So... First de-anon from the snk kink meme, with a few more to come.
"Marco!" Jean jogs to catch up to his friend, who's just rounding the corner to the mess hall.
"Polo!" Sasha absently sticks her leg out, tripping Jean as she passes.
She's gone too fast for him to do anything, and he gets up, frowning as he realizes that he's lost sight of Marco.
XxXxXx
"Hey, Marco!" Jean stalks into the cafeteria, his target right in front of him, turning in an empty tray.
Connie steps forward, blocking his sight of Marco with a stupid grin on his face.
"Polo!"
Marco walks out, and Jean throws his arms up in frustration.
XxXxXx
Jumping out of a tree, he activates his 3D gear on a course with Marco, towards the wooden titan that's popped up behind the other trainee.
"Marco!"
"Polo!" Bertholdt swings in front of him, cutting a notch in the neck of the "titan".
Marco swings away, unaware of Jean's frustrated yells.
XxXxXx
"…and I just want to talk to Marco. But everyone is against me, I swear! Every time I try to talk to him, someone gets in the way and yells 'Polo' and I have no idea why!" Jean's sitting beside Christa, her hand on his shoulder consolingly.
Marco walks by at that very moment and he jumps up, knocking Christa off the bench.
"Marco!"
"Polo." Ymir smacks him in the face as she walks by to help up Christa. Jean falls to his knees as he looses sight of Marco yet again.
XxXxXx
"Pssst, Marco." Jean glances in Keith's direction before turning back to Marco, "Marco!"
"Polo." Keith is suddenly right in front of him, and Jean falls backwards.
"Did you have something to say?" Keith's eyebrows are raised, and his expression is stern, but there's giggling coming from somewhere down the line.
"No sir, nothing to say sir." Jean gets up and dusts off the back of his pants. So much for that idea.
XxXxXx
It's right after dinner when he finally catches up to Marco with no one around to interrupt.
"Hey Jean, how's it going?" Marco's grin is soothing, and even with the frustration of the past week at the forefront of his mind, Jean smiles back. Maybe it's the freckles, because no one (not even Mikasa or Christa) have this effect on him.
"Terribly. I tried to talk to you like twenty times this week."
"Really? I haven't seen you around at all!" Marco's grin is mischievous, and Jean's eyes widen as realization starts to set in.
"It's your fault!" He jumps up from the bench they were sitting on, indignation making him tense. Marco keeps grinning and he scowls at the other trainee.
"I wanted to see how long they could keep it up." Marco reaches to pat him on the head, and Jean glares, opening his mouth for a scolding.
"Marco-!"
And is promptly shut up as soft lips press against his own, and a muscular body leans into him.
"Polo." Is whispered against his lips and he opens his eyes to freckles and laughing eyes and the fight drains out of him.
"You are an ass." He pulls back, but Marco's arms around his neck keep him close.
"I bet you like my ass. Besides, seeing your expression when Keith yelled at you was priceless."
Jean glares.
"Next time you have such a half-baked idea, use it on someone else."