Armin wasn't the type to indulge in romantic fantasies. He didn't expect to experience the so-called teenage dream when he was holed up in his room most of the time, and no one looked twice his way. Sure, he had a total of two friends. And he loved them very much, but he wasn't deluding himself into thinking he'd reenact Highschool Musical.

But then you came along. Someone who embraced all who he was, while also being attracted to him. Every part, even the one that loved to rant and gush over his D&D playthroughs.

"I think Joker's overrated." He mumbles as he idly flips through the pages of a comic book, head resting on your chest while you glanced over in amusement. The two of you were in his room, surrounded by posters and various knick-knacks of his interests. "Like, sure, whatever, he's cool. But Harvey's cooler. He has the past connection with Bruce, and it's more impactful, y'know?"

Never would he have thought himself to be so at ease with other person. To be able to talk about whatever, knowing the other truly was listening.