Inevitable

Stay

Jean

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1:48pm

He awakes to the sun peaking through the curtains into the quiet room, yet he felt no pounding in his head signifying a hangover. It was odd.

His arm makes his way to the other side of the bed feeling an empty space. He perks up and looks around the room. The sheets were messed up and crinkled signifying you had slept beside him all night.

Getting up, he makes his way into the connected bathroom looking for you, but is stopped by a noise in the kitchen and the smell of omelettes wafting into the room. He pauses and rubs the sleep out of his eyes, yawning. He walks into the kitchen and sees you at the stove pouring a small batch of mixed egg yolks onto a pan.

He comes closer and leans against the kitchen island, eyeing you. Your hair was put into a clip, a tight tank top that was rising up on your waist, and some pj pants. He smiles to himself and watches as you continue cooking, completely oblivious to his presence.

After a couple minutes, he walks behind you, hugging you as his arms snake around your waist. He feels you jump as he does and places a kiss on the side of your neck looking over your shoulder.

"Good morning, how did you sleep, mi amor?" "I slept well, knowing you were by me the whole time." he hears you chuckle as you finish with the pancakes and turn around facing him. He was only in a pair of grey sweatpants, no shirt. Your eyes traveled down to his lean torso, eyeing each chiseled muscle on his arms as well.

He eyes you as you do and smirks. His finger lifts your chin back up to his face and your eyes lock with his. "Eyes up here." his voice lingers in a playful familiar tone. You scrunch your face and scoff, but see him leaning in.

You lean in as well thinking it's a kiss, but he shuts the stove off behind you. "You know, you really shouldn't get distracted so easily." you roll your eyes and get out from his arms. He follows behind you laughing and sits at the island.

"You're annoying." "Am I?" "If it weren't for the muscles I'd be with Mikasa." you stab a piece of your breakfast and place it in your mouth. "So that's what's stopping you?" He asked. You hum in response and wash down your food with some oat milk.

"Right, weren't your exact words to me when I asked you to be with me, 'I won't regret it?" "Mm, don't really remember."

You hear him scoff and turn to face him, "Don't lie. It's obvious you remember. This is the face that many girls dream about." You raise an eyebrow at him. "One, rethink what you just said. Two, don't make me laugh." His face falls and you smirk. You both continue eating in silence except for some small talk here and there.

You chime in as you stand up and place your dishes in the sink. "You know, I wish this was all real." He follows behind you and mirrors your actions, but stares at you with a puzzled expression.

"Y'know, I wish I was really here with you." He's struck with confusion and assumes you're joking around with him. His eyebrows furrow and he crosses his arms as he pushes out a cough he didn't realize he was holding back. "What are you....what are you talking about?"

You freeze with your hands on the sink in front of you, avoiding looking at him. He notices and tries moving his face into your eyesight. "Y/n."

You stay still with no response before you break it, "I'm not.....here, Jean." he's taken aback by your words as his composure is broken. But in all the confusion, he manages to laugh. "You should really try these jokes on someone that is vulnerable ma chéri." he tries hugging you but you finally turn to face him.