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CHAPTER TEN -UNEXPECTED !____

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CHAPTER TEN -
UNEXPECTED !
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"H-HI!" you quickly responded at the sight of Jean opening the door, clueless of why you were visiting him again.

So many things were happening in one small day.

There was a moment of silence before you shoved the basket in his face, letting him hold the basket of flowers and his favorite dish.

"Here you go, as a little present to say sorry for not realizing and for being stupid!" you awkwardly laughed afterwards as he peeked inside the basket looking at what was placed inside the basket.

"T-thank you..how'd you know this was my favorite dish?" he asked you curiously, as he took in the aroma of the flowers.

"Oh, the Omelets? It was obvious, plus we went on that date right?" you explained to him, seeing his face getting all red.

You tilted your head in confusion, but then realized what you had just said and your cheeks instantly grew red.

"I-I-I meant..ah..." you stopped in defeat, not knowing how to take this situation as you both awkwardly stood there.

Although, he was glad. You left him speechless, but he was glad that he wasn't the only person that thought of the "hangout" that way.

"W-well, I should be going now..." you said as you gave him a smile and quickly placing a peck on his cheek.

It made his face even more red than it already was. It was as if he looked like a bright tomato as his stomach emerged with butterflies and his awkward expression turned into a happy one, leaving a smile on his face as he saw you leave in the distance.

Your relationship was odd. Very fucking odd.

It was and is oddly awkward. But hopefully, throughout the relationship development that would change. He was just awkward. And so are you.

Thinking about him and his flustered face made you laugh because of his cute reaction at your small gesture.

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"Back? How did it go?" Historia asked as she opened the door for you, so you didn't have to go through the trouble of opening it for yourself.

"It went well. But it was kind of awkward." you giggled slightly as you saw Connie and Sasha walk in together.

"That Niccolo..he makes such good food!" she drooled as she thought about all the dishes the chef could've and can made her.

Both you and Historia welcome Sasha and Connie as they walked inside. You led to your actual house and where the small, but pretty spacious living room was. Historia set some tea for them as she left to close to shop.

Closing hours were near.

"So why'd you come?" you asked them as you poured them another cup.

"Well—"

"—For the food!" Sasha said as she munched on some crackers that were supposed to go with the tea.

"Well?" you asked Connie as he was doing the same.

"Well..Maybe a little bit for your food, but nonetheless I wanted to know how your Jean thing was going, you know since I didn't give you any advice...?" he said micsheviously as he asked Historia if there were any more secret places with food.

"Oh! That." you glared at him for the fact that he didn't think of giving any advice; more so for the fact that he did it on purpose.

But it was Connie, so it was nothing new to expect from him.

"..well. It went pretty good overall!"

"I feel like theres a 'but' in this story.." Sasha poked into the conversation after leaving from going to the bathroom.

"There are no 'buts' what do you mean?" you said, nervously sweating. You really didn't want them to make a big deal out of something so small.

"No 'buts' more like no 'butts'. If you're gonna say ass just say it!" Ymir poked in, putting an arm around Historia's neck.

"Ymir!!" Historia went to hug her as she had arrived back from the market. That was a true relationship right there.

"Missed me?" Ymir had a smirk on her face as Historia tried to ignore her comments as much as possible.

"Wow, flirting already?" Eren scoffed as he walked inside with Mikasa.

You don't even know how they even got into your house. The window? Probably not. The front door? No, it was locked. And so, you came to a final conclusion that they had broke in. Probably even broke a flower pot.

You cringed thinking about it.

"My house, isn't a party house. It's small for a reason." you scolded Eren for suddenly coming inside.

"Sorry! I was bored..and Jean seemed to be doing something else so I couldn't join him in his talks and stuff." Eren said as he gave you an innocent face, that really did make you give in.

"How about you be a nice guy and take out Mikasa. I know a place!" you gushed, pausing. "C'mon, Sasha'll take you there, she knows the place very well." you said as you pushed Sasha, Mikasa and Eren towards the exit or entrance of your house, letting Sasha lead them to her Niccolo's restaurant

"I do?" she said shocked that she didn't even know about this.

"Yes! You know..that Niccolo's restaurant..?" you whispered to her as Mikasa and Eren were talking outside waiting for Sasha to come out.

"Oh yeah!" she said as she excited the house, leaving less people in your house.

"Bring Connie, Ymir, and Historia as well! They'll love to try some food!" you said as the last of the people in your house left.

Finally it was more empty. You were tired of there being so much people in your small house. It could barely fit yourself.

You were tired and it was kind of late and you wanted to hit the hay.

Well that was after you had finished making your dinner and shit. You should've joined them, but you didn't want to leave the bill to Sasha or Connie. Or to see them fighting over the stupid bill.

You sighed to yourself as you took some leftover pasta from the fridge that didn't mind to be eaten.

You heated it up, sitting miserably by yourself, playing with your food.

"Missed me?"

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