Hunter

Armin's Decision

Armin smiled at his grandfather and thanked the elderly man before he started eating his meal.

"How was school today Armin?" His grandfather asked.

Armin paused and glanced up at his grandfather, "F-fine," he stuttered.

"I see, did you make any new friends?"

It was a question the elderly asked everyday.

It was usually followed with Armin answering a no.

But this time Armin had to think it over, his thoughts wandering over to the brunette with expressive green eyes who had helped him out earlier.

"I'm not sure," Armin honestly said.

Usually his peers would harass him for either his interest in the outside world or because of the fact that his parents had died trying to venture outside the Walls.

The latter part being the reason why he didn't tell the girl his last name.

"You're not sure?" His grandfather repeated.

Armin nodded, "She was nice to me, but I didn't get the chance to really talk to her."

"I see," the older Arlert hummed, looking on as Armin ducked his head down, "Things have a way of working out Armin, you just have to let them," he wisely said.

Armin merely nodded before he continued eating his soup.

'It'd be nice if she'd be my friend..'

'But who am I kidding? She probably thinks I'm a loser like everyone else does...'

.o0o.o0o.

The sun was blazing as everyone went about doing their own things, whether it be gathering wood, selling items or military work, everyone had something to do.

Little Armin was no exception as he walked to school hand in hand with his grandfather.