Attack on Titan Oneshots.

Eren Jaeger

As I sat in the mess hall, blowing my hair out of my face, I caught sight or Jean looking me up and down before raising an eyebrow.

"Why don't you just cut your hair?"

"Cause she looks cute with it long." Eren draped himself over my back, his arms looping around my shoulders, his chin resting on top of my head. I sighed.

"It's not your call, Jaeger." Connie looked to me as Jean spoke, resting his head on his hand as he stared at my long hair.

"A-actually it is...we made a deal, he makes decisions to do with my hair..."

"Why would you do that? That's suicide in itself." I shrugged, tipping my head back so I was looking up at Eren, the boy staring down at me with a smile.

"Last time she made a decision about her hair we were eight and she cut too much, so my mom had to cut it really short. She hated it." I nodded, leaning up a little and pecking Eren's lips. He smiled down at me, subtly giving me a small eskimo kiss, making me giggle. He played with my hair for a bit before turning his head to Sasha and asking for a hair band. She pulled one from her wrist and I shook my head, knowing where this was going. Eren had a very bad, and frequent, habit of fiddling with my hair and then creating little hairstyles with just one hair band. This time he was stood behind me, occasionally gently tipping my head back so he could plait the front of my hair, creating a sort of waterfall braid to keep my hair out of my face. Eren tied it with the band before dipping down and pecking my cheek, immediately heading back over to Mikasa and Armin, two other's I had grown up with. Jean stared at me, Connie pulling a face.

"You guys are together?" I pulled a face, confused, and shook my head. "You guys just kissed, you act like a couple." I shrugged.

"We've always done that." The two shared an amused and surprised look.

"You what?" Jean laughed, now invested in the conversation, while I was genuinely confused.

"We've always done that." I repeated. "Is that weird?"

"A little bit." I bit my lip, looking down at my food. "How long have you guys done that?" I shrugged.

"I don't know...since we were like..." I thought it over in my head, trying to figure out how old we were when it all started. "Maybe when we met Mikasa? So when we were like nine?" The two boys started at me.

"For the past eight years?" I smiled nervously and nodded. We had all joined the Scouts by now, Eren's hair a little longer than when we had all joined the Survey Corps, the two of us now 17.

"Y-yeah..."

"You've got three choices, as I see it." I stare at Jean, the two-tone haired, now 6'2", male smirked as I fell silent, letting him speak. "You date the suicidal maniac," I felt my cheeks flush. "You stop kissing him with your weird friendship," I glanced over my shoulder at the trio I had grown up and survived with. "Or you start dating someone." I furrowed my brow, Jean gently taking a hold of my face, his index and middle finger tilting my head up so my eyes would meet his. "Do you like him?" I nodded a little. "Do you want to see how he feels about you?" My gaze shifted down, looking at the table Jean had leaned across to get me to look up. "I apologise in advance." I shared a confused look with Connie, soon feeling Jean's lips on mine. Connie's eyes widened, so did Sasha's, and so did mine. I heard something slam on a table, hearing a bench screech across the wooden floor.

"Get the fuck off her, Kirschtien! Right now!" Jean pulled away from me with a smirk, offering me a quick wink. I turned my head and saw Eren panting, beyond angry. Mikasa's eyes were wide, while Armin just looked away to his food, already traumatised at the volume of his best friend. what the fuck... I saw him mutter to himself, releasing a breath and lightly shaking his head. Strands of hair had fallen into Eren's face, his hair having been pulled back into this incredibly attractive, little, messy ponytail. I stared at my childhood friend in surprise. I really didn't expect him to act this way.