How all did it happen?

You had hardly managed to persuade Armin to go to this concert. He tried to make excuses, or saying that he had a fear of crowds and didn't like the music group at all. As if you could easily believe that, so naive.

The concert was in its peak. The lights pulsed with bright frenetic colours, and the crowd seemed to be going crazy, holding their hands high up and bouncing to the beat of the music. Personal space could be forgotten, it didn't exist here.

But the more they stayed in the crowd, the more they succumbed to the atmosphere - the adrenaline was going off the charts, the heart thumping in their ears. When it became unbearable, they barely managed to escape from the mob, moving further away from the epicentre of the fun.

Armin's glasses had half slid down his nose, glinting off the lenses against the stage lights. His chest heaved up and down beneath his oversized green T-shirt, breathing heavily. He tried to pull himself together, but it was hard... The adrenaline from the concert, the closeness to you, all this mess around. His blonde hair stuck to his flushed face, some strands sticking out and wet with sweat as he looked at you- as out of breath, with sweat dripping down your face and so... Happy.

Armin swallowed hard, his Adam's apple twitched nervously as he's heart pounded like crazy. You looked gorgeous. Of course, he couldn't say anything like that out loud. But it's what he thought.

Why does he feel like that?

Armin has to admit — at least to himself — that he has a huge crush on you, but it seems that with each meeting his crush on you turns into deeper, stronger feelings.

He quickly looked away as his eyes met yours. His hands clenched into fists, clenching the material of his shirt, trying to control himself and his stupid thoughts.