Prompt: Hair
He had always liked her hair; black and shiny.
He could only imagine the feel of it in his hands. He imagined it being soft to the touch and light as air; delicate as her beauty, but just as strong as her. Jean had always wanted to just reach out and touch it, to smooth Mikasa's hair down and hug her whenever she was upset.
But instead he'd just stood back and watched her hide behind her glossy veil of hair. He wondered if he'd ever get lucky enough to touch it. Maybe. Maybe one day.
A small snort to his left shook Jean out of his thoughts. Tearing his gaze away from Mikasa, he looked at Armin.
"You ok?" He asked the blonde.
Armin looked at Jean with a small smile. "If you're trying to announce to everyone that you like Mikasa, you're doing a great job at it. If you're trying to be subtle, you're definitely failing."
Jean glanced around his table, cheeks flushing scarlet when he realized that everyone was looking at him with snickers. Nothing really new about those looks. And there was also nothing new about the glare Eren had directed at him.
"Ahhh..." Jean stood up, moving his dishes onto a tray and trying to escape hastily. "I'm beat, so I'm going to bed now. Night guys!" Trying to ignore the laughs and catcalls behind him, Jean walked out of the room praying Mikasa wouldn't hear of this.
She was always intrigued by his hair.
It had two colors. How was such a thing possible without dying it?
She had asked Armin about that once, during a break between training. He'd told her that it was his natural color, and that it must be a family trait. He'd read about it somewhere long ago. The hair closer to his skin hadn't had enough time out in the sun to bleach, whereas the longer hair had had enough sun exposure to lighten. Or, at least, that was his theory.
When she had asked if there was any way to prove that theory, Eren had turned to her in shock. He snorted water out of his nose, shouting that there was no way she'd ever get close enough to Jean to prove anything.
Further questioning as to what getting close to Jean would prove, only made Armin blush and stammer; and as Eren's rant about 'that obnoxious horse face' continued Armin was left with trying to explain Mikasa while at the same time trying not to explain. In the end, she was still confused.
How would getting close to Jean prove the natural color of his hair?
She was still curious though. She glanced back when laughter and catcalls erupted at the table behind her. Jean was blushing and clearing his dishes up, looking flustered. Her lips curved up in a small smile. Somehow, guys just looked adorable when blushing.
Mikasa whipped her head around. She had just made herself blush. Did she just mentally call Jean adorable in her own thoughts? She risked a last glance over her shoulder, the top cut of his hair fluttering slightly in the breeze of the doorway.
She wondered again at the color, curious to feel the texture of it. Definitely, she admitted to herself, she was now definitely intrigued by Jean Kirschstein.