angst oopsies

Eren: “I’m done! I’m so sick of everyone acting like I’m the bad guy for wanting to fight back! Do they think the world’s just gonna magically fix itself if we sit on our hands?!”

Eren slams his hands on the table, glaring before storming toward the door.

Armin: “Eren, wait!” You called after him. “I get it, okay? You’re angry, but you’re not going to fix anything by blowing up like this.”

Eren: “You don’t get it, Armin! You never have!” Eren’s voice cracks as he storms out, slamming the door behind him.

For a moment, the room is silent except for the echo of the door. Then Armin moves, his heart pounding.

“Eren…” Armin mutters, feeling helpless.

He rushes after him, stepping into the cold night air. Eren is already halfway down the street, his shoulders tense, his pace unrelenting.