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Jealous Guy

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Set before the Trost Invasion

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Jean tugged at his torn shirt, glaring daggers at the boy before him. Eren glared back just as fiercely, arms crossed over his chest as he refused to take responsibility on the matter at hand. Thanks to a lot of people who didn't take their last sparring session seriously, Shadis decided to pick the pairs himself and, to their luck, Jean and Eren were paired together.

They got to train with real knives this time and apparently Eren got a bit too excited and decided it would be fun to try a new move he invented, tearing Jean's shirt in the process. Mikasa and Marco, who were both paired up together and training nearby, approached the duo before they could engage in a real fight and dragged them indoors to fix the mess.

"I'm not doing it!" Eren proclaimed irritably, turning away from Jean to glare Mikasa's way.

She raised her hand and replied before Jean could even part his lips, "I know how to sew; I'll do it." Eren's brow softened at her words before he scowled again and shifted his dark gaze towards the other man.

Marco entered the room, needle and some thread in hand, and placed them on the only table in the room, moving to stand a little away from them. Mikasa shooed Eren to join Marco and motioned for Jean to give her the shirt, hand stretched towards him and palms turned upwards, waiting.

With a quiet sigh, he took of his leather jacket, letting it drop to the hardwood floor, and gripped the hem of his torn shirt, raising it over his head. Mikasa bit the inside of her cheeks, eyes flashing dangerously at the sight of his toned stomach. His shirt was dropped on her awaiting palm, the touch sending a tingling sensation up her arms all the way to her chest, and she sucked in a sharp breath. She lowered her hand and quickly moved away from him to sit on a chair, leaving Jean to stand awkwardly with a hot blush on his face.

Eren shifted his eyes back and forth between them, glaring harder and harder whenever he caught Jean glancing sideways at the only girl in the room. Marco brought his fist up to his face, hid his amused smile behind it and it only made his best friend flush harder.

"Come, Eren, we can train while they're here." Marco offered, patting his shoulder lightly and pulling him towards the door. Eren's reaction was immediate. He jerked away from his touch, pointing an accusing finger at Jean. "He won't bite her."

"I can't trust him on that!"

Marco grabbed him by the sleeve of his shirt and tugged on it, slowly convincing Eren to follow him. "Come on, Mikasa's almost done." Eren huffed, shot another dark and menacing glare Jean's way and turned to leave, power walking to the door and leaving poor Marco behind.

When they were alone, even their breaths sounded deafening to them. No one said a thing as Mikasa stitched his shirt and Jean shifted awkwardly on the other side of the room. He licked his lips, parting them after every lick to try to engage into a small talk, but he always decided to keep quiet. She had her back turned to him, shoulders tense as only her right hand moved, pulling the needle and tugging on the shirt to get it fixed.

Jean sighed to himself; he was alone with the girl of his dreams and he was too much of a coward to even talk to her.

"It's fixed," she stated, rising from her seat. Mikasa was standing before him in an instant, holding the shirt before her face so he could look at her work. "I'd suggest you to ask for another one, though."

She was quick to give him the shirt and turn back towards the table to gather the sewing material, and Jean didn't miss how her hands trembled when she picked up the needle. "Hey," he spoke up after slipping on his shirt, "are you feeling fine?"

Mikasa tensed, knuckles turning white as she gripped the back of the chair for dear life. Her nod was curt and almost inconspicuous, "I'm fine, don't worry." Jean frowned at her strained voice but said nothing.

Eventually, she let go of the chair and whirled around, only to freeze again at the sight of his hand slowly smoothing the stitches. Another flash in her eyes, another shallow breath she took in and Mikasa left the room as quickly as possible, hands buried deep in the pockets of her pants. Jean followed her outside, watching from the door as Eren fussed about, checking every inch of uncovered skin he could see. At the sight of his rival, he started yelling profanities and grabbed the girl by the hand, dragging her away as he claimed he had things that needed to be stitched too.

Jean smirked and leaned on the doorway, arms crossed over his chest; well, seems like Eren is the jealous type of guy.