Armin quietly looked up from his book, admiring y/n, who was sitting across from him, reading as well. Y/n glanced up from their book, Armin quickly dropped his gaze back down to his book, cheeks flushing with embarrassment, rather than going back to actually the blonde boy nervously fiddled with his fingers.
"You look like a strawberry, Armin." Y/n whispered, giggling quietly.
Armin's cheeks grew more flushed as he chuckled nervously."Sorry...you're just...really pretty..." his ocean blue eyes gleamed with embarrassment, yet also fondness.
Y/n blushed slightly, hiding their face being their book.
"I don't know how someone like me has someone like you...I guess I'm lucky!"
"I'm the lucky one...you're so intelligent, caring, and cute... I'd say you're unlucky"
Armin tilted his head, blushing profusely; he was used to being made fun of for his looks and how smart he is. "I-I'm not...," He covered his face with his hands "I'm not unlucky... I'm the luckiest person on the planet..."
Y/n went silent, face flushed, too flustered to speak.
"Are y–"
Quickly y/n leaned over the table, kissing the blonde. Now Armin went silent for a few seconds, processing what just happened. "W-why did you-?!"
"I love you, Armin..."
