come springtime and the flowers had flourished into beautiful blue blossoms and the grass was freshly cut. Your fellow classmates were seated on the open field, laughing and talking, and even though you were seated on the second floor you could see a few of your peers ripping clumps of grass out of the ground continuously.
I wish I could dice your bodies into bits. I must refrain from doing so, your blood would stain the flawless grass.
You loved nature, and anything beautiful. But the thing that was most near and dear to your heart was Armin Arlert, and it has been that way for years now.
~Flashback~
You remember when you first met him, battered and bruised. He was being bullied by two obnoxious boys for being weak. At first he had his head folded onto his arms, crying out for someone to help. When he lifted his head and you saw his face, you felt like it was your job to protect him.
You stormed over to the boys, grabbing one by the back of the neck, pulling your father's machete out of your belt and beheading the boy. He was the one who was punching Armin in the back of the head.
After seeing his friend die, the other boy that was kicking Armin's side had fled the scene. But of course you wouldn't allow that. You follow him down the winding roads and eventually caught hold on the back of his shirt. You threw him down on the ground, grabbing two fistfuls of the front of his shirt and yanked him up so he was nose to nose with you. You spit on him and told him that he made a big mistake, slamming the back of his head on the road repeatedly until his brains painted the pavement.
After you finished the second one off you went to go find Armin again. But first you had to change your clothes and dispose of the weapon, as your father always told you.
You changed into your spare clothes and tossed the machete into the garbage chute, heading out to the spot that you left Armin.
Sure enough there he was, still cowering in fear.
"It's alright, I took care of them for you, my name is (F/N)(L/N), who're you?" You tell him, sitting beside him.
He looked up at you and smiled, "Armin Arlert," he told you.
"Would you like me to walk you home, Armin?" You ask.
"Yes please," He said, sniffling and attempting to stand up. You caught him and picked him up.
"Are you alright, is anything broken?" You asked him, searching for signs of pain.
"I think a few of my ribs are broken, and my nose feels a bit out of place too," He explains, clenching his teeth together.
"Okay, you'll be fine, we're just going to take a quick detour to the hospital," You carry him to the closest hospital where they care for him and you stay there, holding his hand the entire time.
~Flashback End~
Remembering that wretched day was enough to set you off. You clenched your fists and slammed down on the desk, disrupting class.
"(Y/N), do you honestly need to have an outburst every single class?!" Your teacher exclaimed, getting sick of your shit.
"Sorry (T/N), may I please go to the nurse, I'm feeling a bit ill." You lie, trying to get out of class.
"Fine, sign out a pass," Your teacher says, taking her head in her hands and sighing.
You quickly filled out a pass and she signed it, excusing you from class. You slowly walked down the hallway, humming and running the tip of your fingers against the lockers. You didn't really need to go to the nurse's but you needed to check up on Armin. You walked down the steps and down the entry hall. Walking outside and taking a deep breath, you notice Armin sitting with a certain blonde-haired female.
