a/n: based off a true story, aka what happened to me in middle school. ha. ew.

enjoy!


storage room adventures

rated: t

summary: in which mikasa wants an answer to a very important question, but of course, jean is a little wimp.


If Jean was expecting anything at all, he definitely wasn't expecting this to happen.

Football practice had just ended, the team finally breaking after a long and gruesome practice. He's sweating buckets, the sun blaring down on him and the humidity so high he feels like passing out. He is completely drained, all energy within him depleted, and all he wants is a nice, long nap.

He jogs behind the bleachers to grab his belongings, ready to just fucking leave, when suddenly somebody grabs his shirt from behind and tugs him backwards.

Jean reaches up to grab the collar of his sweaty t-shirt, trying to break away from the grasp of whoever was holding him. "What in the fu-"

"Stop." His movements immediately halt at the sound of the voice behind him. Jean recognizes who it is, quickly letting go and turning to look around, shirt still bunched up by the person holding onto him.

His eyes land on jet-black hair and iron eyes, followed by that loosely worn crimson scarf.

What the hell?

"Mikasa-" Jean begins, startled by her sudden actions.

"Don't, Jean," She interjects, holding up the hand that wasn't clutching his shirt tightly. "Just… Just come with me."

Jean gulps and doesn't argue, nodding his head in acceptance. The girl sighs, looking around to take in her surroundings, before tugging him backwards again and practically dragging him to an unknown location.

He quickly tries to think up an explanation to why Mikasa was doing this in the first place, but is met with nothing in mind. He doesn't know why this is happening…

…Or maybe he does.

He knows he looks like a loser, being dragged by the girl of his dreams to who-the-hell-knows-where, but he has a feeling he knows where this is going anyway.

Mikasa has been acting rather strange lately…

They stop abruptly, Mikasa letting go of his shirt and finally giving Jean a chance to catch his breath. He turns and sees that they're at a door in the fieldhouse right next to the football field.

Jean raises a brow, about to ask what she was doing, when suddenly, she opens the door and shoves him inside.

He almost loses his balance and falls, but catches himself before he can, his mind practically whirling. He takes a look around and figures out that they're in one of the storage rooms for the athletic equipment.

What the hell is going on?

Before he can speculate or even think, Mikasa once again surprises him, nudging him to sit down on one of the step-over dummies used for football. Jean complies, taking a seat on the makeshift chair and looking up at her. She stands in front of him awkwardly with her hands linked together, looking down at him with fiery eyes.

Jean was unfazed by her stare, too exhausted to be afraid of her (even though he never is).

"Mikasa," He runs his hands through his hair tiredly. "What are we doing here?"

He watches her try to think up a logical answer, shifting in her standing position awkwardly and looking around the empty room, save for all the football equipment that was packed inside. She keeps her eyes off him, looking a little bit nervous, and this surprises Jean.

Is this what I think it's about?…

Jean waits patiently for her to get herself together, unknowingly fidgeting with his fingers and wiping the sweat off his face that was definitely not accumulating from the just-ended practice.

Mikasa looks at him then. "Um, I've gotta ask you something."

His breath hitches. Oh. Fuck.

"Uh-um-" Jean stutters. "Uh-okay."

His thoughts were right. He knew exactly what was going on.

"Who do you like?" Mikasa blurts out, straight-forward and for the most part confident, save for the little shake in her voice that was barely heard.

Ah. There it is.

Jean takes a deep breath, her words sinking in and letting the silence envelop around them. He looks away from her focused gaze, gulping.

It was known fact that Jean has always had a crush on Mikasa, ever since the 7th grade when she first walked into his homeroom. Everybody knew about it, and he was surprised that she had never found out, nor even got the clues that were hinted at his infatuation. She was completely oblivious, and still is, because it's junior year and she still had no idea.

But apparently, a few days ago, Sasha had casually brought up the subject of him to Mikasa, and his "little" crush finally came to light. Knowing Mikasa, she had brushed it off—but there was that discernible flush on her face that was always visible whenever she was surprised or embarrassed.

Nonetheless, when Jean found out about it, he didn't know how to react. Or what to do about it.

They haven't talked about it at all, not until now.

Of all the things he could have expected from Mikasa, he most certainly didn't expect this.

Being cornered in a storage room can be crossed off my nonexistent bucket list now.

"Jean?" She asks, bringing him back to reality. "Who do you like?" She reiterates.

If he wasn't so tired from practice, his cheeks would be scorching red by now. "Um-uh-well, I-"

"Just please answer the question, Jean," Mikasa says, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "I just want to know."

"Well, ah, you see-" Jean stands up to get a better look at her, unconsciously bringing them closer together. "I'm pretty sure you already know-"

"Just say it." She takes a step forward.

He knew that she had her answer already, it was completely obvious. And yet she was still prodding him like this.

"Mikasa-" He slowly makes a move to grab her hand that was lingering beside his.

Since when did they get so close?

Okay, Jean, now's your chance. Now's the time to tell her. Go for it.

"Who do you like, Jean?" She repeats one more time.

He takes a deep breath, slipping his hand over hers.

"It's-"

He's interrupted by the door next to them slamming open, the bright afternoon sun blinding them. Jean jumps at least ten feet away from Mikasa, the intrusion scaring him.

A tall, bald man barges in, his hands balled into fists with an angry look on his face.

"KIRSCHTEIN, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" Coach Shadis yells with a sharp tone, before noticing Mikasa beside him.

"AND WHY ARE YOU WITH A GIRL?"

Jean groans, rubbing his face with his hands in annoyance.

Goddamnit…