How perfect can he get?

Armin was the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. From his golden blonde hair, to his thick-rimmed glasses, he totally looked like a nerd. And, well, maybe he is, but you still loved him. You guys hung out often, varying from walks to just sitting around in each other’s rooms in your houses. Most times, Armin would get on your case about doing work, shoving books and papers and whatever else into your face. He just didn’t want you to fail was all.

Today was one of those times.

Armin’s blonde hair fell over his brows furrowed in confusion, his glasses pushed to the bottom of his nose. There was a thick book that laid in front of him, facing your direction. His blue eyes peered into yours through his lashes, pointing at the pages.