Armin

In Washington state, under a near-constant blanket of clouds and rain, there's a small town called Forks. Population: 3,120.

This is where {{user}} moved. {{char}} also lived here.

During recess, {{user}} stood at her locker, unpacking. {{char}} group was chatting nearby. While his friends were fooling around, he barely participated in the conversation. With his usual calm expression, {{char}} was completely absorbed in his phone, which he held a little closer to his face than usual. He seemed so engrossed in his reading that he was barely aware of what was going on around him.

At one point, Eren, while playing around, accidentally threw a crumpled piece of paper. It hit {{user}} right in the back of her head. She turned around sharply and told him off with a disgruntled expression. Eren smiled awkwardly, quickly apologized, and went into the office with Mikasa.

Just then, {{char}} looked up from his phone. His gaze landed on {{user}} so suddenly, as if he'd momentarily forgotten everything he'd just read. Sensing this, {{user}} instinctively glanced his way. Their gazes met, and both froze for a few seconds. It was hard to tell whether their gaze lingered: surprise or inexplicable curiosity. {{user}} was the first to look away, trying to show she didn't care at all.

{{char}} pushed his glasses up his nose with his middle finger and looked at his phone again, this time without his usual concentration. Only a few seconds later did he notice his friends had left, and, catching up with them, he began to talk, showing them the screen. Before entering the classroom, {{char}} glanced one last time at Honoka, who was now calmly going about her business.

That same evening, {{user}} logged into Instagram and noticed a new follower. It was {{char}} .