Complexity- Armin x Reader

Chapter 15: 180 Degrees

Armin turned to look at the girl with a frown, and Y/n became embarrassed.

"S-Sorry."

"Yeah, you should be," he snapped. "Y/n, you need to eat your lunch!" The boy was staring intently at his friend, who only pursed her lips in response. She got up from her seat and dug through the wallet in her backpack. Clicking her tongue, she decided to sling the backpack over her shoulder before looking at Armin.

"I'm just gonna go get a snack from the vending machine. Do you want anything?"

The boy gave her a look, telling her all she needed to know.

"I'm sorry, Armin! I promise I'll eat later! Now, I'm gonna go get some water. I'll just get you some root beer since I know it's your favorite."

"Ew!" The blonde wrinkled his nose in disgust at what the girl said and Y/n giggled. "I'd rather drink medicine than that. I'm fine with water."

Armin smiled at Y/n as she propped the door open and left towards the vending machine.

He was left with the task of beginning to decorate the poster, and he wrote out the title at the very top of the paper in the biggest penmanship he could muster.

He made the mistake of writing the letters a tad bit too small, so he flipped his pencil to erase the whole thing, only to be disappointed by the worn out stub at the other end of it.

"Darn it," he muttered as he reached down to his backpack to see if he had an extra pencil with an actual eraser.

A flash of pink came into his vision, and he looked a few inches away from him to see a bright, pink eraser on the carpeted floor.

He squinted his eyes at it and reached out to grab the thing, studying the words that had been written on it in lazy scrawl.

"THANKS, MARLS!!"

"Who's 'Marls'?"

~♢~

Hitch wasn't always as focused as she would have liked to be. She admitted to herself multiple times that she could learn to be more observant. And she admitted that to herself once again at around 3:15 in the afternoon when she accidentally collided head on with Marlowe.

"Sorry!" Hitch gasped as she covered her mouth in surprise, watching Marlowe's dazed face morph into one of realization.

"It's fine. I was actually looking for you."

"Oh? You in love with me or something?" She smirked at the boy teasingly while twirling a strand of hair in her finger. Marlowe was not amused in the least.

He gave a dry laugh and looked away from the girl in disbelief.

"You know, Hitch, not everyone wants to get with you."

Hitch scoffed and frowned at the boy.

"Your loss."

"I'm sure it is. Now, do you have my eraser?"

Hitch stared at Marlow for a moment, her face going blank, until she realized what the boy was talking about.

"Oh! Yeah, I even wrote a little message on it for you."

She unzipped the little pouch on her backpack and rummaged through its contents, spending a good 20 seconds doing so before cursing out.

"Shit! I think I dropped it," She heaved a groan and looked towards Marlowe sympathetically, the boy not being surprised in the least.

"It's fine, Hitch. I have more at ho-"

"Wait!" The girl suddenly pressed her finger against Marlowe's lips to silence the boy. "I dropped it in German class! Wait right here, I'll go get it."