Crucified -Jean X Reader

Confession

Jean stared down at the finished omelet. His hands were placed at the sides of the plate.

"This has to make up for today" he mumbled.

He didn't know any better that the file room was restricted to superiors only, he was just following orders by Erwin or else he would have never stepped foot in that sauna of a room that held no windows to vent the place. He would have been here, in the kitchen fishing away an omelet.

I should have known better. He must have done this on purpose.

Your upset face flashed in his mind. You looked terribly upset and he didn't really understand why. Did he ruin your chance of being commander for setting foot in there? Was he touching files no one was suppose to be near by? Why were you so upset? Was it because he was with Mikasa? Did that make you jealous?

He never took you as the jealous type. You were usually always calm and collective when it came to things such as that. He tapped his fingers on the table as he got lost in thought. His mind illustrated the scene. It was as if he entered the scene himself, walking around, looking for a clue on what he could have done wrong.

He imagined standing in your place as you entered the room. What was once a bright face, dimmed down as soon as you saw Jean and Mikasa. Why? He remembers him standing there with his sleeves rolled up, his hair was messy from Erwin ruffling his hair and he was sweating from being in that room for hours with no window to let air in. It was safe to assume Mikasa wore the same appearance, sweat and ruffled hair by Erwin.

 And almost immediately some sense hit him in the head when he remembered Mikasa was buttoning up her buttons from her shirt, having it unbutton due to the extreme heat inside that stuffy room.

Shit.

With his past relationship with Mikasa, being in a room where they're not suppose to be and looking sweaty with Mikasa fixing her clothes, it made sense what could have gone in your head.

He left the now cold omelet and ran to your room. He opened the door to your office and found no one in there. He raced to your bedroom door and opened it. He searched around for your figure and still you were no where to be found.

Where could she have gone?

He paced back and forth in your room. The sound of a door opening made Jean's head shoot up. He raced back to your office and to his hope, you stood standing there. Your eyes looked tired, bloodshot. It pained to know he was the cause for your dimmed appearance.

"Y/N"

You averted your eyes from his as you walked over to your desk and sat down.

"Cadet Kirstein, what have I told you about being in my room alone without my presence. It seems suspicious, even more now that I found you.."

You had to digest the nauseous feeling that was bubbling in your throat remembering the scene

"in the filing room" you finished.

"Let me explain my actions-"

You looked up at Jean as you watch him walk over to your desk.

"Don't. I don't need any explaining."

"Yes, you do! You assumed wrong Y/N. It was nothing of what it looked like"

"Where were you before that Jean?"

"What? You already know, what does this have to d-"

"Did Mikasa tag along? Did she meet your mother, was she the real surprise girl you wanted your mother to meet?"