How You Really Are | Jearmin

Chapter 3

Again it was one of those mornings when Jean and Armin had free time at the same time, which was advantageous if they wanted to go back to the old sewing club lounge.

As usual they had been kissing each other, currently with calmer kisses, with a better rhythm, less disorganized, almost bordering on sweet, a characteristic that Armin refused to think possible knowing that Jean really didn't feel that way about him.

The blonde perfectly knows why the other one is with him, this had been nothing more than confusion, mixed with some curiosity.

The younger didn't want to be with him, he didn't want to like boys, he's heterosexual and somehow Armin found a way to accept that false affection in the kisses and caresses he gave him, no matter how much it hurt him after all.

He looks feminine, he knows it perfectly, they had told him a lot and repeated it even when he had already clarified that he was a boy.

His long hair, his short stature, his slim build, his tender face. If Jean had to be confuse for a boy even though he only liked women, of course it would be him, it would be easy for him to pretend that he was a girl.

But that was fine, it's not like Armin could get any better anyway, in what other situation would he have a chance with someone like Jean Kirstein to be close to him and do things like kiss him?

"Hey," says the brunette, slowly parting from his lips, "I was thinking you could help me for my next history test."

"We're not in the same class," he says, frowning as he removes his hand from the youngest's cheek.

"Yes, I know, but I knew that we are looking at the same topic and we both have Erwin-Sensei. I really need a master class to pass. Aren't you like the best of your class? Please," he asks.

"Yes, I think I could." He presses his lips. "I thought you were one the best in your class."

"I am, just not in history," he laughs. 

"When you can?"

"Maybe I can go to your house after school one of these days, I'm always free except for wednesday and friday."

"Then you could come today, I'm not busy."

"Seriously? Great." Armin perks up and places a quick kiss on his lips.

"So we already have a plan," the opposite nods and smiles.

"You look like a good teacher, I hope you can help me."

"I don't think it's really a problem, I like to help and it will serve as a review for me."

"Oh, you know what really helps me focus? Pizza, we need pizza."

"I think it's an idea that comes from spending a lot of time studying with Sasha, isn't it?"

"Totally," both laugh.

"Someday I'll go to Venice exclusively to try their pizzas there."

"Woah, Venice, but how accurate. What did that come to?" He asks, amused.

"It's beautiful and I want, no, I need to go someday."

"You exaggerate."

"Jean, do you even know where it is?"

"... Europe?" He raises an eyebrow doubtfully.

"Aha, more specifically now."

"Mmh, nah, that's how far I go." He throws his head back, stealing a laugh from the blonde.

"How can you not know? It is very well known."

"Stop wanting to humiliate me, smart boy," he points at him. "Are you the kind of teacher who makes fun of the doubts of his students? Hell Arlert, don't spend so much time with Ackerman-Sensei, he's changing you."