he didn't have many friends, he didn't really need them. Armin didn't feel lonely, because all he needed were his favorite video game discs, anime cassettes from the 90s, and a new issue of manga that he bought last week.

that tiny number of his friends included you.

you're classmates, but both of you never really communicated until the two of you were put together on a school project as the two smartest students in the class.

coincidentally, you had the same hobbies, like counting down the seconds to the release of a new manga chapter every week, just like him.

nevertheless, you decided to try something new when the popular girls in your class suggested that you come to a party this weekend, and to his surprise, you agreed.

Armin knew it wasn't the best idea, but all he said was, "be careful and watch your drinks if you drink."

It ended as he expected, when you found yourself in his room drunk and giggling after midnight.

you distracted him by hanging on his arm while he was trying to solve a physics textbook for the year ahead for the second time.

“careful or you're going to fall," he warned, carefully holding your forearm. "you need to sit down."

to his surprise, your arms wrapped around his neck as you looked at him with glassy eyes, which made him confused.

Armin couldn't even imagine that you would take advantage of it so meanly, literally pouncing on him like a predator on prey.

he remembered it as the most distinct (best) a dream in his life. your lips on his, the compliments whispered between kisses, your too brazen hands that got under his clothes and felt every inch of his skin.

In his entire life, no one has complimented him as much as you did last night. drunk people are honest people, he believed in it, and yet…

you woke up in his room, in his clothes and without makeup on your face (he took care of it), but with a headache and a dry throat.

Armin was sitting at his desk with his back to you, playing with a pencil in his hand. "good morning. I did your homework for the weekend."

you smiled. "it's good that I have such a good friend like you."

he bites his pencil a little harder, repeating in his mind "friend?" it was almost outrageous after what happened last night.