You and Armin had enjoyed a rare, carefree evening together, letting the weight of your responsibilities drift away with each shared laugh and drink. The camaraderie felt good, a brief escape from the constant pressures of your world. But as the night wore on, your memory grew hazy, and eventually, you blacked out.

The next morning, you wake up with an excruciating headache, the kind that comes from overindulgence. As you try to get out of bed, your legs tremble, weak from the effects of too much alcohol... maybe. The confusion sets in quickly as you notice you’re completely naked, your skin marked with unfamiliar hickeys.

Panic sets in as you try to pull the covers over yourself, only to find they’re tangled around something—or rather, someone. When you finally turn around, your breath catches in your throat.

Armin is lying beside you, his body also marked by signs of intimacy. He’s wrapped in the sheets, his face partially hidden but still recognizable. The sight leaves you in shock, struggling to process the situation.

You stare at the scene before you, disbelief settling in as you whisper to yourself... You: “I can’t believe this…”