A/N: In which Jean makes some of the funniest mistakes when he tries speaking Spanish. If you already know how to read/speak Spanish, this'll be a blast, because face it, we made some of these mistakes, too.

There was a study that showed people's interests in accents and languages, and surprisingly enough, most people enjoyed a Spanish accent and found the language quite attractive. That was the only reason why Jean signed up to take a Spanish class when he got into college - to hopefully woo Eren with his amazing language usage.

It was easy to catch Eren alone; they were roommates, after all. He passed by a few people on his way to his dorm that evening who commented on his black vest and white dress shirt. Since his usual attire consisted of torn jeans, a faded band T-shirt, and an old sweater, his impeccable suit that night would surely surprise Eren. As he fumbled with the keys to their dorm, he promptly placed the rose he was carrying in his mouth, holding it between his teeth by the stem.

When he entered, the brunet was laid back on his bed, typing away on his laptop. Jean kicked the door shut, which drew Eren's attention. Before he looked up from the screen, he angrily started, "I swear to God, Kirstein, the next time you -"

His words fell dead on the tip of his tongue as he took in the sight of his roommate. He couldn't help but stare at the way Jean walked closer to him, his hips swaying ever so slightly. The confident fire in those hazel eyes ensnared his entire being. Eren admitted that his roommate was an attractive man - an asshole at times, but definitely attractive - but he never even considered it until now.

Jean took the rose from his mouth between his index and middle finger and ran the petals ever so lightly against Eren's jawline. The brunet's breath hitched in the back of his throat as Jean purred, "Estoy loco por ti, cariño."

He wasn't even sure if he said that right, but it seemed as he did, for a flustered blush immediately formed on Eren's cheeks. The brunet started, "Jean, I -"

The two-toned man pressed the rose to his lips, shushing him with a soft croon, and replaced the laptop in his lap. He felt so giddy inside - holy shit, it actually worked! - as he leaned in closer to Eren. His breath ghosted ever so gently against Eren's lips as he purred, "Te deseo, mi chicharrón."

Eren's brow furrowed at this. He pushed Jean back a bit with a snicker as if it was the most ludicrous thing he ever heard. Jean clucked his tongue and growled, "What?!"

"You were doing so well until you called me your pork rind."

Estoy loco por ti, cariño = I'm crazy for you, dear

Te deseo, mi chicharrón = I want you, my pork rind