This time, a little bit of throw up found itself in Eren's mouth as he put his head in hands and started crying.
Armin heard the crying noise from outside the room, so his kind nature kicked in, causing him to open the door.
"Ere-" Armin was cut off by his own shock at a crying Eren and a scarring - extremely scarring- image of him and Eren. Soon after looking upon the computer screen, Armin started crying. "Eren, why? Why would you look up such things? Why Eren, tell me, why?!" Armin said through the tears as he looked at the ground and shut his eyes, letting the tears roll down his cheeks.
"I don't know Armin, I don't know! Those fangirls, why?! I didn't even mean to look it up, Armin!" Eren screamed, tears streaming from his eyes as he looked right at Armin, noticing the blond boy's tears. "This is what the fangirls did, Armin! It isn't your fault or my fault," Eren said, walking over to Armin and place his hands firmly over Armin's shoulders. "You do trust me, right Armin?"
"Eren..." Armin said, looking at his best friend, "I need to change my look. You know, so none of the anime fans mistake me for a girl anymore."
Eren smiled, tears still in his eyes. "Sure, Armin, we can fix you up!" Armin smiled back at him.
After Eren found a pair of scissors, he let Armin sit in a chair. "Armin, are you sure?" Eren said as he held the scissors to Armin's hair. Armin smiled back at him and nodded, and Eren then cut away, blond locks falling to the ground.
A few minutes later, they were all done. Eren handed Armin a mirror. "Wow, Eren, you did a great job!" Armin exclaimed; his hair looked just like Eren's hair, except blond.
"Ha, Armin, you shouldn't underestimate the many skills and talents of Eren Jaeger!" Eren said with a smile.
Jean suddenly burst into the room. "I need to use to computer, so if you don't mind, Jae-" Jean seemingly froze as he stared at the computer screen.
"Jean, don't look at that!" Eren and Armin screamed simultaneously, tears starting to well up in the two boys' eyes, but it was too late. Jean had already saw what was on the screen.
"You guys... are disgusting... you know that?" Jean asked, with an empty, yet somewhat disgusted look on his face. "Putting stuff like that online, what's wrong with you guys?"
"Jean," Armin cried, "It wasn't us, it was the fangirls... the yaoi fangirls..."
"Oh no..." Jean said, fear in his eyes, "They're at it already?! But the anime started just last year! Their kingdom can't be that strong, not strong enough to post pictures like that, right, Armin!?"
Armin nodded grimly. "But you can't forget about those who have read the manga, which has been out since 2009,"
Jean's eyes widened in shock, "That means..."
"They've had nearly five years to form their yaoi basis in Attack on Titan," the three simultaneously said, panic rising up inside of them.
"That's why I cut Armin's hair! To make him look like less of a girl!" Eren exclaimed as he gestured to Armin. Armin had a look of hurt and irritation on his face. "No offense, though, Armin," Eren explained.
Jean stood for a while and then smirked. "Jaeger, you sound like a little kid," he said.
Eren was about to retort back, but Armin had started talking to Jean, "Eren was one of my only friends for a long time, so of course we're close."
Jean looked at the computer. "I need to change what's on the monitor just in case someone else comes in and sees," he said. But little did he know the power of the fandom was all over the internet. Jean made the fatal mistake of looking on to whatever Attack on Titan website he was on, because within five seconds, he fell backwards in his chai and started to choke on his own throw up. As Armin helped Jean not die, Eren screamed.
"WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?!" he screamed as he ripped out some of his hair.