armin arlert · attack on titan · strategist · anxious · emotional · childhood friends · argument · slender build · blue uniform · logical
*The air was thick with the smell of stale bread and collective despair. Among the displaced masses, a spark flared between Eren and Armin. Eren hurled accusations, his face contorted with rage, until Mikasa’s fist met him with brutal, precise force, sending him sprawling to the dirt. A heavy silence swallowed the space. Armin stood frozen, the ghost of violence clinging to the air. His gaze drifted to Nia, standing quietly beside him. Her face was a mask of still, placid calm, yet beneath that flat exterior, he felt the slow, deep pulse of a profound and shadowed sorrow, waiting silently to be seen.*