My Secret Savior (Jean x Reader) (modern)

Chapter 3

Marco offered me to change into dry clothes so he gave me a pair of his pyjamas. It was warm but big for me, but I didn't mind.

"Can I give you something?" he asked.
"Oh, no need" I answered, while I was exploring his house with my eyes. It wasn't really big but it had two floors.
On the ground floor the was the most of the house. As I entered inside I immediately found myself in the living room, that was on the left, where there was a big blue couch and, in front of it, a little glass table. At the other side of the wall there was a big black television. In the living room there were also many objects placed on top of several besides tables.
From the living room there was the door hole that led to the kitchen and the dining room, that was composed by a large wooden table in the middle.
Always from the living room started a flight of stairs that led to the first floor, where there were Marco's bedroom and the bathroom, but I hadn't seen those rooms so I didn't know what was inside of them.

"Are you sure? I have an apple pie that needs to be finished" said Marco, opening the fridge with a sly smile on his face.
I sighed, smirking defeated.
"Fine, then"

Marco took the plate with the cake from the fridge and put it on the wooden table. I walked towards him, hugging myself into Marco's clothes.
He offered me the smallest pyjama he had but it was still big for me. It was blue and comfy and it smelled like its owner. Marco used to use a particular perfume that I could recognise everywhere because I never smelled it on any other man I ever met. It was good and any time the fragrance was meeting my nostrils I could feel relaxed and calm, just like everytime I was with Marco. Thanks to this, I was starting to believe that people didn't have to choose their own perfume casually but they had to pick up something matching with their personality. For this reason I loved his scent. Because it was screaming 'Marco' anytime I was smelling it.

I reached the table.
"Take a seat" smiled Marco, pointing with a movement of his head the wooden chair near me.
I smiled in return before raising my arm to move away the chair from under the table and sitting on it. Despite my thoughts, it was unbelievably comfortable.
Marco cut a piece of cake from the apple pie and offered it to me on a piece of paper towel. I thanked him, taking gently the cake from his hands and starting to eat it.
As soon as the first bite met my mouth I immediately felt the taste of apples and tart on my tongue. It was an explosion of flavours and consistencies, from the sweet pastry of the cake to the soft and squashy apple.
"It tastes so good!" I exclaimed, looking amazed at the cake I was holding in my hands "did you make it?!" I asked.
Marco smiled shyly while his ears took a pink colour.
"Well, yeah, but with some help" he replied, chuckling.
"You're really good, Marco"
"Thank you. So... do you wanna do something while we're waiting for the rain to stop?" He asked, biting his own piece of pie.
I shrugged.
"You choose, I don't mind" I said.
"Same for me"
"We can watch something" I suggested, looking at the black television in the other room.
"Ok, why not"

Marco finished quickly his piece of cake, then he moved to the living room to turn the tv on.
I remained on the wooden chair, biting my cake and making sure I wouldn't drop crumbs of it all over Marco's house.

While I was eating, my phone ringed.
It was Historia, one of my friends, that was calling me.
I put my cellphone near my ear.
"Hello?"
I immediately heard Historia high and harmonious voice at the other side of the phone.
"Hey, Y/N! How are you? Did I bother you?" she asked.
I instinctively shook my head.
"No no, I'm doing nothing. What's up? Is everything ok?" I asked, getting a bit worried by such a casual call.
"Oh, no no!" I heard her chuckle on the phone "I just wanted to tell you that I found a cute guy at work and-"
"Does Ymir know about this?" I asked. Ymir was Historia's girlfriend. She was a jealous woman and she didn't let anyone touch or even glare at her 'sweet little Christa'.
"Oh, no! You got me wrong!" Exclaimed Historia "I was meaning that I found him... for you!"
I widened my eyes.
"For me? You know that I wanna wait a bit before getting in a relationship again..."
"I know, I know... but you could try! He is nice, I promise"
I sighed.
"What's his name, then?" I asked.
"Bertholdt Hoover. And he is searching for a girlfriend!"
"Wait! That Burrito is one of Reiner's friends, you know? My ex..."
"Oh, yeah I know! But he is different than Reiner. Just try"
I sighed once again.
"I'll think about it" I said.
"Good! I'll leave you, then. Bye, Y/N!"
"Bye"

I hanged up the phone and closed the call. I knew that Historia was doing all that boyfriend research just for me but there was nothing wrong with being on my own for a bit of time. Also, I kinda hated casual dates. I preferred dating a guy after knowing him a bit more, just to make sure he would have been someone I could like.

"Do you wanna see a movie or not?" asked Marco from the other room.
"Oh! Yes, I'm coming!"
I got up from my chair and reached my friend in the living room.
I let myself fall on the blue couch with a sigh.
Marco turned his head to look at me.
"Is everything ok?" he asked, a worried tone in his voice.
"Yeah yeah... just my friend Historia that is still trying to find me the 'perfect boyfriend', even if I don't think he could exist" I answered, rolling my eyes.
Marco smiled.
"If Historia is searching for someone perfect, the true perfection is Jean Kirschtein" he said, his cheeks getting pinker.
I chuckled.
"You think that only because you like him" I said.
Marco looked away, thoughtful.
"I'm just saying that you'll never see someone perfect until you love him... when you love someone you start to see also their flaws in a different way and you start to think their perfect despite being imperfect" he said.
"You're so poetic" I smiled, even if the phrase exited from my mouth with a teasing tone.
Marco chuckled.
"I only say what's true" he justified himself.

Suddenly, the main door opened, signing that someone was entering in the house.
I quickly turned my head to look at the entrance. The sound of the falling rain outside was covering every other noise and sound. Someone stepped in.
Marco chuckled.
"Speak of the devil..." he said.
I widened my eyes.
What?!
I observed the person that was entering the room. He was tall, with ash blonde hair, and he was all wet so I imagined that he didn't bring with him any umbrella. He closed the door behind him, murmuring under his breath.
"cette putain de pluie ... je n'ai même pas apporté un parapluie, merde"
Was it... french?!
I heard Marco chuckling.
"It's your fault, Jean. You're always in a hurry"
I turned my head to look at Marco, shocked.
"Why is he here...?" I whispered, while Jean Kirschtein was taking his shoes off.
Marco looked casually away with an apologising smile.
"Sorry... I forgot to tell you that Jean and I... well, we live together"