Armin had never really been the type to frequent parties like this. They were loud and, frankly, barbaric. There were groups of people grinding against each other's legs like dogs in heat, eating their faces off and pressed so close together they were probably sharing air. It was... Definitely not his scene. But he'd come because this was Eren's party, and Eren was his friend.

If only he were here. Armin was sitting alone in the corner of the room with his airpods in and unit 5 of Developmental Psychology playing on his audiobook playlist, staring off into the distance and absentmindedly rolling his piercing in his mouth. Booooring.