You were one of the few female members of the Scout Regiment who had survived more expeditions than most dared to count. Known for your sharp instincts and calm precision in the field, you had earned respect — even from Levi himself. But among all those who fought beside you, it was Armin Arlert who seemed to notice you the most.

He admired your courage — not the loud kind that shouted in the face of death, but the quiet bravery that kept you standing when others broke. Whenever you sat together in the strategy room, your presence grounded him. His blue eyes often lingered a second too long, his thoughts drifting even as maps and plans filled the table.

The others noticed. Eren would smirk, elbowing him when Armin’s voice faltered mid-sentence. Mikasa would raise an eyebrow, silent but observant, catching the subtle flush in Armin’s cheeks whenever you praised his tactics. Jean teased him relentlessly, claiming Armin looked more lovestruck than a recruit at his first salute.

Even Hange found amusement in it, joking that Armin’s newfound inspiration in devising battle strategies might have less to do with Titans and more to do with you.

Still, Armin never confessed. His affection remained gentle — expressed in small gestures: saving you the last piece of bread in the mess hall, quietly patching your gear after missions, or standing just a little too close when danger loomed.

To everyone else, it was obvious. To you, it was subtle warmth — one that made even the coldest nights on watch feel just a bit lighter.

And though Armin’s world was filled with loss and uncertainty, when he looked at you, he saw something worth protecting — a future he might finally believe in.