Attack On Titan One Shots

JEAN PT 2, POST GRAD ROMANCE

This is a continuation of the previous part! Jean and Y/N go on a date and begin their relationship after Y/N graduates —- this takes place a few months after the previous part!

I wrote this while on a call with my friend LMAO, love you Edie.

Y/N was waiting patiently behind the stage, waiting for her name to be called. Today was the day of her graduation and she was buzzing with anticipation and excitement. She would have two months of freedom, and good weather before she went to University. As she stood behind the curtains she thought back to all the days of school where she wasted time, hung out with her friends at lunch, bonded with teachers and all the good memories. As much as she enjoyed her experience, she was ready to move on, and to become an adult.

"Y/N." Principal Smith was calling her name, she hurried on stage, and walked across the stage, "Y/N is excited to graduate, and is looking forward to studying history next year. She thanks all her friends and teachers that made these years enjoyable." He continued to speak but all noise fell away from Y/N as she met eyes with Mr. Kirschtein. He stood in a black suit, smiling at her, her diploma in his hands. Y/N smiled at Principal Smith, and then met with Mr. Kirschtein as he handed over her diploma. He took her hand in his, and shook it.

"Congratulations, Y/N." He said, warmly. Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach erupt as she shook his hand. Ever since their heated encounter a couple months ago, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Kirschtein, he occupied all her thoughts, but she knew she would have to retire the daydream, eventually. It was getting easier, she still participated in class, and talked to Mr. Kirschtein in a casual, teacher to student way but something about this struck Y/N as different. She would just have to wait and see.

*Time skip to a few hours later*

The prom began and as Y/N sat in the girl's washroom, she realized there was no point for her being there. All her friends had graduated last year, and she only had a few friends in her year, and they were all with their own main friend groups. She jumped around, group to group, chatting with her peers until her threshold for socializing died, and she went to go sit in the corner of the room. She pulled out her phone and slumped down into a chair. She continued reading a steamy fanfiction about a movie she had just watched a couple days ago.

"Y/N, shouldn't you be celebrating the festivities?" Y/N looked up, and it was Mr. Kirschtein. He had taken off his suit jacket and was just wearing his black dress pants and white dress shirt.

"I got tired." Y/N replied.

"Fair enough." Mr. Kirschtein sat down next to Y/N, bringing his leg over his knee and leaning into Y/N, the room was vibrating with how much noise there was, and neither could hear a thing. "How do you feel now that you've graduated?" Mr. Kirschtein asked, shouting over the music.

"Relieved. I don't know if I could handle another year of being trapped here." Y/N replied, looking at her passing classmates walking by, heading in the direction of the bathroom.

"I understand the feeling." Mr. Kirschtein replied, "Make sure to cherish the night though, this time will be over before you know it."

Y/N looked at Mr. Kirschtein, she knew in her heart that she was done, and ready to move on with life, she was a long time ago. And each time she met eyes with Mr. Kirschtein, she saw the future she was longing for. "I have, and now I'm ready to move on." Y/N broke away eye contact and turned herself back into her chair, she felt herself blush intensley.

"Do you want a cigarette with me outside? It's loud and hot in here." Mr. Kirschtein asked.

"Don't you have to supervise the dance?" Y/N asked, even though she really did want to go.

Mr. Kirschtein checked his watch and shook his head, "I'm off the clock in a minute. Mre. Hange should take over my position."

"Then I'd love to." Y/N replied, and smiled brightly. He extended her hand and she took it, standing up, and grabbed her flashy gold purse before leaving the ballroom through the main doors. They walked through the foyer of the venue, listening to the fading music of the dance, and hearing each step of Y/N's heel collide with the floor. Y/N walked past a glass pane as they were leaving, and she caught a glimpse of herself, arm entangled with Mr. Kirschtein: she felt more at ease than she had all this past year. When they exited the building, there was a cool breeze and blew through Y/N's hair, and a chill ran down her spine. Mr. Kirschtein pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered her one. Y/N took one, leaning against the side of the building, pressing the heel of her foot on the brick wall.

"Light," Mr. Kirschtein held an ignited lighter, and Y/N placed the cigarette in between her fingers, holding it to the flame and bringing it to her lips. They smoked in silence for a few minutes, standing side by side, their shoulders pressed to each other. They could still hear the reverberating music in the ballroom. "Y/N," Mr. Kirschtein said, "you know you can just call me, Jean. No need for formalities around me." Jean looked over to Y/N, meeting her eyes in a sultry and caring gaze, his face softened, and Y/N gazed back, not saying a word. "I mean.." he continued, "unless you want to, I'd be okay with that too." Jean smirked. He ever so slightly leaned into Y/N.
"If that's what you want, Jean." Y/N replied, Jean grinned at her response, and he took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out on the cement ground. Y/N finished hers as well, and soon they both leaned against the wall, looking at each other, saying nothing. From the inside of the building, they could hear the DJ announce the last slow dance of the night,

"Grab your dates, ladies and gentlemen and get ready to slow dance. We're having our last dance of the night." the DJ said, muffled. Jean stuck out his hand to Y/N and took a step back from her,

"May I have this last dance, Y/N?"

Y/N didn't hesitate, she reached out for his hand, placing her other hand on his shoulder, and his on her waist. They swayed to the inaudible music in tune, Y/N's head on Jean's chest, she closed her eyes, cherishing the moment as much as she could. She wished this moment to never end.

"I've loved you from the moment I saw you, Y/N." Jean said, in a low, and hushed voice.

Y/N knew without a shadow of a doubt that she loved him back, in life she often over-thought but she had never felt more confident about her feelings for Jean. She lifted her head from his chest, looking up to him, "And I love you, Jean."

Y/N and Jean were mere centimeters away from each other, their faces becoming blurry to one another. The air becoming tense with anticipation and longing.

"Can I kiss you, Y/N?" Jean asked,

No response came from Y/N as she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. That was her response. Jean kissed back slowly, bringing his hand from her waist to placing his hand around the base of her neck, before sliding his hands up and cupping the side of her face. Y/N slid her hand over his shoulder, and around his neck, pulling him down closer to her. Their lips moved in tandem, Jean took Y/N's bottom lip in between his teeth and gently tugged, Y/N gently slid her tongue into Jean's mouth, feeling his tongue against hers before pulling away and continuing to kiss him. She felt as she never had before. She saw them together, throughout the years, hand in hand, among streets, in shops, at the altar with a priest, traveling together, old and greyed. Y/N was in the arms of her future, and she knew it with her whole being. Jean's hand traveled down from her face to her waist, and he wrapped his long arms around her, closing every inch of space between them. They kissed, and kissed and then pulled away, breathless.

"Yes. Yes you could, and you can, whenever you'd like." Y/N replied, her voice husky and shallow, Jean laughed, pressing his forehead to hers, and taking both of her hands in his.

"I love you, Y/N, I really do."

"And I love you, Jean." Y/N grabbed the side of his face and planted kisses on his cheek, going from his cheekbone, all the way down to his jawline. She then wrapped him in a tight embrace.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?"

"Only if you'll be my boyfriend." Y/N replied.