Jean x Reader

Idiot

You paced back and forth in front of the cadets, trying to find the right words to say.
"It's come to my attention that you cadets are taking advantage of my kindness," you stated matter of factly, "So from now on, things will be different."
You scanned the group for an observable response and noticed Sasha's eyes widen.
"Do you have something to say, Cadet Braus?"
"Does that mean I can't eat during training anymore?!"
"Correct, you may not eat during training. I was way too lenient before."
You sighed, remembering Levi's stern reprimands. It's true, you were a lot easier on the cadets, and that made them like you, but you were a leader too, and you needed to act like one.
"That's so fucking stupid," a cadet mumbled.
You turned towards the punk.
"What was that?," you demanded.
"That is fucking stupid," he stated, challenging you and your authority.
"Run 30 laps."
"What?"
"Run. 30. Laps."
The cadet stood there, unmoving.
Your aura darkened and a menacing scowl graced your features.
"50 fucking laps. Now!" You growled.
The cadet saluted with fear and ran from the group, beginning his torture.
The group continued to stare at you with a collective sense of terror.
Your features softened slightly and you repeated,
"Things will be different. Don't expect any mercy from me anymore."
The group collectively nodded their heads and training officially began.
Throughout the day, you were sending cadets to run laps, keeping your word and showing no mercy. Everything was going fine until you heard familiar voices in the background.
"I know she's trying to be more leader-like, but she seems extra mad today. I wonder why?" you heard Eren question quietly.
"Ha! Maybe she's on her period," Jean joked, unaware of his volume.
No one laughed. Instead, they looked to you for a response. You heard Jean's comment on the opposite end of the line of cadets and paused from speaking with Krista on how to improve her stance. Turning your head to the side, you glared at Jean.
"Kirshtein, meet me in that center ring." You pointed towards the dusty circle.
"What for, ma'am?" He asked smugly.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson," you stated before turning back to finish your conversation with the cadet.
The moment your conversation ended, you made your way towards Jean. Everyone looked on with fear, except for Jean, who maintained a smug grin. You stepped into the fighting ring and lifted your arms in a defensive stance. Jean did the same. The cadet began to circle you, looking for an opportunity to land a punch. He seemed to have found one as he lunged forward, aiming to strike your face. You stepped to the side, dodging his blow and following with a counter attack. You slammed your fist into Jean's gut. He stumbled backwards, huffing for air. You immediately followed with a kick to the face. Talk about kicking someone while their down... You showed the cocky cadet no mercy. Jean grimaced and fell backwards, scrambling to get back on his feet. He stood holding his stomach, a trail of crimson blood oozing from the fresh cut on his cheek. You stood, unscathed, maintaining a defensive stance. It's as if you hadn't even begun fighting. It was clear your skills were superior, however, Jean was too prideful to admit defeat. He lunged forward again, throwing his fist at you. Again, you skillfully dodged. Jean immediately followed with a low blow to the stomach, sinking his knee into your abs, a move you didn't see coming and didn't have time to prepare for. You nearly collapsed forward but quickly regained composure. It hurt, but you had to keep fighting. You and Jean defensively shuffled along the perimeter of the circle. Again, Jean made the first move, charging at you with a retracted arm and a waiting fist. You waited until he was too close for comfort before stooping down and swiping your leg above the ground, wiping Jean's feet out from under him. He fell back with a thump. The air was knocked out of him and he lied unresponsive in shock. You victoriously stood over him and stepped atop his stomach.
"Period or no period, I could still kick your ass anytime, any day. And be careful what you say around me, cadet. I have a very low tolerance for idiocy."
You stepped off of Jean and began to walk away.
"Training is done for the day," you announced as you kept walking, hearing sighs of relief from the tired cadets.
"Oh, and Jean, head to the infirmary immediately to get your wounds checked."
Jean scoffed as the other cadets chuckled at your order.
The exhausted cadets began retreating to the dining hall as Jean sat defeated in the dust.
"Damn," Jean murmured as he watched you go.

~~~~~~~~~

Jean opened the door to the infirmary and was met with an irritated you.
"I told you to come here immediately. Jeez, what took you so long?" You asked, not bothering to wait for an answer.
"Sit," you demanded, pointing at a spot on the bench.
Jean obeyed and sat down quietly.
You kneeled in front of him and placed a safety kit on the space next to him, pulling out rubbing alcohol and a cotton bud.
Looking up at him, you examined the cut on his face with a sad expression.
"What," Jean asked, noticing your melancholy.
"This cut is deeper than I thought... I'm sorry..."
Your strong leader facade faded and you returned to your normal self.
"Huh? Don't worry about it, it's no big deal," Jean tried to brush off your concern.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kicked you so hard..."
You placed a gentle hand on Jean's face, careful to avoid touching the cut, and stared into his wide, golden eyes.
"I'm sorry..." You murmured again.
Jean continued to watch you with surprise. He could feel his heart thumping faster.
Pulling away, you grabbed the cotton ball with tweezers and dipped it in the alcohol.
"This is probably going to hurt a lot, but your cut needs to be disinfected. Find something to squeeze on because it will sting," you warned, bringing the cotton closer to his cheek.
Jean nodded and braced himself for excruciating pain. You saw Jean's expression tighten and his eyes were squeezed shut. You silently chuckled at his preparation for the pain and placed your free hand on his other cheek. His eyes blinked open and his heart beat abnormally fast. You gave a reassuring nod and pat the cotton gently on his cut, holding his face still with your other hand. A small yelp of pain escaped Jean's lips and in a swift movement, he grabbed your hips tightly and pulled you close in an embrace. You quickly pulled the alcohol soaked cotton away as you nearly fell onto him.
"Woah! Jean, what're you doing?!"
"You told me to find something to squeeze and hold onto if it stings."
"I didn't mean me!"
You struggled to wiggle free in Jean's embrace. You wiggled enough so that you were face to face with Jean, noses almost touching. You both froze, becoming increasingly aware of the close proximity. Your heart began to speed up and a slight blush crept across your face. The same seemed to happen to Jean, but you were too self conscious to notice. You quickly pulled away, escaping the boy's loosened grasp.
"Jeez," you sighed, "Quit playing around, will you? And stop messing with me. I'm your superior and you shall treat me as on-"
You were suddenly shut up by Jean's lips, which were softly but frantically stuck to yours. You tried to pull away, but your face was held in place by his strong hands. You were only able to react once Jean released you.
Placing a hand over your mouth and stepping back a bit, you nearly cried out,
"W-what did I just say?!"
Jean interjected before you could misinterpret any further.
"I'm not messing with you and I'm not playing around."
Jean stared seriously into your eyes as he spoke,
"Listen, I don't know what's wrong with me...but, every time I get close to you, my chest tightens," Jean confessed.
"It didn't seem that way in training earlier..."
"Yeah, well, I'm an idiot, you know," Jean shrugged, "I guess I was trying to impress you or get your attention or something like that. I'm not really sure why I do things like that around you..."
"You're not."
"What?"
"You're not an idiot," you spoke while trying to hide your increasing blush.
You heard a small chuckle escape the boy in front of you.
He continued, "So, I guess what I'm trying to say is... I like you and I'm not joking about it either. I'm really serious about you, (y/n)."
With this honest confession, you nearly burst with tears of joy.
You slammed into Jean with a big hug and teary eyes.
"You're sweet, though you may not seem like it..."
Jean hugged you back, smiling into the crook of your neck.
He pulled back after a while.
"So, will you go out with me?" He asked with a dorky grin and faint blush plastered on his face.
"Sure, but no messing around with others, okay? You have me now," you smiled back.
"Wouldn't even think of it," he replied.