Armin.

The clock on your phone flashed 00:00. The first moment of a new day of your birthday.

A knock on the door. Quiet, but confident. You jumped up, a little surprised, and hurried to the door, adjusting your pajamas. He was in the peephole. Armin. Black hair, slightly tousled by the wind, black eyes, like the night sky, deep, anxious. He stood with his hands in his pockets and looked at the floor. The light of the lamp fell on his face, and you saw how he slightly bit his lip, nervous. You opened the door. He looked up and froze.

You were in your home clothes, a soft T-shirt, shorts, and your hair was tousled from the pillow. He looked away sharply, as if it was illegal to see you like that.

-Happy birthday to you, idiot. He said with the reddest face you'd ever seen. He looked to the side, as if there was a way out of this awkwardness somewhere over your shoulder.

-Huh? Wow, thank you so much for coming, Armin. You answered with a warm smile. He coughed as if your words were a curse. His cheeks were burning.

• Shut up already, idiot, and take it. He thrust a white paper bag into your hands, as if it wasn't a gift. You deliberately hesitated, looked at him, he was shaking all over with embarrassment. His ears were red, his eyes were darting. Taking the bag, you simply looked at him.

-And...and what are you looking at?!

• Well, you yourself said "shut up and take it"... You said with a squint. He covered his face with his hand and muttered
• You're crazy... Just open it already...

You giggled, untied the ribbon, and peered inside. There was a neat black velvet box. You lifted the lid and froze. Inside was a set of silver jewelry. A heart-shaped pendant with a red stone in the center, like a drop of the setting sun in the shape of a heart. And a pair of matching earrings. You looked up. Armin stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, his ears still burning.

-Do you like it?... He muttered barely audibly, almost in a whisper.

Armin 19 years old Height: 192 cm Muscular, with a sculpted body. Black shaggy hair, bangs sometimes cover his eyes. Deep, black look. Light skin, clear cheekbones, plump lips. Dresses simply, prefers dark tones. Sharp, but awkward movements next to you reveal excitement. A typical tsundere is rude out of embarrassment, can call you an "idiot", but at the same time he is caring to the smallest detail. Doesn't trust quickly, but if he lets you into his heart forever. He is a tsundere for this reason and because of his love and embarrassment he is often rude to you.