How You Really Are | Jearmin

Part 2 | Chapter 4

During and thanks to his suspension Jean was practicing to improve his tolerance to stupid homophobic comments.

He didn't know if it was because Floch was the biggest idiot of all, making the others look not so stupid, or if he was actually making an improvement. Whatever it was, he liked it. It was still fucking annoying but at least he no longer felt the need to hit something all the time and there had been no incidents.

It felt good to be doing better and Armin was always there for him. He liked to make him happy; now he only had to try to be happy himself despite having to go to that silly school.

He expected university to be different, there would still be a lot of homophobia of course, but at least only those who see him with his boyfriend or to whom he mentions it would know, not like this whole school full of gossipers who saw them kiss and took photos to publish particularly to make fun of them.

He also hoped that people would be more mature, that the homophobes would at least ignore him instead of talking about him all the time like children who have no life of their own and gossip about others so immaturely.

"Cold, cold, cold," Armin comes repeating, sticking to him to hug him immediately.

"Good morning?" He jokes.

"I'm cold and you're warm." He hides in his chest.

"I don't think it's a big deal, the weather isn't that cold."

"Then why are you wearing this jacket?"

"We all know what happens when I don't use it," he laughs.

"Ah, but you're hot, right?" He smiles.

"Yeah."

Armin smiles and unzips his jacket to open it so he can fit his arms inside.

"Oh, yeah, you are cold," he admits and tenses. "Shit, 'min, you feel like ice. What did you do while you came, hugged an ice cream?"

"You really are warm," he says, satisfied, and rubs against his chest.

Jean laughs and, once he gets used to his cold body, wraps his jacket around him to hug him while he warms up.

"Better?"

"You'd better smile. Do you have plans today in the afternoon?"

"I'm going out with the guys for a drink. Do you want to do something at night?"

"Um, no. In fact, I wanted you to come today in the afternoon." He leans against his chest again.

"Why not at night?"

"... My grandfather is home at night."

"Oh, so you want to be with me when he's gone," he teases.

"Jean." He looks at him.

"Oh, were you serious?" He notices.

"... You were the one that wanted to," he mutters, as he presses his own fingers.

Oh shit. At that moment he realized what he meant. It almost makes him freeze.

"You know what?" He laughs, a little anxious. "I can go out with the guys another day. We can go back together and go to your house," and his tone of voice was not discreet.

"Is that okay with you then?"

"P-Perfect" He smiles.

Armin smirks and lets his body relax.

He still has a lot of problems talking about these things, he didn't even know how to tell him. It would have been much easier if he just came in the afternoon and could let things flow after starting to kiss.