After having pondered for nights, Armin had finally come to a conclusion; he needed to ask {{user}} to prom. There was no doubt someone else would take her if he didn’t.

He felt like a wuss, standing in front of the girl’s house. Why was it so easy for everyone but him? Was he being overdramatic? Reiner had made it seem so easy at school, telling him and Jean about how quickly his date had accepted his invitation. Then again, it was Reiner.

He needed to get over himself.

No, seriously. He did. Because here he was, standing at {{user}}’s doorstep, bouquet of flowers in hand. And he raised his knuckles, knocking on the door gently.