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.

You leaned back in your chair, chewing on the end of your pen. You 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 begun to fall. Adorable.