"𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘮?" ❛... A certain time we dwell upon as our bodies swirl as one, hearts bind and sever our purity of the outside world. our bodies misty, the air rough and blissfully clammy, yet neither of us realise it has arrived at the time we accompany each other at... 2 𝑎𝑚.❜ summary: armin and the reader's intimate relationship is on the mere brink of collapsing. the only mutual thing that binds them together is the reader's needy desires for uncalled for intimacy. armin does not know how to express his feelings through words, so he expresses it through intimacy, though it binds him to the reader. even though the urge to be with her is itching at arminʼs mind, and simple words could resolve it, transparency and armin aren't on the same page of the book.

ʏ/ɴ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪꜱ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ. ɴᴇᴡ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴜꜱ, ɴᴇᴡ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ, ɴᴇᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ, ᴀ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴛɪɴᴄᴛꜱ, ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴜɴꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ɪꜱ. ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ