Zokkaaaay. This is my AU, it starts with them all in kindergarten and idk when it'll end.

Summary: Modern dy AU. Starts off in kindergarten, and ages up from there. Will be a chapter fic, with different ships.

Pairings: Various.

Rating: K. For now.

Armin doesn't find joy in going outside for recess. There's always the big kids and sometimes they dress him up in girls clothes and call him Amy, and oh, the weather. Mummy says to zip up his sweater because he'll get ill if he doesn't, and when it does take it off he gets a sunburn. Of course, he wants to play with Eren and Mikasa, but they're just playing with flowers.

He sits on a bright red stool, colouring a picture with Crayola. He hums as he does so. Jean sits across from him, colouring his family beside a truck. That's Jean's thing, trucks. He loves trucks. He has light up truck-themed sneakers, and is wearing a truck sweater and tshirt. The brunette lets out a harrumph, crossing his arms over his chest. "Hmph! 'Rmin! Why doesn't my picture look as good as yours?"

Armin blinks, holding back a giggle as he sips from his juicebox. He hops off the stool, which is too tall for him and sits beside Jean. "Show me how you draw and colour."

Jean scribbles messily, rushing. He wants it to be perfect, but unfortunately, it doesn't turn out that way. Armin shakes his head, prying the crayons from Jean's hand. "Nuh-uh, Jean, you gotta slow down. Start over, and colour like how it is in real life. Who's this?" His finger points to a tall man with a pineapple head and purple feet.

"My dad!" He exclaims with a smile, his feet kicking.

"Does your dad have purple feet?"

"Wuh - no, but..."

"Okay, so draw him again, but with the skin tone colour. And his head isn' a pineapple, right?"

"Nuh."

"So draw his head and colour his hair brown."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm!"

So Jean picks up his pencil and draws the outline of his family, then colours them in, slowly. "No white spots." Armin says.

Jean harrumphs again, continuing to colour. "Nyuh whaa' spahts, meh meh meh meh meh."

Armin crosses his arms over his chest now, with a pout, "Bu' I'm helpin' you colour, Jeaaaann!"

Jean harrumphs, for the umpteenth time, and with a sigh, the smaller boy walks over to the window, where we sees Eren placing a flower crown on Mikasa's head. He holds her hand and walks her around, talking to many of the other of their kindergarten class. Eventually, they get close enough and Armin can hear what they're saying.

"I can' protect you f'rever, Mikasa. We needa find you a husban'!"

"I'm going to get married?"

"Mhmmm! C'mon, let's ask Reiner! He thinks you're pretty!"

Silently, Armin thanks his picky self that he likes being inside, because he doesn't want to help Mikasa get married, she's only four.

"Done!"

The blond turns around, smiling at Jean, he looks over his shoulder noting the great difference. Jean smiles, as does Armin. "Good job." Armin says, taking a moment to admire the picture before kissing Jean sloppily on the cheek. Armin smiles again, pressing his small hand over Jean's mouth. "Don't tell 'nybody, 'specially not Eren or Mikasa, no one, mkay?"

Jean nods, watching as the boy skips happily back to his chair, picking up his long forgotten sippy cup.