Sixty Degrees (BoyxBoy)

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Eren bounds down the four flights of stairs at eight am the next morning. He walks straight into the kitchen with a bounce in his step; Armin spots him immediately and gives him a warm smile.

"Cherish the mornings you feel like you do right now, they won't last for much longer," He says, grabbing another mug for Eren.

"Well good morning to you to," Eren says, not focusing on Armin's last words.

"How do you take your coffee?" The blonde asks him, looking over his shoulder.

"Strong, with a little bit of milk," Eren replies, plopping himself down onto a stool at the breakfast bar.

Armin finishes making their coffees and sets Eren's mug down in front of him. "Do you want to go have a look around the campus today?"

"Yeah that'd be great actually, it's good to have someone with me who actually knows what they're doing around here," Eren smiles over his mug.

Armin opens his mouth to reply when he's interrupted by a loud voice, "Arlert, know what he's doing? I haven't seen any evidence of that."

Both boys turn their heads to see the cause of the interruption. A tall man stands there with ash blonde hair, which looks as though it's tide into a small bun on the back of his head. The sides are a darker brown, prompting Eren to believe that the guy dyes it. He has small light brown eyes that immediately put Eren on edge. He stares at the man, who grins at them.

"Morning Jean, nice to see you back again this year," Armin says, politely.

Jean, huh? What kind of name is that? Is this guy French, or are his parents just pretentious arseholes? The fact that the guy has no accent to support the theory, Eren goes with the latter.

Jean walks into the kitchen and sets about making himself his own coffee. He doesn't turn around while he speaks, "See we got some fresh meat in here today." It's not a question.

"Oh yeah sorry, not with it completely this morning. Jean this is Eren, Eren this is Jean," Armin says, waving his hand back and forth between them.

Jean turns around smiling at Eren and stretches out his hand, "Jean Kirstein, second year."

Eren shakes his hand firmly, "Eren Yeager, first year."

"It's nice to meet you, Yeager," Jean replies, letting go of his hand and returns to making his coffee.

"I was going to take Eren for a tour around the campus; did you want to join us?" Armin pipes up.

Jean turns back around, coffee now ready in his hand, he takes a sip before replying, "Yeah I think I will, I only got here this morning and I still have to sign up for some clubs. Have you asked the others?"

Armin shrugs, "You're the first person I've seen."

Immediately the sound of feet shuffling comes from behind them; all three look over to see who the sound belong to. A moment later two people walk in, the first, a tall guy with short black hair, freckles and tanned skin. He has a very innocent look about him, he smiles when he spots the three already in the kitchen. The second is a girl, just a bit shorter than the man, with dark eyes and shoulder length black hair, when she sees the three in the kitchen her expression doesn't change. Her outer composure reminds Eren of the guy with raven black hair he saw walking through the quad yesterday, and it's then that he decides that he'll do whatever it takes to find out who that guy is.

Armin waves to them, "Hey Mikasa, who's this?"

The girl, Mikasa, looks bored as she glances over at the grinning black haired boy, "This is Marco Bodt, first year."