𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 / 𝐣. 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

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| 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 ⁸: 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 |

"why is it so fucking cold?"

"y/n, it's just you. i'm fine" sasha said.

'i hate hypothermia'

"well, then... i'm just gonna ask jean for his jacket" she said, a smirk on her face.

historia and sasha looked at each other, slightly shrugging their shoulders.

y/n was already making a plan in her head, thinking of different possible answers and their outcomes.

'last period is gym class. before gym class i have maths and he has computer science. the stairs he takes are next to my classroom. so, if i exit the second the bell rings, we're gonna come face-to-face and boom! i can ask him then'

"hello? earth to y/n!"

"hm? what's up?" she asked, looking at hitch.

"i've been talking to you..." she said, a pout on her face.

"oh, i'm sorry! what is it?"

"i wanted you to rate this drawing"

"oh my! this is so good! 100/10!"

"perfect! i want to print it and have it on my room's wall"

"but, anyways, why were you so deep in thought?" hitch continued, leaning closer to her.

"uh... you know! thinking of ways to ask jean for his jacket?"

the girl looked at her, before laughing softly.

"seriously?"

"what?! i'm cold!" y/n said, a blush covering her cheeks from embarrassment.

"don't worry, girl! i'm just teasing you!" hitch said, bumping her deskmate's shoulder.

y/n smiled softly, before looking at the clock on the wall. she had one minute to pack her stuff before the bell rang.

once it did, she was out of the classroom in an instant. and like she predicted, she came face-to-face with jean. he smiled at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"and i was just coming to you"

"oh really?" she asked, smiling.

"yeah! thought of walking to gym class together" he said, as they walked down the stairs.

'now's my chance!'

"now that you said gym class... do you wear your jacket there?"

"no, why? you want to wear it?"

"yeah... i'm kinda cold"

"you should've said that sooner!"

y/n walked into the gymnasium with him, both of them leaving their school bags on the plastic chairs. once she turned around, jean was there, giving her his jacket.

"thank you" she softly said, as she put it on.

'it's warm... and it smells like him...'

y/n, of course, wasn't participating in class. not that she would get punished for her indifference. after all, mr. hannes was -once again- nowhere to be seen.

she was sitting on the bleachers with sasha, who was watching everyone. yet, y/n's eyes were locked on jean. no one else in the room existed, but him.

'this man is surely the love of my life'

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