Changes || Jean Kirstein X Reader

Chapter 7

"So... Mikasa." I spoke. "What do you think of Jean?"

Me and Mikasa were currently in the mall buying clothes and other things. I followed Jean's idea and asked her to come with me. Plus, I wanted to hangout with her.

"That's a weird question coming from you." She chuckled.

"I need inspiration. Today I'm having dinner with him and his mom so, you know, I can't just talk shit about him." I explained as I looked for a good pair of pants.

"Oh, I see. Well, I think he's funny," She started. "He's really selfless and thinks about his friends before himself. He's also attractive and smart. He's very sensitive at times."

"So he cries a lot, uh. Noted." I said, writing on a small notebook as she laughed.

"What about you?" She asked, catching me off guard.

"Uh?"

"What do you think of him?" She said.

"Uh...Well..." I stayed silent and thought about good things about Jean. "He's...a good artist. And knows when to stop, if that makes sense." She laughed.

"That's good, you're improving. Maybe you'll be able to compliment him sooner than I thought." She patted my back.

"Thanks...?"

"So, why are you eating with him?" She asked, genuinely curious while looking for a cute shirt.

"Well, it's because our moms are besties and it's been a while since we've been together, all of us." I explained. "I think my mom took a chance since me and Jean don't really hate each other and don't go for each other's throats anymore."

"That's great." She smiled. "Oh, I think this will look good on you." She said, showing me a shirt that she found.

"It's nice, let me try it out." I said.

"(Y/n), sorry for asking this but why do you actually hate him?" She asked.

"Uh, I'm not sure, I guess we just started fighting when we were kids and now it's a bit awkward to become friends." I told her. "I don't actually hate him, I just don't get along with him."

"I see, but you should try to become friends. You know that he's not a bad person, you just need time."

"I guess you're right." I murmured.

In the evening, I helped my mom clean the house and prepare for Jean's visit. I also prepared my room since we were probably going to talk here and I didn't want him to find my underwear or other stuff.

When him and his mom arrived, Jean and I set up the table while our moms took care of the food.

Pakkun kept staring at Jean while he helped me, making Jean feel nervous. I took Pakkun to my room so that we could eat in peace.

As we ate, our moms talked while me and Jean stayed silent. We couldn't think of anything to talk about in front of them so we just ate quietly.

Once we were done, I told my mom that we were going to my room to talk about school stuff. In my room, we both sat on my bed and finally spoke for the first time since he walked in my house.

"You were with Mikasa today, right?" He asked and I nodded.

"We went out and I made the question. She thought I was being weird so I used this dinner as an excuse." Then I told him the nice things she said about him. His cheeks turned red and I rolled my eyes. "Chill, Jean boy."

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?" He grunted.

"As many times as you want, I'll never stop." I smirked. "Anyway, you should try to text Mikasa more often."

"How do I do that?" He asked.

"Phone." I said, lifting my hand so that he'd give me his phone. I looked at his contacts, found Mikasa's number, opened a new messenger and texted her.

"Hey, hey what are you doing?" He asked taking the phone away from me.

"Doing what you should be doing." I smiled. "You're welcome."

"She saw it!" He exclaimed. "She said 'how's dinner?'. What do I do?!"

"Answer!" I got closer to him as he gave her a response. We spent the rest of the night texting Mikasa and by that I mean that he was texting her and I helped him with the things he should say.

"Jean boy, we have to go!" We heard Jean's mom calling.

"Well, good luck, Jean boy." I patted his back. "If you need my help just text me."

"Right. Thanks." He said and left my room.

I decided to take a shower and change clothes so that I could be more comfortable. I grabbed my sketchbook and drew whatever I felt like drawing.

Out of nowhere, I received a message from Jean. I'm not going to lie, I wasn't expecting him to text me this early. Hell, I thought he wasn't going to text me at all.

Jean: hey
Jean: how do I ask her
out to get a drink
with me?
Jean: but without
making it sound like
it's a date?

(Y/n): well do you want
it to be a date?

Jean: no I don't want
to rush it

(Y/n): i see
(Y/n): just ask her
"hey do you want to get
a drink with me?"
(Y/n): simple

Jean: it won't
sound weird?

(Y/n): no
(Y/n): you can pretend
that you wanted to show
her a new coffee place
or something
(Y/n): actually it's better
if you take her to a
new place

Jean: got it
Jean: thanks

(Y/n): no problem

Jean: your plushie is on the way btw

(Y/n): YESS
(Y/n): thank you
jean boy 😩

Jean: ur so weird
Jean: goodnight

(Y/n): goodnight :)

I turned my phone off and closed my eyes. My conversation with Jean didn't leave my mind and, maybe Mikasa is right, maybe I should try to be friends with him.

Perhaps in these next weeks we might become friends, who knows?