Stalker.

The words haunted Jean slightly, after Marco had apparently pointed out that said boys actions were being creepy. He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he went back to remembering his beautiful coffee "dates". It had become a habit that the teen would visit the campus' coffee shop purely to see that blonde cutie – however it was unfortunate in the factor that because he became such a regular – he was associated with drinking tea. Not like there was necessarily any problems with drinking tea, but when attempting to impress a girl, the last thing Jean wanted was to look like the loser kid who drank tea because they were too much of a wimp to handle coffee. And Hell, could Jean drink some damn good coffee!

A quiet chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned back on his bed, head propped up by firm arms as he stared at the ceiling. Cracks and creases decorated the slightly stained wallpaper; reminding him creases that flowed across that white apron strapped across blondie's body. Over the numerous visits Jean had learned that blondie did in fact have a name – Armin. He was momentarily confused as he had anticipated a slightly more feminine name but hey – if Annie was anything to go by, then it didn't matter if people's names didn't match their appearance. But Armin...wow...she really was cute. Jean hadn't felt butterflies in his stomach since he was a little kid, and got his first kiss after falling over a soccer ball that he was supposedly meant to kick.

Lost in thought, the boy didn't notice his wandering hand edging down towards his pants, his sub-conscious desires making an escape. Such blue eyes. And blonde hair...how cliché. And that little shy smile she gave him when she handed over his drink. God, he could only imagine coming home after a long and tiring day at work to find his beautiful princess in nothing but an over-sized shirt of his, running into his arms with an embarrassed but adorable greeting of:

"Welcome home, my love~!"

A shiver ran down Jean's spine and he bucked his hips instinctively – relishing in the slight friction of his jeans. His breathing had got rough, a sure sign that he apparently still dealt with raging hormones. Glancing over at the clock, he groaned and rolled over – realising he had only ten minutes to leave and meet Marco. Why did he have to get a hard-on at the most inappropriate times?! Sighing loudly he removed his hands and sat up, scruffing up his hair in the process. Shitty boring days were the worst...but at least he'd get to see his soon-to-be-girlfriend. Eheh. Then he wouldn't need to give himself a hand.

"Really, Jean? Really? At this rate they're going to get you banned from this place." Marco whined softly, trying to persuade his best friend to stop staring wide-eyed at the counter with a predatory glint in those orbs. "Look, if you just go up to her and ask to hang out some time, then the whole thing will be fixed! And...I'll stop getting second-hand embarrassment-"

"Shh, shh." A hand fumbled over to cover the others lips as Jean refused to direct his gaze elsewhere than the blondie smiling sweetly at customer after customer. Marco just didn't understand! Jean sighed internally; wishing he could finally get the courage to just stand up, ask her out and then run home back to his dorm crying if she rejected him. Well...maybe not crying. Yeah. He was too cool to cry, pft who was he kidding?! He'd style it out – make himself look like a player and make her jealous on what she was missing out on. Yeah. Determined, he nodded his head to his own thoughts, only to make Marco cringe further, and continue begging the other to stop being such a "stalker."

Abruptly, the teen stood up, banging his chair against the wall with the force of his emotions. Now. Now was the right time. Strolling over as nonchalantly as he could, Jean sauntered over to the counter, leaning against it smoothly.

"Hey cutie."

Innocent eyes flickered up to meet Jean's, and he allowed a lazy grin to edge on the tips of his lips as he noticed the slight pink tinge show on her cheeks.

"H-Hey...tea again?"

"Sure." The taller of the two allowed his smile to turn soft, but with a tint of bedroom-eyes still sparkling away as the other began preparing his beverage. "So hey, I was thinking. Armin, right? Well since I visit here so often and you make one 'hella drink – would you like to hang out after your shift ends? I mean, no pressure, you just seem pretty chill and I think we'd get along." Heart in his mouth, Jean just smiled tightly – hoping that for the sake of his reputation he wouldn't get rejected.

After a long few moments of deliberation, the other nodded softly, hair bouncing slightly.

"Yeah...I finish at 5.30pm. Can you hold on or...?"

"I'll wait!" The boy was quick to reply, instantly beaming with the news. He was definitely going to score with this one! Armin looked pleased as they exchanged money for the drink and soon enough, Jean was zooming back over to Marco – laughing loudly as he clapped the other on the back.

"I did it, man! I fuckin' did it! Woah, Jean Kirchstein is the freakin' B O M B!" Jean continued to congratulate himself loudly before taking a big gulp of his drink – only to then start yelling and flapping his hands by his extended tongue from the burning heat. A few customers in the shop gave disdainful looks towards the boys – in which Marco apologised quietly for their antics as Jean focused on saving his precious organ from any more damage.

Armin couldn't believe it; he had a date, kinda, thing... With Jean! He smiled to himself and as the last few customers left, he took off his apron and hung it up, quickly going into the back of the store and coming back out in an awful Christmas jumper that oddly worked on him. Armin smiled and Jean and sat down in the chair opposite.

"Tongue feeling better?" He laughed softly and bit his lip, watching Jeans face.

"Yeah...it's okay." Jean smiled bashfully, nervously rubbing the fact of his neck in slight embarrassment. "How's your...uh..." he trailed off, realising that Armin was indeed close to perfect.

"Yeah I'm fine" Armin grinned, showing rows of perfect white teeth, his tongue poked between an overbite a little and he tucked his hair behind his ear. Armin felt a little nervous in front of the handsome teenager and pulled his sleeves over his hands.

"So what-" He stumbled before realising Jean was about to say something and thus, held out a hand to let Jean speak.

"A-Ah! Yeah...um." Jean trailed off awkwardly, internally beating himself up for acting like such a loser. "What's your favourite colour?" He nodded to himself slightly: Yes, warm her up to you and then pop out the big question.

Armin laughed gently and smile "I like blue, pastels... They're nice and soft to look at" He smiled and Jean and bit his lip, "What's yours~?"

"Mm, midnight blue. I think it's because it reminds me of the night sky: and how despite everything that goes on in our lives - we're significant in comparison to the universe. The sky goes on and on but we're still just here, never getting any further than the average person but light years away that same colour could be providing the same feeling to someone else..." The boy blinked, the words flowing out of his mouth before he even realised it. "Ah, I mean! Orange. Because...it's bright...and cool...like myself." He grinned crookedly, cheeks burning softly at how he let himself get away with sounding deep and boring.

Armin ran a hand through his hair and smiled; his cheeks pink as he tucked his hair behind his ear again.

"You know Jean, you're not as boring as Eren makes you out to be~" Armin fiddled with his jumper sleeves; he was nervous and had butterflies and his leg was shaking under the table, a nervous impulse he'd had since he was a child. Was he being too forward? He'd seen Jean's face drop at the last sentence and he panicked a little.

"Eren...as in Eren fuckin' Jaeger?" Jean's voice rose a little, the anger not hard to notice. "You know that douchebag?" He growled slightly, learning back as he folded his arms moodily. "That guys always trying to get under my skin, giving me these looks like he knows I suck. It's not even me! It's the freakin' team! Y'know Armin, being goalie really sucks because I can never rely on my team to back me up, they always let the ball through and I'm stuck with Jaeger's smirk as he eyes up my goal posts like they're flimsy metal sticks!" His eyes widened slightly as the realisation hit him. "Wait...you're not...dating Jaeger...are you?"

Armin leant back a little in his chair as Jean got louder - he hated being shouted at and he winced a little as he got louder. He was almost pulling the sleeves apart by now and his leg was moving fast

"Jean...! I've been single since I started at Maria... No-one's ever even taken interest in me Jean. Eren's my best friend, I live with him oh and Mikasa." Armin smiled sweetly and fiddled with his nails - Jean still seemed angry and he was bracing himself for another shouting incident.

Huh...single? This precious angel was single?! Leaping forward, Jean pulled Armin's arms and held onto his hands tightly. "Hey, do you want to date me? I mean you barely know me. " He laughed slightly, "But you're really cute. And uh, the only reason I visit here is to see you because you make my day that little bit brighter." he smiled awkwardly.

"W-What?! Jean I never-" Armin cleared his throat, his cheeks red and the tips of his ears were burning. He took a deep breath and looked into Jeans eyes: "I never knew you were into guys..." A smile broke out on his face. "I've had a crush on you for ages I mean who wouldn't? You're Jean Kirchstein! But you like me? I would have never thought you were gay but wow...! I'd love to..." He blushed at his little speech and looked down, his hair falling in front of his face.

Jean's smiled faltered slightly as he processed those words. Gay. Male. Gay. Armin. Gay. MALE?! His face dropped immediately - the words catching in his throat slightly as he searched for the words to say.
"I-I...you're...gay...you're not...a girl?" He gaped slightly, eyes widened that all this time he'd been fantasizing over a guy? What the fuck was this?!

Armin's eyes widened and he pulled his hands away. He tried to find his voice and when he finally spoke it cracked
"Y-You thought I was a girl...?" His eyes brimmed with tears, his bottom lip wobbling. He was humiliated having poured his heart out to some asshole who thought he was a girl? He was just like everyone else! He knew he should have got his hair cut. He sniffed softly and a tear dripped down his cheek.

'No, No, No, do not cry in front of him Armin come on...'

Despite his brain telling him not to, more and more tears dripped down his cheeks, he couldn't stop them, his shoulders shook and small sobs left his mouth, his big eyes watery and tears caught on his lashes.

Shit. Jean Kirchstein you are so NOT the bomb right now! Jean panicked slightly at the sudden reaction of the boy, and he could feel the guilt begin to kick in. How had he not noticed it before? The slight defined jawline, the rough voice that hinged occasionally after a tiring day, the freakin' male name!
"U-Uh, Armin, please. Don't cry. Uhm...it doesn't matter that you're male!" he chuckled uncomfortably, attempting to stop the depressing mood. "Like I said - I visited you because I thought we'd have stuff in common and look: we do! Our gender!" Seeing Armin begin to cry harder the other realised this wasn't going to work. "Look...Armin. Please. It doesn't matter that you're a boy, honestly! There's a first time for everything. C'mon bro, this can work out - we can still go on a date?"

"You're just saying that...! Y-You don't mean it...!" He hiccupped and hid his face in his sleeves as he made small whimpering noises and wiped his eyes "It's f-fine Jean, I understand... I mean you just want to be friends yeah? T-That'll be fine... It'll be fine..." Armin looked into Jeans eyes and smiled weakly: his eyes puffy and teary. His lip still wobbled and he knew he was bad at lying and he knew Jean was too smart to ignore it.

Jean bit his lip slightly as he watched devastation pull apart the person he began to fall for. And he didn't like it one bit. Without thinking, he leaned forward abruptly, clasping Armin's jaw as he kissed the other. Armin's lips were surprisingly...soft? He hummed quietly before pressing another chaste kiss against unresponsive lips before letting go, lifting his gaze to meet that of a shocked and nervous blonde.
"What do I have to do to show you I'm being serious?"

Armin took a deep breath and blinked a couple of times, his tears stopping; he wiped his face quickly and swallowed.
"Wh... Why did you do that...?" He licked his lips and his cheeks deepened in colour again. "Jean why...?" A small giggle passed his lips and he blushed deeper "Jean you took my first kiss...!" He grinned at Jean and covered his mouth as if protecting himself from another attack.

"Ayy shut it Blondie" Jean looked away bashfully, attempting to cover up the fact that his own cheeks were flushed. He glanced over however to see Armin giggling to himself and he couldn't help but smile at how adorable the other was. "So how about it? You interested? Or should I go mope back to my dorm now?" he smiled teasingly - instinctively reaching out to mess around with the blondes fingers.

Armin smiled and nodded, his hair bouncing with each nod and he squeezed Jeans fingers gently.

"I'd love to..." Armin bit his lip and put on his scarf "Jean, I need to lock up because I was meant to like, a half hour ago and I don't want to get in trouble again..." He pulled on a coat and gloves to stay warm. Grabbing the key from behind the counter he quickly ushered Jean out the shop and locked the door behind him.

Nodding, Jean allowed himself to be pushed out - before turning to the blonde. "I should probably head back myself anyway - Marco's probably telling everyone I died or something." He laughed softly. "So, can I have your cell number or something?"

Armin grinned and pulled his mobile out and unlocked the screen.

"Of course~" He read out his number to Jean and smiled at him sweetly "If you text me then I'll add you as a contact... Okay?" He pushed his hands back into his pockets and stood awkwardly in front of his very handsome, very new boyfriend. He didn't know if he should kiss him goodbye: the thought made him flush and he bit his lip, tucking his nose under his scarf.

"I uh... Guess this is goodbye till t-tomorrow?"

Jean rapidly took down the numbers before pocketing his cell. "Yeah, I'll be there for my tea or something." he stood there awkwardly, also unsure of what to do. What did girls- correction Jean: GUYS like? Hugs? Outstretching his arms he beckoned for Armin to come closer so they could hug. His solid arms wrapped around the delicate form of the other. "So yeah...goodnight, I'll text you when I get back to my dorm"

"Okay~! Night Jean..." Armin smiled and turned to walk to his apartment, he bit his lip and grinned, he was happy, he had a boyfriend! Finally! And nothing could stop him from smiling! He quickly crossed the campus and climbed the stairs, humming happily before pushing open his door "I'm back~"

Armin smiled happily to himself, his life had finally taken a turn and he liked it.

Okay yo. Chapter 2 already hell ye

we had to write this chapter together and it took ages gah

ok so story is on a roll now and shits getting serious.

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