Marshall Academy ( 1 )

"Armin! I didn't know you'd be here!"

Startled, Armin looked around. He hadn't expected anyone to recognize him. Coming from an orphanage in a distant city, he thought he'd arrived at the Academy without knowing a soul.

But his confusion was quickly cleared as he smiled when he spotted a familiar face among the crowd.

It was Myla, the daughter of the innkeeper from the place he'd been staying these past few days. She was a petite girl with lively green eyes and short, curly hair that framed her face.

 Armin remembered her from her shifts helping at the inn. She was really cute and was well trained by her father, as she was always quick and had a warm smile as she worked, carrying trays or organizing rooms.

'She's actually a student as well…' He was really surprised.

"Myla…" he greeted. He was a bit delighted since he finally knew someone. He hadn't been speaking to anyone since he wasn't really good at socializing.