Sasha snuck her way into the kitchen. She found herself at the food storage closet like usual. She hated coming here knowing her weakness for food made her come here. She slowly crept her way to where they kept the bread and fruit. She moved the boxes to hide while she eats.

She knew the consequences of taking food without permission. But she would do anything if she gets to eat. She grabbed the bread and a few peaches. She would of grabbed a potato but they aren't as good cold. She sinks to the floor while she indulges in the juicy fruit. The juice from the peach runs down her face. She finished that one and moved on the next one.

Sasha was mid bite when she heard the door rattle. She paused and didn't move a muscle. She knew she was caught. She probably would have to run until she passes out again. She was not looking forward to the punishment. She didn't even eat that much food yet!

"I swear to god I saw you run into here, Sasha."

Sasha's stole her breath back in and shut her mouth.

"Is...Is that Jean in here?" She thought to herself. She didn't move from where she was in fear he's with a superior and she'll get in trouble. She heard Jean's footsteps move across the room, stopping every few feet.

"Sasha, I'm alone and I've been looking for you."

"Looking for me? Why? What if he's only tricking you?" Sasha said putting up her defenses again.

But Jean wasn't going to get her in trouble. He just wanted to see her. He realised he had absolutely no chance with Mikasa, so the next one on his list was Sasha. He would admit, Sasha was just his type. She was tall, but not too tall for him, skinny, brown long hair. Just what he liked. He never said anything though. He kept it to himself thinking she had a crush on Connie.

Jean moved boxes around until he found one he couldn't move anymore and it wasn't hitting the wall. He put down his brightly shined lantern on the box next to him and moved the box in front of him to the side. He grabbed his lantern and squatted down. He found those eyes he's been looking for. Sasha's eyes. He looked at her face. She had peach juice dripping from her mouth and she was holding a peach next to her face. He did feel a little turned on how vulnerable she was at this moment, but he erased the thought of it.

"Hey potato girl." Jean said with a smirk.

Sasha wiped her mouth from the left over peach and brought the peach down to her was surprised to find Jean in front of her. She didn't mind his company. To be honest, she actually really liked when she was around Jean. She found comfort.

"Hi." She managed to say.

Jean pointed to the spot next to her. "Care if I join?"

She shook her head and moved over a little so he can fit. Jean moved his body between the carts and her body. "Ah. There." He leaned his back against the wall. "I have something awesome I think you'd like to get your teeth on" Jean whispered.

Her attention when to 100% when Jean said that. She wondered what he was talking about. Were they blueberries? She hasn't seen thought in 10 years. Cucumbers? Melon? Peanuts?

"Shut your eyes Potato Girl."

Sasha was annoyed by that name. "Only if you call me Sasha."

"Deal."

Sasha closed her eyes and waited for Jean. He pulled out something that Sasha hasn't seen ever in her whole life. "Now open."

Sasha looked down to see a reddish thing in Jeans hand. She pointed and asked what it was.

"Well, it's a pomegranate. You never had one?" He asked.

She shook her head. "I never saw one until now actually."

Jean opened up the pomegranate and started taking out the seeds. He placed some in Sasha's hands. "Here. They're little seeds. I used to eat them all the time when I was a kid."

She smiled and put some in her mouth. She bite down and the seeds popped in her mouth and the juices flowed. "Oh! These are so good!" She said.

"Here take some more." He smiled and handed her half of the fruit.

They ate the fruit, Sasha realised she didn't have anymore and sighed. "I would give you more. But I kinda ate all mine too." He half smiled.

"It's fine. We can always find more...right?"

"Yeah. We got a huge stock of them. We'll probably have them in the morning for breakfast for a bit."

"Yes!" She cheered knowing she'll have more of the foreign fruit. "Hey Jean.."

"Mhm?" He collected the scraps for the fruit from her hands.

"Why are you here?"

"Oh. uh, I don't actually know. I saw you walking in here. So I followed." That wasn't exactly true. He wanted to get to know Sasha. He doesn't have anyone left. Marco died, and he's all alone. Everyone has those friends that they always sit with and team up with, but now without Marco, Jean was alone.

"Oh. That's nice. How about we meet up tomorrow morning for breakfast? I usually sit in the corner near the window." Sasha asked.

"Sure. I'll be waiting there." He smiled down to her.

She smiled back up to him. "Hey Sasha.." Jean said softly, still gazing into her eyes.

"Yes?"

"You look pretty in your uniform."

Sasha began to blush, soon her cheeks were a bright red. "No one in my whole life ever complimented me like that. What do I do?!" She thought to herself.

Jean began slowly leaned forward to Sasha's face. They didn't lose eye contact. She knew Jean was about to kiss her.

She didn't know if she wanted to kiss him or push him away. Sasha thought he was one of the cutest in the trainee squad. But she didn't know why he was about to kiss her. Their lips so close, she could feel his warmth of his breath on her lips. He leaned in to complete the kiss…

"I'll see you tomorrow, Jean." Sasha got up, breaking the gaze of their eyes. She moved from their hidden spot and left the food storage without another word.

Jean just sat there trying to recollect what just happened. "Did I just try kissing Sasha?" He thought. "She didn't exactly push me away. She didn't move when I began leaning forward." Jean thought.

He sat there, now thoughtless, just trying to process what just happened. All he can think about is Sasha.

Sasha. Sasha. Sasha.

He wishes she didn't get up and leave. He wanted to taste how her lips felt like. He hasn't ever kissed a girl, he knew what to do by watching him and his mom kiss.

He slowly got up and left the room. "Guess i'll just see her tomorrow."