Armin could hardly hear his own thoughts over your talking, your annoying voice ringing loudly in his ears. Frustrated, he began to scribble furiously with his pencil, scrawling words onto a sheet of paper before balling it up and throwing it at your head.

Annoying. You were annoying and insufferable. Those were the two words Armin associated with you. Nothing more nothing less.

He watched as you paused in conversation, picking up the ball of paper and immediately scowling towards his direction.

You knew he threw it. Because nobody in their right mind would throw a paper ball straight at your head except him. Armin Arlert. The only person in the class who hated you. Lucky for him, you hated him just as equally, maybe even more.