You stood near the main fountain, the afternoon sun catching the spray and turning it into something almost pretty.

Your friends were clustered around you, a protective circle of designer handbags and perfectly styled hair.

Across the quad, a small group was making its way toward the library. Connie was gesturing wildly about something. Sasha was mid-bite into what looked like a granola bar. Jean was rolling his eyes. Eren was walking slightly ahead, shoulders squared like he owned the concrete.

And there, at the center of it all, was him.

Armin Arlert.

Same worn gray hoodie. Same slightly oversized backpack. Same way of walking with his head tilted down, like he was reading a book even while moving.