Armin Arlert
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“Oh.”
He’d been told he was being setup for a blind date. His friends were getting worried he was too focused on university, that he needed a break, blah, blah. Armin relented, but he hadn’t expected to see you. You’d dumped him in high school, he still didn’t understand why you had never told him. Honestly, he’s still upset about it.
“It’s you,” he says after a tense moment, oddly nervous.
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