Met Again •Eremika College AU•

Chapter 3: Jean

Note: Please don't be disappointed that it's not Eremika the whole chapter >_<

Geez I'm nervous...

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Mikasa stopped running when she neared the campus library. She had ran quite a lot, as she recognized the place was halfway across campus. She leaned onto a tree to catch her breath and recover from the event of seeing her old enemy.

The scene replayed in her head over and over again. She remembered the sight of Annie walking into the cafe. It was only a moment, but those sharp icy blue eyes focused on her like hunter to prey. Mikasa getting so frightened, it caused her to ran away like a coward. Even with Eren right beside her, the one who helped her battle her problems, she ran.

She sat down in the grass, with her back to the tree trunk. Am I that weak? Now that question went through her mind. All her life she's depended on people, and never has stood up for herself. She bit her lip, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

"It's pathetic to cry over such a ridiculous reason..." she said aloud, wiping her tears onto her sleeve.

She sniffled for a few moments when a handkerchief blocked her view of the cobblestone pathway in front of her. She looked up to see a boy, maybe a bit older than her, with ashy straw colored hair. His eyes were small and olive colored and he was smiling softly at her.

He reminded her of Jack from Ilse Langnar's book, Periwinkle.

Heat traveled up to her cheeks as she realized it was as if this scene were coming from Periwinkle itself...

Jack peeked behind the tree he was sitting at to discover a girl with golden blonde hair crying and muttering to herself. As the gentleman he was, he gets up and hands her his handkerchief.

The girl with puffy red eyes and a hanging tear drop from her eyes looks up embarrassed. She tries to wipe away the tears. She shouldn't cry in front of a cute boy. It'll make him think she's pathetic.

But the boy encourages the piece of white fabric and with the same smile he says,

"With a pretty face like yours, you shouldn't cry," he proceeds to tap away Mikasa's watering eyes, the water absorbing into the fabric.

She didn't protest and try to push him away, instead she let him do it... Except, there she was again, letting someone care for her troubles.

She quickly smashed her face into her sleeve again, getting rid of the excess tears and stood up. She thought about running away, forgetting about the incident, and hoping to never see the boy again.

Instead she stood still like a statue with a bright blush radiating on her cheeks. The boy stood up as well. He was actually very tall and in one arm he carried a couple of books, probably from the library nearby.

A stutter, "T-Thank you," Mikasa avoided his gaze, pulling a piece of hair behind her ear. She bowed "goodbye" and turned around to leave when he caught her wrist.

Soon, she was facing him up close that she could count his eyelashes. He had a blush penetrating across his face as well as he pushed out the words, "You have really pretty black hair!"

Mikasa was confused for a second and rather flattered by his comment. "Thanks...?" She ended up saying awkwardly, pulling away from the now peculiar boy, stumbling back a bit.

A couple of dried leaves swept by as the boy was thinking about what he had just said first thing to a girl.

"Ah, that sounded weird did it? Sorry, my name is Jean Kirschtein. I'm a sophomore at Rose, literature major... your name?" he scratched the back of his neck, also avoiding her gaze.