Fight With Me (Jean x Marco)

And So We Met

*Jeans P.O.V*
First day of training and somehow I've already been left behind. I stumble around the grounds searching for any trace of my peers. We were called to go to the mess hall around ten minutes ago and I got lost.

Not a single face seems familiar from the 104 squad, then again I haven't exactly met any of them so I couldn't possibly place a face. I wonder around aimlessly trying to even catch a glimpse of the cafeteria.

This is hopeless, everyone is going to finish eating and head back to training and I'll be left with a clouded mind and an empty stomach. My stomach growls as if calling for the lavish spread. I speak as though it's a gourmet meal but it's likely bread and broth.

I turn on my heels as I decided to head back to the training ground. I stomp each step in frustration, trying to rid my mind of the lunch. I let the gentle chatter about fill my head rather than the idea of food.

I pick up on bits and pieces of conversation and let it mull over in my brain. Just as I'm about back to training grounds I hear my name in the distance.

Looking around I see nothing and shrug it off. Must be another Jean around here. I continue on when I hear it again louder. I look in the direction of the voice to see a tall freckle faced boy running my way, waving as he calls my name again.

I walk over to him as we make eye contact. He slows his pace to a walk and holds up his index finger as he stops to bend over. Breathing heavily from his exhaustion he struggles to form a sentence. "J-Jean Kir-stein right?"

I nod my head in agreement as he stands up straight to meet his eyes with mine. He flashes me a smile. "Where did you go?" He ask with a light chuckle.

I rub the back of my head in embarrassment. "Well, I actually got lost, and no one seemed to notice." A light blush grazes my cheeks. "What are you talking about silly?" The boy laughs.

"As soon as we got to the mess hall I realized you weren't there so I set out to check on you, make sure everything was okay." He says as his grin widens more.

A soft churning in my stomach catches my attention. It's not the hunger, but the sort of feeling when you fall in a dream. That knot in the pit of your stomach that makes you feel warm and anxious. I gaze into the boys brown eyes as I fumble with my words.

"Yeah, I'm alright... Just... Hungry. Mind showing me where we could get some lunch?" I make out, never breaking contact with his eyes. "Absolutely! That's why I came out here isn't it?" He grins.

I nod still staring at the boy. "Hey, lighten up a little bit. Smile for me?" I shake my head to break the trance. "Huh?" I question, not fully grasping the task at hand. "It's not that hard you weirdo." He laughs, taking my face in his hands and squishing my cheeks somewhat into a smile.

My face burns at the sudden touch and I burry my head in my hands. I'm blushing. A guy made me blush. Some random guy, lord know why he knows my name or even cares about me.

"You'll get the hang of it Jean." The color in my cheeks deepens as he says my name. "My names Marco by the way. Marco Bott" I uncover my face to once again be met with his eyes. His hand extends out and I take it in my own.

Marcos hands are warm, steady hands. They are coarse from the labor they've been through. He has a firm grip but soft enough to leave the understanding of companionship. This is his way to say we're friends.

He releases his grip, as I do my own. "Come on let's go get some lunch." He motions with his head in the direction of our destination.

"You know what Marco?" I'm interrupted by the sound of my growling stomach. "That sounds like a great idea." I smile. He looks shocked at my sudden change in disposition, but only for a second. He grins ear to ear and begins to lead the way.

"You know what Jean?" He ask, mimicking my previous tone and looking up at me as we walk. "What?" "I think you and I would make a great team." He says stopping in his tracks to face me.

"How do you figure that?" I question. He has a sense of determination in his eyes. One that you only get to seen in a person s few times in their life. He was set on being my friend, I could feel it.

"Call it intuition, but I know that you and I could make a difference together." He states, with an obvious sense of belief behind every word.

"Marco?" I say, beginning to walk again. He follows only a few steps behind. "Yeah?" He ask, catching up to my pace. "I think you're going to be my first friend." I say.

An instant pang of regret washes over me as I comprehend what I said. There is a silence, but only for a second. "Well, that good because your mine too." He chuckles, not even the slightest bit embarrassed by the lack of companionship.

I let out a light laugh myself as we reach the mess hall. Everyone is clearing their plates as we take ours. "I suggest you two better shovel it in quick, were heading back now." A scrawny boy with bright green eyes warns.

"Maybe next time if you didn't lallygag you'd get here on time." Rage fills my head and I stand up out of my seat, ready to put this brat in his place. I raise my fist quick, ready to swing when I feel a hand on my arm.

The same hand from before. The hand I've only ever felt once in my life but I feel like I've known forever. Marco. I meet his gaze to see the worry in his eyes. I sit back down with his hand still on my arm, lightly gripping.

I look at the spot where his hand still rest. He takes notice of my stare and begins to pull his hand away when out of instinct I grab it with my own.  My hand on top of his ever so gentle touch on my arm.

He looks me in the eyes making my face feel hot at the sudden realization of what I did. "Uh, s-sorry." I let out, pulling my hand away. My mind so flustered by emotions. His hand however remains in its place on my arm. "Sorry for what?" He ask with a smile.