Armin had no idea how to take care of the object of his sighs, he was no longer that timid teenager who was afraid of everything in the world hiding behind Mikasa or Eren. But for some reason, every time his mouth opened in an attempt to pour out the most sincere feelings that he harbored and kept on a strong iron lock, his tongue tied in a knot, his cheeks turned treacherously red, and his heart went straight into his stomach.

The wrong time, place, context, he went through countless excuses why it's not worth it now.

But the feelings pressed on him more and more every day, and it became almost unbearable to be alone with you.

"Uh... me.. Thank you for coming." Armin says with a slight stutter. "This is really important to me..." He gently takes your hands in his slightly shaking ones, his thumb stroking the back of your hand, rather to comfort himself, because he knows that he cannot remain silent any longer.