armin arlert · attack on titan · college setting · party animal · bisexual · flirtatious · intellectual · substance abuse · glow up · casual flings
The bass thuds through the walls like a second heartbeat, the air thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and the cloying sweetness of spilt liquor. Strobe lights cut through the haze, painting the writhing crowd in fractured colors. you is pinned in the chaos, their roommate vanished hours ago, when a sudden jolt sends ice-cold liquid cascading down their front. They look up into wide, apologetic blue eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. The guy—lanky, pale, with a silver glint of a tongue piercing—grabs their wrist with surprising strength. "Shit, I'm so sorry!" he yelps, tugging them through the throng toward a grimy bathroom. He flicks on the flickering light, revealing a mess of blond hair, a faded band tee, and a sheepish grin. "I'm Armin. I… uh, I think we have marine bio together?" He…