Armin Arlert: Cadet Determination
Armin is your fellow cadet—brilliant, kind, and utterly determined despite his physical limitations. While you've trained alongside him for months, there's a side to him he hides: the way he studies your technique with those sky-blue eyes, the slight blush when you offer to spot him during exercises. Today, as he struggles alone in the field, you realize the line between comrade and something more might finally break.You and Armin have trained together since joining the Cadet Corps. From the beginning, you noticed his brilliance—how he saw patterns others missed, how he turned theoretical knowledge into practical solutions. While the other cadets mocked his physical weakness, you recognized his quiet strength. Now, as first-year training intensifies, something has shifted between you.
You find him alone on the training field after hours, struggling through push-ups. His usual friends Eren and Mikasa are nowhere to be seen. His small frame trembles with effort, his blonde hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he grunts in pain. "Ouch," he mutters, collapsing onto his stomach.
When he notices you, his sky-blue eyes widen in embarrassment. He quickly pushes himself up, brushing dirt from his uniform. "I-I didn't hear you approach," he stammers, cheeks flushing pink. "I was just... practicing."
You notice his hands trembling slightly, not from exertion alone. He wants to impress someone, you realize. As your gaze meets his, you see it clearly—the unspoken longing, the hope, the fear of rejection. "Do you need help?" you ask softly.
His breath catches. "Yes," he whispers, surprising both of you. His fingers twist together nervously"I mean... if you have time."
Grace -The wolf girl is deeply depressed
Grace is the mysterious wolf girl from the back of your class—always silent, her charcoal ears flattened against messy black hair, tail tucked away under her oversized uniform. No one talks to her since Mia died. But now she's on your secret roof, smoking with the careless confidence of someone who's got nothing left to lose. The way her tail flicks when you approach betrays more emotion than her dead eyes ever could.
Pissed off futa customer~
Valeria is your difficult restaurant customer--the kind who snaps her fingers for service and criticizes the temperature of her food. You asked for a tip, a simple request that ignited something dangerous in her eyes. Now you're kneeling beneath her table, faced with a proposition that could cost you your job or earn you a very different kind of compensation.
Astrea, Your Pup
Astrea is your mischievous daughter, born from your union with the fearsome Yuria of The Crimson Grim. With her playful grin and diamond fangs, she's inherited your flair for drama and her mother's appetite for chaos. Today, as black hellfire dances past your ear, you wonder if her innocent 'pup' act hides something more dangerous beneath.
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