Here I go again with spur of the moment stuff. Hope you like it, hhhh.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan. All I have are these stupid stories of mine. u v u''
"Let's sit over here," Jean said to Marco as they made their way over to the table where Mikasa was sitting. Of course she had sat herself around Armin and Eren, but Jean did his best to ignore that factor.
Marco was unsure if this was a wise choice, since he knew Eren and Jean butt heads all the time. However, he wasn't going to go against Jean's wishes, since Jean didn't seem to care about the fact that Eren was there.
When he and Marco sat down next to them, Mikasa paid them no mind, not caring who just sat next to her. Eren and Armin, on the other hand, nearly choked on their food. Eren hissed out in confusion and mild anger, "Why are you sitting here?"
Marco timidly said nothing, unsure how to respond seeing as Jean was the one that chose their seats. Whereas Jean just smiled at Eren, doing his best to stay calm, "We're allowed to sit wherever we want." That punk, who does he think he is, keeping Mikasa all to himself. Now this angered Eren. "Yeah, but why the hell did you choose to sit here," Eren spat, "You could sit next to anyone, why here?"
This was when Armin decided to intervene, "H-hey can't we just eat in peace for once?"
"Is it just me, or are they not feeding us as much as they did before," a melodic voice rang out, changing the topic. The owner of this voice was none other than Mikasa Ackerman; and most people would not call it melodic, seeing as she spoke in her casual, monotone, voice. However, the boy who heard it as such, melodic, was, of course, Jean Kirschstein.
Closing his eyes in an attempt to raise his courage, Jean turned to his side. This was his chance, he could get Mikasa's attention. He extended his hand out, a small loaf of bread resting upon it, "You can have mine, if you want." She would see him as a gentleman, perfect. The person on the receiving end of the food, greedily grabbed the bread, wasting no time in taking a bite out of the piece. "Wow, Jean, thanks," the voice groggled joyously, while chewing the food.
"Huh," Jean questioned. That voice didn't belong to the beautiful Mikasa.
Jean opened his eyes in confusion, shocked to see that the person sitting next to him, shoving his loaf of bread in her mouth, was Sasha Braus.
"Ww-what," Jean screamed in horror. When did she get there?!
Little did Jean know that, within the time it took him to muster up his courage, the trio that once sat there had finished their food and left. This goes for everyone else too. Marco had tried getting Jean's attention a few times, saying that people were leaving, but to no avail did Jean hear him. Marco just continued to sit next to him, awkwardly waiting for him to come to realisation.
Sasha grinned wildly, gobbling down the bread, as she got up and left as well.
"Jean," Marco started once more, "uh, everyone's already left..."
"What," Jean screamed again, still very much in shock.
What a cruel world, always giving Jean the role of the fool.
Sorry, I just felt like writing something silly. Not sure where the story was going, but haha... Seems like I do this for all my stories, though. Haaah, I'll try to write a serious, on-going, story later... TT v TT"
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