Some Say (Jean Kirstein X Reader)

Chapter Forty-Two

I stand in a group of new recruits with the sun baring down on us. Nothing I'm not used to. He prepared me for this. Prepared me for what was to come.

Shadis does his rounds of harassing the fresh meat. I knew I would be a target of this being who I was and who had trained me.

The older man stops in front of a boy with two-toned hair. Shadis is going to eat him alive. A small smile pulls at the corner of my lips as I watch.

"Jean Kirstein from Trost, Sir." The boy confidently replies.

"Why are you here?" Shadis snaps.

"To join the Military Police and be in the inner district." He replies.

"So you want to live in the inner district?"

"Yes, Sir." Jean replies.

Shadis immediately head-butts him. He drops to the ground in pain. I cringe at the sight.

Someone shakes me hard. My mind pulls away from the memory as I look into Levi's eyes.

"(Y/N) you need to stay focused."

My whole body is numb as my eyes move back down to the titans below. 

Marco grabs me by the arm, dragging me over to a table with a guy sitting by himself. His haircut is a little strange but it suits him. Forcing me down onto the bench across from the guy Marco gives us a huge grin.

"(y/n), this is Jean Kirstein. Jean, this is (y/n)." He introduces us.

Jean and I share an uncomfortable look before I hold my hand out across the table to him. His cheeks flush pink a little but he takes my hand, shaking it tightly.

"Nice to meet you, Jean," I say with a small smile.

"Likewise." He answers looking away from me.

Marco nudges him hard in the side. "Be nice. (y/n) here wants to join the Survey Corps."

Pieck places little Marco in my arms, there are tears in his eyes and his whole body is visibly shaking. The only thing I can do is draw him closer to him as I try to get control over myself.

Pieck throws herself over the side of Falco and light flashes from her. I flinch at the sight.

"It looks like you've already caught something," I pout at him. "And I don't know if it's curable Jean boy."

His face becomes flustered with frustration. "Why you."

I hold my hand back towards Bertholdt and I feel him pass me the pillow off Jean's bed. "It's called being a dickhead. Maybe I could try beating it out of you."

He takes a step back as I raise the pillow. "You wouldn't dare."

Before he can make a run for it, I connect the pillow with his face. The cabin fills with cheers and laughter. I bring it back getting the other side of his face. He manages to catch it before I can get my third hit in.

His eyes narrow and I'm glad that looks can't kill. He snatches the pillow from my hold as I grin at him. Marco quickly darts in between us before Jean can beat me to death with his pillow.

"Okay, that's enough now you two," Marco says.

Jean drops the pillow to his side. "What do you mean enough? I haven't even started with her yet."