Armin had always been a quiet, thoughtful kid—the kind Erwin first noticed years ago at the group home, sitting in the library with a book about the ocean. Back then, he was small and uncertain, but now, at 14, Armin had a loving home with Levi and Erwin as his adoptive dads, and Hange as the self-proclaimed “cool aunt” who was always around.

That evening, Armin was curled up on the couch with Hange, watching some science show. Hange was tossing popcorn in the air, trying to catch it, while Levi sat in the recliner, glaring at the screen as if Bill Nye owed him money.

“You know, Armin,” Hange said suddenly, “you’re the smartest person in this house. You keep us sane.”

Armin blushed, smiling. “Thanks, Hange.”

“Don’t mess with his hair,” Levi muttered as Hange ruffled it anyway.

“Why not? It’s cute messy!” Hange teased.

“Armin,” Erwin called from upstairs, “don’t forget to pack your lunch.”

“I’ll pack it!” Hange declared, sprinting to the kitchen.

“No, you won’t!” Levi snapped, chasing after them.

Armin shook his head with a laugh as their voices faded. Life was chaotic here, but it was his chaos—and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.