𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑺𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬 | 𝐉. 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 ✔️

leave you alone

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞

Leave You Alone

Jean POV:

I observed as [Name] gave a nod before making her way to her room. Why is she always so persistently present in my vicinity?

I could have managed on my own.

"Why did she leave early?" Crista inquired with a genuinely curious expression.

"Because Jean declared that she should leave him alone, citing her as annoying. And given their shared circle of friends, they're bound to cross paths," Sasha explained while casually munching on a potato.

Ymir directed a pointed question at me, "What the hell, Jean?"

I countered defensively, "What do you mean, 'what the hell'?"

Christa intervened with a placating tone, "It's okay, Ymir. Just let them sort it out."

Rolling her eyes, Ymir shot me a disapproving glare.

As the others engaged in light-hearted banter, my thoughts swirled around whether I should extend an apology, until Reiner approached me, sensing my internal struggle.

"Jean, you should go talk to her," Reiner suggested, noticing the internal conflict on my face.

"Why would I do that? She's just annoying, always getting in the way," I replied dismissively.

Reiner sighed, "Look, she risked her life to save you today. She went out of her way to help. Maybe she deserves a bit more consideration."

I rolled my eyes, still stubbornly clinging to my frustration. "I didn't ask for her help. I never asked for anything from her."

Reiner gave me a stern look. "Just think about it. It wouldn't hurt to clear the air."

I grumbled a response, not fully committing to the idea. Maybe I did owe her an explanation, or at least a thank you.

"Which room is hers?" I inquired, feeling an unexpected surge of determination.

"The one over there. Why?" Crista responded, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"I'm going to apologize," I declared, a mix of apprehension and resolve in my tone.

Crista graciously led me to [Name]'s designated room. The hallway felt unusually narrow as if I might have unintentionally disrupted someone else's peace.

"This is her room. I will leave to give you guys privacy," Crista said, her departure accompanied by a kind smile.

As she exited, I found myself standing before [Name]'s door. The weight of what I was about to do settled in, and I hesitated. A thought crossed my mind – knocking might not be the best approach. If she recognizes my presence, she may choose not to open the door.

I cautiously turned the doorknob, gently easing the door ajar to ensure she wasn't in a compromising situation. As the door creaked open, I found her clad in pajamas, seated on her bed.

Stepping into the room, I closed the door quietly behind me, not wanting to disturb the fragile quietude. The soft click of the door closing caught her attention, and she turned around, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Approaching her, I took in the sight of her disheveled [hair color] [hair type], strands sticking to her face. In that moment, her vulnerability was palpable.

"I'm sorry for coming off mean towards you... I was just angry that the Titans took Marco's life," I confessed, my voice tinged with remorse.

"It's okay," she responded her words soft but carrying a weight of understanding.

As I turned to leave, she made a simple request, "Can you please close the door on your way out?"

Nodding silently, I retraced my steps, closing the door with care as I left her room. The latch engaged, leaving behind a semblance of solitude in the wake of our brief encounter.

3RD PERSON POV:

Connie glanced up from whatever he was occupied with. "Where did Jean even go?" he queried.

"I dunno, he just left and hasn't come back," Sasha responded, her mouth half-full of potato.

Crista interjected, "I know where he went. But after, I have no idea."

Intrigued, they collectively decided to track down Jean, and their curiosity led them to a peculiar sight.

Jean emerged from a room, and Connie, catching a glimpse of the room's occupant, raised an eyebrow. "Isn't this [Name]'s room?" he inquired.

Crista nodded knowingly. "He went to apologize."

Connie exchanged a glance with Sasha, whose mischievous expression betrayed her teasing intentions. "Just to apologize?" Sasha playfully wiggled her eyebrows, igniting a playful tension in the air.

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