A/N: It's been a really long time since I've written something. Now that I have the means to write, and the inspiration, I'm coming out with new content. Right now, Shingeki no Kyojin is my obsession. And I'll be working with a few certain characters. I hope I can keep this going until it's completion, and for that I need review from the readers. I hope you guys enjoy my first piece in a while.

Disclaimer: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin.

"Hey, Marco, you know where I put the first page of my essay?"

Our messy one bedroom apartment in the city of Trost left us with a feeling of comfort and security. Dirty laundry and papers littered the floor, just as a regular college dorm would look. Except this wasn't a dorm. This was our apartment. We saved every penny for this place and we haven't even made it our own yet.

The freckled boy with a giant smile on his face held a crinkled piece of paper in his hand. "You looking for this, Jean?"
I ran my hand through my two-toned locks. This boy who woke me up in the morning, reminded me when my assignments were due, and even went out of his way to make me coffee in the morning. I practically did nothing without him.

I snatched the sheet from his gentle hands. "Yeah, thanks." I huffed. "I still have five pages to go though. I've procrastinated enough, and now all my work's piled up."

Marco pulled up a chair near my working area, "Well, since my essay's been done for a couple days now, I can help you with yours." His smile was so sweet and sincere. No wasn't even a word on my tongue,

I nodded, "If you want. I mean, you don't have to."

I watched him as he grabbed a blank piece of paper, and a pen. He began to scribble something on it. "This is just the rough draft," he told me, his eyes glued to the page.

I nodded slowly, watching him work like a busy bee.

"So, Jean, have you heard of that boy that started going to our University just this year? That transfer student, Eren Jaeger?"

Of course, Marco was only trying to start conversation, but seriously? That kid made himself a legend. He went around picking fights with everyone, me included. Though, if he ever fucked with Marco, he'd be more than expelled. He'd be six feet under. I wouldn't be having that.

I fiddled with my pencil, twirling it a little. "Yeah, I've heard of him. What about him?"

The other looked up from his work, stress touching his soft features. "Well, he's got no one in the entire school. I tried showing him around campus. He seems really distant, Jean. We should try to befriend him."

"Do you really think it'll work for a guy with that kind of reputation?" I rolled my eyes, not waiting for an answer. "From what I heard, he only knows how to fight. And quite frankly, I don't want you getting hurt over something so stupid."

Hurt clouded his light brown eyes. "I'd like to help him adjust to a new school, you know? The same way you unknowingly helped me become comfortable. I came out of my shell because of you, and I'd like to help Eren get over whatever is troubling him," he told me, his voice soft with concern.

I groaned quietly. Truth be told, I could never say no to him when he was like this. When he wanted to help someone so much, he just had to do it. I mean, I understood his motives, but towards a harsh kid like Eren Jaeger? Marco just had a death wish at this point. I didn't want to be the controlling boyfriend, but I wanted what was best for Marco.

The blackette leaned back onto my shoulder. "I know you don't like it. I know you want me to continue on a path, on my own routine. But there's some things I just have to do. If I can help someone, I sure as hell will."

"I know, Marco. Just don't want you to come out of this all bruised and shit," I muttered, making a face.

He planted a kiss on my cool forehead. "Have some faith in me, Jean. It wouldn't kill you to." He tangled his long finger into my locks. "If you want, after tomorrow's classes, you can come with me to find Eren."

I know he was trying to make it easier on me, but that kid would kill me first. Of course I wanted to protect Marco like his Knight in shining armor, but fighting that asshole wouldn't do anything for his stress. I couldn't sacrifice making Marco upset over something as ridiculous as a fight.

I sighed stressfully. "I'll go," I told him silently.

He smiled from ear to ear. "Good, Now, let's get back to your paper. You have to turn it in tomorrow."

We went back to writing a really long essay on traffic safety. Honestly, tomorrow was the only thing on my mind, Marco kept hollering at me to write neatly. How could I though? I was mentally preparing myself to meet and fight Eren Jaeger. I wasn't thinking about any type of safety but my own.

The freckled boy decided to do most of the typing, since he could type more words per minute than me. So, I laid down staring at the white ceiling. The events of tomorrow filled my head until I got drowsy. The late afternoon sun leaked through the blinds, but I was exhausted. I let that feeling overcome me, my eyes fluttering shut. My slumber was filled with nightmares, possible wounds to Marco. Was I really serious about tomorrow, with all the rumors going around? I couldn't go back now...

A/N: I apologize for the short chapter but the next one will be longer, that I promise. Don't forget to review, because that'll help me get better at writing. So until next time, Love you all!