That Night In June | ATTACK ON TITAN X READER | AU

Chapter Ten: Krieger

You glanced left then right before calmly closing the lab door behind you. You sat down on a nearby desk and swung your feet back and forth, patiently waiting for Jean to start speaking. You did wish he'd hurry up though. There were other things you'd rather be doing than talking with Jean Kirstein. He continued to spin in circles in the teacher's chair a couple more times before finally stopping to face you.

"I managed to talk to an M.P.B officer last night," he confessed.

You groaned. "Jean, it was just an idea. A stupid idea."

He stood and started to circle the room. "You said it yourself that he was acting strangely the past few days before his accident. That's not all. The officer sai-"

"Jean, stop."

"Why? (y/n), I'm serious. I might as well bribe drunk officers more often. That guy did not shut up."

Your eyes widened. "Jean! That's illegal!"

He dismissed your words with a wave. "That doesn't matter. Now we know more about the accident and we're one step closer to finding the other driver."

"They still haven't caught the guy?"

"No. No, they haven't." he sighed. "The M.P.B is useless. I doubt they even tried to find the guy who crashed into him and now it makes sense.'

"What'd you mean by that?" you asked. You'd be lying if you said what he was doing wasn't making you the least bit nervous.

"When I visited Marco a couple of days ago, I noticed this strange scar on his neck. It looked like the stars we used to draw when we were little, but not at the same time, It was small enough that most people wouldn't have noticed it," he explained.

"Okay, so he has a weird scar now. It was probably from the crash. He's lucky it didn't kill him."

"(y/n), I'm serious!" he growled. "There's something wrong with all this!"

"Of course there's something wrong!" you shot back. "Marco's in the hospital!"

"CAN YOU SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT, PLEASE?!"

Jean gave out a shaky sigh and ran a hand through his hair. It was just then that you noticed the dark bags under his eyes and the way he kept glancing around the room as if someone would somehow jump out of a lab sink or the teacher would be listening from inside the closet on the other side of the room. He watched you for a moment, waiting to see if you'd continue to argue, but you kept quiet, cautious to not set him off again. Sure, Jean's yelled at you the most out of all your friends, but he's never sounded as desperate as that before.

"Thank you," he mumbled.

"Just say what you have to. I kind of want to eat today."

He nodded. "The scar looked familiar to me, so I decided to take a picture of it and look it over later when there wasn't the chance of anyone walking in on me being creepy."

"Ah, so you admit it.'

He glared at you and you immediately felt bad when just a second ago you were telling him to hurry up. "When I was walking back home last night, I ran into this drunk officer and just my luck, the picture fell out of my coat pocket. When I went to grab it he got there before me and started looking it over. It was then he said that it reminded him of the scars they'd been finding on the bodies of the rich and political members of Sheena. Political members like Birch Pasternak."

"You mean that guy everyone was talking about the first day back?" you asked, remembering how secretly thankful you were that they weren't talking about you.