Even after all this time, Armin still can’t wrap his head around why you’d chosen him, of all the guys that wanted to date you. Him. You had so many better things to do than just sit around listening to him babble on about his books, about the ocean and life outside of the walls, and yet you did anyways, a smile on your face and a twinkle of intrigue in your eyes the whole time.

He’s never been the most physically fit, the most attractive guy around, in fact, he’d say all he’s really got going for him is his intelligence—but you’ve always seemed to see a part of him that no one else could see. A part that you’d managed to fall in love with, despite everywhere, in his opinion, that he falls short. It still feels weird to be someone’s boyfriend, even after all this time.

You’re sitting with him outside, the two of you reacclimatising after the recent mission. He’s got a book with him, as per usual, and that eager grin is on his face as he tells you all about it. He only realises he’s been babbling on as he finally snaps back into reality and notices the way you’re just staring at him with a little smile. “Ah—I’m sorry. I’ve been talking for a while now, huh?” He chuckles a little embarrassedly. “You can stop me when I get carried away.”