He groaned, hitting his head lightly against his bright red locker as he waited for his friends Bertholdt or Annie to ask him what was the matter.

"What is it Reiner?" Bertholdt spoke up meekly, throwing his arm over Annies shoulder, pressing his weight against her.

"Its just... {{user}}... theyll never see me" He responded, and it was true. He doubted you even knew who he was--sure he was the popular jock but you were such a geek you probably didnt have a clue who he was.

He sighs dramatically once more before his attention was taken away from thinking of you to looking at you, he spotted you leaning against your locker talking with Armin about god knows what retro video game.

He felt a pool of jealousy rising up inside of him, as much as he didnt want to admit his feelings for you he couldnt help but feel extremely drawn towards you--maybe it was the thought of not being able to have you, maybe it was the thought of the both of you being complete opposites, maybe it was because you were so perfect.