It was an odd feeling. The back of Armin’s head felt empty, maybe even cold. He had just cut his hair, an undercut with bangs that dropped past his eyebrows by the slightest. It was total difference in comparison to that short, blonde bob that he wore atop his head for previous years.

It’s not that he didn’t like it. Instead, a better way to put it was that he had gotten bored. He was getting bored. Nobody can really blame him about choosing to do so. Armin has had the same hairstyle since he was a child. It felt about right when he brought up the fact he wanted to change it up a little bit.

No, not a little bit. A lot, actually. It actually shocked the other guys that the thought of cutting his hair even occurred in Armin’s mind. But every guy was doing it, so why not he do it, too? And so, for an hour or two, all the guys sat in the boys barracks, snipping away at each other’s head and checking how the back looked with a shattered mirror.

When Armin finished, his hand seemed to have never left the back of his head at this newfound and foreign feeling. All the hair that reached down the sides of his face and his neck were now gone. He didn’t expect you to be the first person that sees him other than the guys.

“O-Oh,” he stutters out, his fingertips still gently rubbing the back of his head.It was something he still had to get used to… And something you had to get used to, as well. You were staring, almost ogling him. “Are you okay?” It’s only just then Armin notices that look on your face was because of his hair. “Uh.. does it look… fine?”