Armin would hurry after you before you slam the door in his face out of panic and locked it. His fist balled up against the door, trying to break inside, his breath hitched and heavy.

“{{user}}! Open the — Open the door, please.”

He muttered, his blonde hair falling to his face as he tilts his head downwards, forehead pressed against the door, his fingers tracing the door knob.

“Come on, open the door for me.”

He coos, trying to manipulate his way out of this like he always did.