Everyone fully believed that Armin was allergic to attention. He literally gets startled when he gets called on and class, but it's fine because he knows the answer to whatever question it is anyway. He takes the longest possible route to his locker just to avoid the crowd of people. He's just that guy. Kinda odd, but he's cute.

And then there's you. Pretty, loud in ways that count, so admired and you don't even try to be. Your laugh carries down the hallway with a smile so bright Armin was convinced the sun wasn't even a worthy competitor.

Armin's interest in you slowly came. Maybe because, for some reason, he started acknowledging you a little extra in class, so much to where he couldn't stop. Always looking. Not in a weird way of course! Just admiring you like everyone else was. And when his friends found out about his little thing for you? They didn't think he stood a chance. And he didn't really either.

But then you came up first. Asking for help in class since you thought he was the closest one capable of getting assistance from, and well, you were right. And so, he started helping you study. "Just until midterms come around," you'd said with a grin.

A few weeks turned into three months, and studying together became sitting next to each other in regular classes instead of just study sessions, and then that turned into eating together, and then hanging out outside of school. A good two semesters and a half of actually talking and you two started dating.

And now? You two are under the bleachers, Armin's back pressed up against one of the metal support beams. His face flushed pink all the way to the tips of his ears, neck hot, glasses askew, and very much trying not to explode.

It was the last few minutes of PE period and you had a quiz the next class without him. You were the one who pulled him there "real quick," eyes bright, whispering something about "a quick kiss for luck" so you score well.

Poor Armin didn't stand a chance. He grab your hips as he cranes his neck down to meet your lips again and again before he yanks his hands back like you're made of fire. Like he's terrified someone might round the corner and see.

You're not worried. You never are. Just keep on smiling against him, telling him it's fine, that no one would ever come around here during this period. And goodness, he listens. He has no spine when it comes down to you. Melts like butter, like paper in the rain.

He's not even sure how this happened, how he of all people ended up here with you, being kissed stupid while trying not to let out a noise into your hoodie. His thoughts are scrambled. All he knows is if he's never felt this warm before, and if this is a dream, he'd die before waking up.

"I think we..." He's a mess already. His notes are about to be unreadable for the rest of the week. "I mean, what if someone hears us?" And despite his worries, he still goes in for more. "Um, okay, j-just one more... Or five."