Sixty Degrees (BoyxBoy)

Finally?

Eren wakes up energised and extremely pissed off.

He'd promised Mikasa that he wasn't going to do anything brash. It's not like he's actually going to ruff Jean up, they don't even know if he's done anything worth condemning yet. He just wants to talk to him, and try and figure out what's going through that thick skull of his.

He drags himself out of bed, hoping Jean is conveniently down in the common room when he gets there. Though he wants to yell at Jean, he doesn't necessarily want to go looking for the guy to do so. He skips a shower, quickly pulling on jeans and a sweater, the light breeze blowing through his window tells him that the day is unseasonably warm for this time of year. He grabs his phone and wallet, shoves them into his pockets and heads out of his room.

He skips down the steps two at a time heading straight towards the common room. He doesn't have much time before his shift starts this morning, so he wants to get this talk with Jean over and done with as quick as he can. He rounds the corner, his mood instantly lifting when he spots the unmistakable hair of Jean making himself a coffee. Eren walks into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room for anyone else who might happen to be up early, he finds no one.

"Morning, Yeager. What's up?" Jean says, uncharacteristically cheerful for this time of the morning, or anytime really.

Eren temper rises suddenly; the fact that Jean seems so chipper while Mikasa is suffering boils his blood. He wishes he had more time, but as the morning would have it he has an early shift at sixty degrees in less than twenty minutes. There's no time for pleasantries.

"What's going on with you and Mikasa?"

Jean chokes mid sip, his small eyes wide as he stares at Eren. "Why is that any of your business?"

He shrugs, as if the answer is obvious, "She's one of my friends."

"And that gives you the right to put your nose into other people's business?" Eren remains silent, trying to think of the best way to go about this without starting a fight. "Wait, did Mikasa say something to you?"

"She didn't really have to, it was easy to tell something wasn't right by the way you two acted towards each other, or more the way you were acting towards her."

Jean scoffs turning away from the brunette to chuck the rest of his coffee down the sink. "This is none of your business, Eren. If Mikasa has a problem with something I'm doing then she can come to be about it herself."

He brushes past Eren; his shoulder hitting the brunette's hard. Eren stumbles to the side before grabbing hold of the bench to regain his balance. Something is definitely up with him. He looks towards the door that he just exited, half of him wanting to rush after him and force him to explain himself, while his other more logic half tells him that if he runs after him now there will most definitely be a fight. So he stands and waits until he hears the building door slam shut before leaving the dorm himself, running to get to his shift on time.

If there's one person who might be able to tell Eren what's going on, one person who's been hanging around Jean a lot lately, then Eren will talk to him.

He'll tell him what's going on, he's sure of it.

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The shift drags by slower than usual. Eren wanted to question Marco the second the taller boy walked into work but due to the constant string of customers he was never given the chance. He noticed Marco looks tense today, his usual stupid grin nowhere to be seen. Eren caught the dark haired boy looking over at him every once in a while, but never once did he make a move to speak. Every time Eren's eyes met his he would look away quickly. Only adding more fuel to Eren's curiosity.