It starts to rain and Jean forgets his umbrella

Luckily Mikasa decides to help him out

Jean sighed heavily as he watched the rain pour down onto the roof and spill onto the ground. The place was close to flooded and was really coming down hard today. It had been sunny with slight cloud earlier, so he never took an umbrella today. However, later it had clouded over in the afternoon and started to pour it down quite heavily.

He honestly felt so stupid for not taking one just in case like he always did. Of all days he had to forget or at least not think about things rationally. God, he was mentally slapping himself right now for being so stupid. If Eren could see him now he would be laughing his ass of right now for his stupidity.

If he made a run for it he would still get wet but he could keep himself semi dry with his satchel. But that would do no good and he would still be soaked when he eventually got home. The last thing he needed was to get a fever for letting his pride get the better of him and risk getting wet.

If he came home soaked to the bone his mother would give him an earful. While she was indeed a kind woman, she was no pushover that was for damn sure. She was always telling him to be prepared when he got ready for school, though she could be annoying she simply cared about her son.

It's not like he wanted to get wet, but he had no other option. There was no store nearby to get another one and all his friends had already gone home by this point. There was nobody to give him a ride or share an umbrella with. He was screwed in every sense of the world for not being careful.

When was he finally going to get his shit together? But hey, he was still human after all. He was bound to slip up every now and again, but he still got annoyed at himself for getting into the situation. But there was nothing he could do so he might as well wait it out instead.

While it was annoying to be stuck at school because of the weather, he could find some way to amuse himself he was sure. I mean while it was heavy as hell, it was rather soothing to watch the ripples in puddles and the patterns as the water hit the ground in splashes.

"Jean? What are you still doing here?" a familiar voice asked. Usually he was one of the first people to rush home when school ended. So why was he still standing about? Surely she would have thought he would have gone home by now or be playing video games at Marco's house.

Jean looked behind him to see Mikasa in her uniform, her red scarf wound around her neck. She looked so cute and toasty, it was honestly adorable. Every time he looked at her she just kept getting more and more beautiful, falling deeper and deeper under her spell.

Jean blushed and laughed awkwardly. He must have looked like such an idiot to her, not being as prepared to even think of bringing an umbrella. God, he hated his life sometimes. "Y… Yeah. The weather must be making fun of me for being so forgetful" he joked. If he rushed out in it now he would only get sick which would give Eren more ammo to use against him.

God knows Eren found more ways to poke fun at him than anyone else. He was only grateful that since he started dating Mikasa Eren had laid off him a little. Though he did think Eren was a little shit sometimes, he still respected the guy to an extent. But he still wasn't friends with him that was for sure.

If he made fun of himself now, nobody else could. Nobody could tear into him about getting into this mess. Nobody could make fun of him for being careless. Better to laugh at yourself then have someone make you feel like shit, right? Made sense to him.

Mikasa blinked confused by his comment and then noticed Jean didn't have an umbrella. How long had he been standing here waiting for the rain to die down so he could leave? It didn't look like it would be letting up any time soon, surely it would get worse before it got any better as far as weather goes.

Her eyes softened and she felt bad for him. Jean lived the furthest away of any of them, he always arrived later than anyone and yet still managed to get there on time. He had the longest distance to go but didn't have any protection from the rain, at least not today.

She then approached Jean quietly making him blush. Mikasa then pulled a blue umbrella from her bag and opened it over the two of them quietly. Leaving Jean here by himself would be a mean thing to do. The poor guy needed to get home or his mother would worry. I mean everyone made mistakes, right?

Everyone had moments of being forgetful or doing something they shouldn't have done, nobody was perfect. But that was how we learned from our mistakes right? So Jean had forgotten his umbrella, who what? What was that to laugh about?

Jean blushed harder and stared at her in confusion as she held the umbrella over the two of them. This scene seemed like something out of a manga or romance movie. Two young people standing under and umbrella together making small talk, only in his case whenever he looked into her eyes he was lost for words.

Mikasa then smiled gently at him. She wasn't the type of person to abandon someone when they needed help. Jean may have had his moments of being thoughtless, but he wasn't a bad guy. "I'll walk you some of the way. Sorry I can't take you further, I live in another area" she apologized. At least he would still be somewhat dry when he managed to get home.

Jean shook his head shyly, just being able to walk under an umbrella with her was good enough for him. He would treasure this memory for as long as he lived. "N… No thanks. It's really kind of you" he said gratefully. Though it may not seem like much to her, he really appreciated her doing this for him.

Mikasa then smiled a little and the two headed out together in the direction of home. The rain splattering on the umbrella like bullets and pouring over the top. Luckily it wasn't windy or they would be screwed. Instead it was just a very heavy downpour meaning they would still be able to remain semi dry on the way home.

As they walked along Mikasa peered at Jean who was still blushing and gripping his satchel. He looked like a strawberry with his red cheeks, but a very cute strawberry. However, only she had ever seen him make this face which made it her little secret. Something that only she knew about Jean.

She then quietly reached out her hand and took his free one in her own. The latter stiffened shyly at the contact then wound his fingers in her own, taking her hand. Their fingers slowly clasping together to make a whole fist. Her fingers so much smaller and softer than his own large hands.

The two then continued to walk down the street and away from the school. Hand in hand under an umbrella while the rain poured down around them, while they stayed safe and dry. Together.