Writer: Oddcompass
Pairing(s): Jean/Eren (Onesided)
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan does not belong to me. This was not made for profitable purposes, just pure fan-based fun.
A/N: Hello! I've found a bunch of Jean/Eren playlists on 8 tracks and I'm kind of obsessed. Hope this turned out alright and that you all like it. Please excuse any errors that I might have made and read on!
Sometimes I want to run my fingers in his short hair, kiss his soft cheeks, hold his hands, and other sappy, lovey-dovey shit like that. I've never been sure why, and I've given up trying to figure it out. Somethings are better left alone, right?
Well, this is one of those times.
He's sitting there with Mikasa and Armin flanking him on both sides. He's talking animatedly about something I don't really care about, waving his arms about, attracting everyone's attention. There's a wild, happy look in his eyes that he gets when he's talking about something he's passionate about. I can't fathom what caused me to start to like an asshole like him. He doesn't do anything particularly interesting in the slightest.
I mean, he might have unwavering determination that I admire and a bright presence anywhere he goes. And maybe his big eyes are just the right shade of green to drag me in. And he just might be very cute.
Not that I think he's really cute or anything.
He just has cute things about him.
Nothing special, really.
His eyes are on me then. Wild, big, and green eyes are piercing me. I can feel myself jump a little.
"What are you staring at?" He half yells at me.
To my surprise, I say nothing. I don't really want to start a fight now, not with this warm feeling in my stomach. It makes my toes curl in my boots and my palms sweat. I like it.
Eren clicks his tongue and turns back around.
Without his eyes on me, I no longer feel that warm feeling. I want it back.
I hear myself yell at him but I don't know what I said.
His eyes are on me again. Angry, slanted green eyes staring at me. He's standing, saying something I don't actually hear. I stand, too. We approach each other, our mouths moving with insults and words that I don't really mean. His face is red with anger, mine red with that same warm feeling in my stomach. With him so close, butterflies were added to the mix. I would have smiled at the feeling, but a fist was in my face.
We fought.
It wasn't a long fight. Marco and Mikasa pulled us apart.
It was in that moment, with Marco's hand firmly on my shoulder, Mikasa holding Eren back by his collar, that I realized something.
My crush on Eren is really fucking pathetic.