My Secret Savior (Jean x Reader) (modern)

Chapter 5

And I was still there, at Marco and Jean's house, eating dinner at their table, sitting alone at one side of it, Marco in front of me and Jean at the right side, practically next to me. He didn't put clothes on, just a pair of boxers, and he limited himself to brush his hair, making them fall wet and straight along his head.
Marco cooked for us some omelettes, admitting that it was Jean's favourite food and letting me try his own version of them. He was a good cook. Just like the apple pie I ate before, the omelette was tasting like an explosion of flavours in my mouth.

"So, Y/N" started Marco, to let us have a conversation instead than remaining in the dead silence we were before "I heard that you broke up with Reiner Braun"
I nodded.
"That's true"
"How do you feel?"
I smiled.
"Free, I guess. I mean, Reiner was obsessive" I said, eating a piece of that yellow deliciousness.
Marco nodded.
"So... you're single now"
I raised my glance to look at him. It was weird from Marco to ask such questions. Anyway, I nodded, pointing my glance again on my food.
"Anyway" I continued "since Historia called me saying that she wants me to go out on another date I guess I'm not really free..."
Marco chuckled.
"Yeah, Historia should start thinking about her girlfriend, or she will get jealous"
I smiled.
"Yeah, I think the same"
"So" started Jean, talking for the first time since the beginning of our dinner "you are that type of girl that prefers to listen to their friends advices than choosing a man for herself?" he asked, smirking just a bit like his usual.
I gave him an offensed look.
"I'm not. The other boys I dated were my choices" I pointed my eyes back on the omelette "but this friend of mine wants at all costs to find a good match for me"
"What's wrong with waiting and finding the right one?" asked Jean, eating a bit of omelette.
I shrugged.
"Nothing, actually. I'd prefer to wait. Even if I don't think that things like 'the right one' exit"
"You say this because you only dated trash men" said Jean, smirking more while looking at his almost finished omelette.
"Trash men? I think that all men are trash" I said, rolling my eyes.
Jean widened his eyes, his smile fading away.
"How can you say something like this...?" he murmured, looking angrily at me.
I shrugged, smiling.
"I dated enough men to know"
"How can you actually think that all of us are like that?" exclaimed Jean, raising his voice.
I started to play with the fork with a piece of omelette that was separated from the rest, making it slip along my plate.
"I know. You, boys, are so superficial... the only things you search for in a girl are big boobs, big ass and a great ability under the sheets"
Jean beated his fist on the table, making me look at him. He was giving me an angry gaze. Jean... for the few times I had known him he was always so smiling and flirty. Seeing him with his eyebrows furrowed and the eyes giving glances of fire was scaring me.
"We are superficial?! Do you actually think that everything we want is having sex?! Only because you dated horrible men you can't put all of us in your hate list, miss"
Marco coughed.
"Guys, please... there's no need to start a quarrel"
Jean seemed to ignore him. He had his angry eyes pointed on me, like if he was waiting for me to say something.
I was a bit shocked by his behaviour but I couldn't show him my fear.
I smirked.
"Then prove it" I said.
Jean widened his eyes.
His mouth repeated silently 'prove it'.
"G-guys..."
Jean sighed furiously.
"Prove it?" he repeated again. Then, he raised his voice even more "I FUCKING FELL IN LOVE WITH A GIRL BECAUSE I LIKED HER HAIR AND I ADMIRED HER STRENGTH! DAMN, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO PROVE?!"
I blinked twice. I started to feel my stomach closing. I was feeling bad. Why did I say all those bad things...?

Jean quickly turned his head away. In his eyes I saw a track of... tears? Damn.
Why did I even start saying things about him...? I didn't even know him!
"G-guys..." said Marco, coming between us "Please, calm down. There's no need to yell at each other... can we just enjoy our dinner?"
I nodded slowly, looking down at my plate. I wasn't hungry anymore, my stomach was closed, but I forced myself to finish that omelette. I didn't want to create more problems. Not anymore.

While I was looking at my meal I tried to look at my right, peeking from the side of my eye. Jean wasn't eating. He was moving with his fork the remaining part of his omelette from one place to another of the plate, his head held up by his right arm put on the table, a no particular emotion filling his eyes and his mouth curved downward.
I put my eyes again on my food. Maybe Jean was right... maybe I was wrong... I had always been wrong. I always read people in the wrong way.

I sighed.
"I'm sorry" I murmured "I didn't mean to hurt you, Jean"
It was my first time saying his name and I felt my cheeks getting warmer for a strange reason.
I looked at the floor at my left.
"Sometimes I should just shut my mouth and stop talking... forgive me"
I heard Jean chuckle.
"I don't know if I'll forgive you. You're still miss men-hater"
I turned my head to look at him.
He was smirking. I knew it.
I tried to give him an irritated look but a smile formed on my face and I couldn't throw it back.
"Thank you..." I murmured, rolling my eyes and making him chuckle again.
Marco sighed in relief.