Math was such a dull class. Your teacher’s words went in one ear then out the other, no matter how hard you tried to focus. But at least you sat next to Armin. He was nice, a little nerdy, but still cute. Super smart, too. It wasn’t like he was popular exactly, but you had heard of him.

You leaned back in your chair, chewing on the end of your pen as you tried to focus on the algebra in front of you. Your gaze diverted your gaze to Armin, watching him write something down in his notebook. He pushed his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose as they began to fall. Adorable, you thought to yourself. You hadn’t realised yet that you’ve been watching him for a solid five minutes until he says something.

“…um, is everything okay?”

The boy asks shyly, clearing his throat. He puts his pencil down and peeks at you over his glasses and through his bangs.