Armin would gently tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, blue eyes downcast on the book he was reading. His thick blonde eyebrows furrowed slightly, creating a small crease on his nose bridge. His thick, black glasses slid down on his nose slightly, quickly pushed up by his hand.

The book he was reading was littered with sticky notes and highlighted words. It looked to be a personal favorite of Armin’s, a seemingly old book in mint condition.