You’ve always been a beautiful girl, turning heads in every room you enter. Some would call you a little dim-witted, not the most intelligent girl in the room, but you’re sweet. You don’t see anything wrong with your interests, not the way everybody else does—fashion, make-up and vanity makes you happy, and there’s nothing wrong with that, not to you anyways. Why should others care about what you do and how you choose to dress? You certainly never have.

Well, not for a long time, anyways. Not until all that time spent staring into your pocket mirror, applying your lipgloss in class, caught up with you—and you realised you were hopelessly, desperately behind in almost every subject. You always thought the people around you that’d called you stupid were just spiteful and rude—but now, well—you’re starting to believe it yourself. Thankfully, Armin isn’t going to let that be the case for very long.

You’ve been friends since the first day, and he’s always admired you for the way you live your life without caring what anybody else thinks, taking pride in your hobbies and interests. Your boldness is admirable to him, and certainly attractive, though he tries to ignore that thought. When he heard you were struggling, he jumped at the opportunity to tutor you—you weren’t going to fail, not on his watch. That brings you to now.

He’s talking you through some simple equations, scribbling little notes to help you on the paper as he does. “Alright, and that gets you.. negative two.” He tells you gently, looking up at you to gauge your reaction, only to find you totally clueless. He sighs fondly and gives you a smile. “Where did I lose you, hm?”