Polar (Erejean)

Birthday Boy

"Eren, come on, get up."

I gave a groan of protest as the covers were pulled away from me, the cold air hitting my skin straight after. I buried my head into Jean's pillow, curling my legs up to my chest as I did so.

"I told you I don't want to do anything," I murmured, my words muffled against the fabric.

"You can't spend your birthday feeling depressed just because Mr Ass-fuck won't put your name back on the list."

"I can and I will," I said, breathing out a huff when I felt the weight of him beside me. I turned over, my body still curled up as I glanced up at him. "And I don't get why you're suddenly so wanting to leave the house."

He sighed, shifting over so he was lying down beside me. He looked me over for a moment before turning on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"You've still got the interview with them. You'll get in."

"I'm just worried I'll fuck it up," I said quietly. I felt bad for moping around when the whole incident with Jean's mother was less than two weeks ago, but I couldn't stop thinking about university. "Do we really have to go out today?"

He shrugged. "I just think it would be good for us both."

I closed my eyes, staying quiet for a moment before breathing out a sigh and shuffling closer. "Okay," I agreed, resting my head on his shoulder and slinking an arm over his body. "Not yet, though. I just want to stay like this for a bit."

"Yeah, 'course," he said, slipping an arm around me, his fingers tracing light circles on my back.

We stayed like that for awhile, neither of us saying a word. I think I might have almost slipped off to sleep a few times, though I really wasn't sure.

Eventually, I sat up, tugging at Jean's hand so he could do the same. He offered the faintest smile, which I tiredly returned before slowly moving off the bed. I got changed into my jeans and sweater, not paying too much attention to Jean's obvious stares.

When I turned back around, he was standing at my side, his hand slipping into mine. "Come on, I'll make you your coffee before we head out."

"Woah, I wish it was my birthday every day," I said jokingly, before smiling and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Thank you."

"No problem," he smiled, and started walking with me downstairs to the kitchen.

When we got there, my attention drew to one of the countertops, my brows raising as Jean let go of me and casually went on to make my drink. Wordlessly, I made my way over to the counter, picking up an envelope with my name on it. My gaze drifted off to the blue gift bag that had been placed beside it, which had tissue paper sticking out of the top.

"I told you not to get me anything," I sighed, looking back over to Jean. He just shrugged, his arms crossed over his body as he leaned back against the counter, staring down at the kettle.

"It's nothing fancy."

Nodding, I decided not to complain, opening up the card he'd given me. I couldn't help but smile as I tugged it out of the envelope, my eyes running over the words 'For My Boyfriend' that went over its cover. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I opened it up, and I knew I was blushing.

'To Eren,

Happy Birthday, you dork. I hope you have a good day.

Thank you for being there for me. I don't deserve you.

Jean

xx'

There was a small doodle under the writing, as well. He'd drawn the both of us together, holding hands. Beside us were speech bubbles, and I laughed as I read them.