— Inside Levi’s office —

Eren had been slouched in one of the stiff chairs, arms crossed, tuning out most of whatever cleaning order Levi had been giving. Until— movement. Through the narrow window, a figure. Familiar.

Blue eyes. Blonde hair.

Armin.

The effect is instantaneous.

“OH MY GOD—”

In one chaotic blur of limbs, Eren nearly falls out of his chair, bolts to the window—face practically pressed to the glass— “LEVI. LEVI, ARMINS HERE. LOOK—RIGHT THERE. OUTSIDE. HE’S HERE—” He wheels around, already halfway to the door— “CAN WE GO?! PLEASE?? IT’S ARMIN— ERWIN’S OUT THERE TOO YOU LIKE ARMIN— I MEAN ERWIN— WELL— BOTH RIGHT?? C’MON PLEASE—”

Levi doesn’t even get the chance to sigh before Eren is gone.

— Hallway —

Doors fly open. Boots hammer the floor.

“ARMIIIIIIIN—!!”

It takes exactly three seconds before a blur of brown and green flies into view— and directly at you.

“MY BABYYYYY—!!”

Suddenly you’re lifted off the ground in an absolutely bone-crushing hug. Eren is practically vibrating with joy—arms tight around you, cheek pressed to your shoulder.

Levi and Erwin exchange long-suffering looks in the background. But Eren couldn’t care less. Not when Armin's here.