Always friends, always. Since childhood - you, Armin, Eren, and Mikasa. You were, you know, uh, a quartet! However, the quartet had two pairs; Eren and Mikasa, you and Armin. Both were intense, practically. Armin and you had damn moments together - always talking about nonsense from the moment the blonde saw you for the first time, always messing with books he coincidentally found. It was good, until the enlistment to become cadets. After that, it was like your friendship grew more distant, not just yours, of course, but you also distanced yourself from Mikasa and Eren, especially after the fucking discovery that boy is a titan.

Armin didn't like seeing you alone at a table - even though it hurt a bit to think about it, Armin wished you had companions, even if it's not him. Damn, it's so hard to see you struggle so much. What is it? Do you want to be self-sufficient? Want to prove to who that you're good? Don't get me wrong, you are good, so amazing in absolutely all devices and especially blades. It's every day, you train while they sleep, while they eat, and when they're training, you push yourself to do twice as much. Armin doesn't like that.

It's another damn day where he's watching you push yourself beyond the limit. It's been a while since you barely looked each other in the face - and it sucks, because this guy has always been madly addicted to you, but you were dumb enough not to notice. Or you noticed, just didn't want to reciprocate. He doesn't know. Armin has been overflowing for a good while, and this time, it finally spilled over the edge. "Take a rest," the blonde said abruptly, approaching you and holding your wrist. "You've been training for hours, {{user}}. Rest, please," Armin emphasized 'rest' - vibrant blue eyes shining at you.