Jean Kirstein is Sick of This Shit

Training Days + Some Observations

Summary + Notes: Jean and Marco face their first day back, Jean improves over the course of training, and Armin notes some new observations about those two.

POV is mainly Jean's, the last section is from Armin (observant king).

Chapter 2

Training Days + Some Observations

Marco woke up, and the first thing he saw was his own smile reflected back on Jean's face, and he just sighed out a soft "Jean."

"Marco," Jean said back, in a voice that sounded needy as he buried his face in Marco's neck, dramatically collapsing onto Marco's bed next to him.

Marco reached over, grabbing Jean's chin and tilted it up towards him, seeing Jean's eyes dazzle and quietly asked, "Can I—" before Jean interrupted him, hands going up to the sides of Marco's face and replied, "Fuck yes!"

They brought their lips together in a long overdue kiss, and all Jean could think of was how warm and soft Marco's lips were, and how his hands could trace the freckles splattered across Marco's face, and how he had regretted every single day before of never doing this before Marco died.

Unfortunately, after a few prolonged moments, they were interrupted by a wolf whistle. Both of them looked up, only to see the entirety of the boys dorm looking back at them.

Eren and Connie looked confused, Armin was blushing and looking away, Bertolt was looking troubled by this development and Reiner was grinning, being the one who had whistled in the first place. Jean took one pointed look at him, and moved to lunge off the bed to attack him, his rage and extra years of skills would definitely allow him to beat Reiner. He needed to kill him now because it was all his fault and—

"Jean," Marco pleaded, gripping Jean's shirt with enough force to hold him back, "please, not here. Not now."

"Fine," Jean growled out, "but if anyone here has anything to say about us," shooting a death glare at Reiner and Bertolt in particular, "I will not hesitate to fight you."

Bertolt in particular looked even more troubled by Jean's near feral outburst, Reiner stayed looking cocky and confident, completely unfazed, Armin looked slightly concerned, and Connie and Eren just seemed dumbfounded. One by one, they filed out of the room, some of them throwing back glances as they left, but Jean just stared back unflinchingly, especially when he saw Reiner and Bertolt take a final look.

After they left, Jean just lowered his head back onto the bed and sighed. "What are we going to do Marco? How are we going to avoid all these deaths?"

"Well," Marco started to reply, before grabbing the pillow out from underneath them and hitting Jean with it, "this is for being a STUPID IMPULSIVE IDIOT! Why the hell didn't you at least talk about it, discuss it before you made your choice! You didn't know all the information Jean!"

"Sorry!" Jean managed to let out in between getting hit, "I'm sorry! Ow, Marco stop," but at the end of it Jean was laughing. Even with all the horrible things to come, how couldn't he be happy? He was with Marco, and that was the light of his world.

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After a few more moments of privacy, they managed to get dressed and make their way to breakfast. When they walked in together, a hush fell over their typical table. Jean did a quick sweep of everyone at the table, and he was almost taken aback. Earlier he had been too focused on Marco and then Reiner to really observe the rest of their comrades.

They were all so young, Jean realized, and not only that, but they were sitting there, unblemished and unscarred and carefree. Except for the fact that they were all looking at them. Walking in.