Sweet Tooth

PT. 2

"Guess who?"

Jean's studying is interrupted by broken darkness as someone's hands cover his eyes. It takes him a second to recognize your voice, but the hair tickling his ear helps things along. Historia and Mikasa would never, and he was sure it wasn't Sasha. Ymir? The voice didn't inspire fear in him, so no, probably not her either. Unless it's some random girl then there's only one, albeit surprising, option left.

"Mm..." His fingers come up to twirl your hair, making the next option that leaves his lips laughable, "Connie?"

You feel his cheeks push upwards under your palm as he smirks.

"Ha-ha," you deadpan, tilting his head back gently so that he can look at you as you scissor your fingers wide enough for his eyes to peek through. The smile that you get from him as he lets out an airy chuckle inspires one of your own, "cool if I chill?"

"With me?" Jean cocks his head to the side, eyebrows raising of their own volition as was the case with those words. At least you were understanding as you laughed, nose scrunching as you nod your head slowly.

"I sit with you guys all the time, why are you so surprised?" He watched you copy his head movement and laughed awkwardly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

"Just ignore me," he shook his head, eyes squinting at himself, "no sleep last night, 'dunno... S'all good with me if you hang out, sure."

"Good," he feels himself blushing as you pat his head and smile down at him. He's so easily embarrassed by affection, especially from people he wasn't used to, so it was no surprise; though if you notice it, you ignore it which he was thankful for. "You know I would have brought you a coffee if I had known you'd be out here like this."

"Next time I'll be sure to read your mind and let you know," you could only respond to his quip with a hum and a grin. Jean had always been a smart ass, maybe even a bit of a dick, but in a sort of... lovable way. His comments were just blunt enough to make people chuckle instead of blink at him uncomfortably. It was honestly a kind of talent, though you'd heard it hadn't always manifested so charmingly.

"Connie told me you'd be crabby when he said you'd be here," you looked up at him through your lashes as you tucked your skirt under your legs, and he's already glancing up at you over his Ipad with the same sort of caution.

You glared at each other like this for a second, before you broke and let a small smile spread across your lips. Jean followed immediately, lips parting into that smirk of his as he laughed and shook his head, "so he's the reason my peace and quiet is being interrupted— duly noted."

"Actually, he's the reason I'm here bringing you lunch," his smirk fades into a smile as he cocks his head to the side again, "but if you don't want it, maybe I'll just catch up with Connie instead."

He stares you down for another small moment, and you wish you could be privy to his thoughts as he took you in. You knew he was a better person than he let on, but guessing what he was thinking was incredibly hard in the odd circumstance he didn't say it out loud.

"Nah, screw that kid," he finally relaxed and put down his tablet, replacing that hand in the grass, "what'd you bring me?"

"That's what I thought," you hummed, smirking at him over your shoulder as you grabbed the sandwiches you'd gotten from your bag. "There's this Italian deli around the corner that makes the best cold cuts, so I got you one."

"You didn't need to do that," he said as he leaned over to grab it, an amused laugh leaving his lips when you jerked it just out of his reach.

"Maybe I'll just save it for a late snack, in that case," you grin at the way he rolls his eyes, crabby indeed.