Broken silence [Levi x Reader]

[7] Jean & Marco

"Jean, Stop, you look fine the way you are!" Marco pleaded, taking the comb away from Jean's hands, stalling the boy from grooming his thin hair.

"Fine" is not enough for [Y/N] to like me, Marco! I need to be perfect!" Jean, growled, snatching the comb back, resuming to fixing his hair.

"You've been combing your gair for about an hour..." Marco replied with a quiet voice, yetbalso sounding a bit worried for his love sick friend. 

"Perfection takes time" Jean said, focusing on his reflection in the mirror.

Marco rolled his eyes, "Okay," He then sighed; he gave up.

Jean's focus was broken by a loud kncock at their door. Both of their heads turned over to the door and they both, immediately, knew who it was. Jean's heart jumped, his heart rate increasing rapdily.

"Shit" He cursed under his breath, hastily dropping his comb as he ran over to the door. he stumbled on the way there, hitting his leg against the bed, which created a loud and painful sounding thud. Jean winced as he tried to shake pain off.

"Jean? Marco? Is everything okay in there?" [Y/N] asked in concern once she heard the sound, placing her hand on the door handle. She was about to open it, but Jean beat her to it. He opened the door, a smirk already on his face as she smiled at him, greeting him with her expression.

"Everything's fine," He replied with a raised eyebrow, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "Come in,"

He grabbed het by the wrist and brought het inside. Marco waved at her and have her an adorable, large smile; [Y/N] couldn't help but smile back. Jean sat right beside Marco on the bed, lovingly watching his much wanted guest as she organized her things on the nightstand, sorting all her necessities right beside the males' belongings. She turned around, surprised to catch the two boys staring at her. A small blush crept on her face, but it swiftly faded away as she looked away from them.

"Which bed will i be sleeping in?" She asked, glancing at all three of the beds in the room. It was a question with an abovious awnser, but, she wasn't sure how to start a conversation with the boys, therefore she decided to ask that. There was one bunk-bed and an extra twin bed right beside them; that extra twin clearly was where she was going to sleep, but, Jean didn't receive it as a stupid question, he was just glad that she was actually starting the conversation.

"That one," Marco replied before Jean could, pointing at the twin bed right beside them.

"Um! Unless you, uh, don't want to sleep alone. You can sleep on one of the bunks if you'd like," Jean considered.

Everyone here has been treating me so nicely. Are they all in on it? She thought, shaking it off once she realiezed that that probably wasn't true.

[Y/N] chuckled, "No thanks. I'm fine sleeping alone,"

Jean tried not to look too disappointed, not wanting any random thoughts triggering in her mind that could, possibly, embarrass him. He replied with a swift nod and stood up. He picked up the comb that had fallen on the floor and placed it back on the counter. He stood there, glaring at gimself in the mirror, wanting to spew out words; he wanted to talk to her, but he felt so nervous and tense. It was so unlike him, keeping quiet.

"Do you like anyone?" Jean spat, loudly. Marco glanced over at him, eyes widened. Jean's jaw clenched and he felt his blood gradually rushing to his cheeks. He clung onto the edge of the counter in an attempt to control his already shaky hands.

[Y/N] giggled. "Why are you so tense?" She walked over to him and grabbed his shaky hand and squeezed it, hoping that it would relax him somehow. It would always work on her; whenever she was nervous, her father would grab onto her hand, give it a little squeeze, and like magic, she always felt automatically better.