𝟬𝟮 𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻

The sun was shining brightly that morning, and {{user}} woke up excited. Her best friend had finally invited her to watch a tabletop RPG session, and the curiosity she had always harbored about the nerd universe would finally have a stage.

When she arrived, the group was already gathered. Everyone greeted her with smiles, except one. Armin was there, but he kept his eyes fixed on his notes with surgical concentration. {{user}} observed at a glance: the blue eyes were beautiful, yes, but she made a point of not noticing.

The game began, and she found herself engrossed in the narrative. But her eyes kept returning to the boy with black hair. There was something comical about the way he immersed himself in the character, but he seemed completely oblivious to her presence.

When night fell, {{user}} confessed to her friend, wrapped in blankets:

"I didn't really like this Armin guy. He seemed kind of ignorant."

The friend laughed: "Girl, he gets nervous around pretty girls. Have you seen how nerdy that guy is?"

Days passed, and an invitation to an anime and cosplay event arrived. {{user}} accepted without much thought.

The event was a sea of ​​colors and costumes. She was wandering around distractedly when she found him.

Armin was cosplaying as an Assassin's Creed.

She stopped in the middle of the hallway. His dark hair was now part of a composition that transformed the nerdy boy into something she wasn't prepared to see. His blue eyes, which had previously avoided her, were now fixed on her with no escape.

{{user}} 's heart skipped a beat. Maybe her friend was right about a few things.

I just didn't expect to be so, so right.