This is an oldie thing I found in my notes of my phone from last year or so. So I thought to myself, "why not update it since I have pretty much neglected all of my SnK fanfics but still sorta ship them in the back of my mind?"

Well, here it is. Based on that part when Jean needed to dress up as Eren or something like that. Man, I really don't recall many things of this fandom, also I my writing has changed a bit, so hopefully this is good enough.

no homo though

I hope you get it once you start reading it

v. disguise

"Eren, we need to talk."

Perhaps it wasn't the wisest idea to dress up like Eren that day, nor have Eren dress up like him; switching roles for a day wasn't the wisest idea at all. And the proof as to why it was such a bad idea stood right before him, Mikasa Ackerman, shining with all her badass Asian glory. He was doomed and that was for sure.

They had perfected their disguises, having to dress up as each other and interact to learn every bit of their personalities way too many times in the past, so it was no wonder that she didn't see any major features that screamed I'm not Eren. Many considered them to be friends by now, but still he shuddered and the other made a funny face whenever they hinted that they were more than friendly rivals. Eren would always make gagging noises when someone tried to imply anything about their love-hate (not really) relationship; Jean himself would grimace and say a snaky remark, and proceed to slap the back of Eren's head just to emphasize the fact that there still was some sort of animosity between them.

However, they did acknowledge the fact that maybe the other half of the duo wasn't so bad, but, of course, they'd never admit out loud.

Still, Jean discreetly swallowed and nodded his head, urging her to speak whatever it was that was on her mind.

Mikasa took a deep breath in and he waited, both patiently and anxiously. "We gotta sort a few things out." She said rather slowly with hand motions that moved with the same speed and hesitation. He nodded again. "You know about the rumors, right?" When he remained silent she shifted her weight and glanced to the side, as if wishing someone could say it for her. "About us." She explained bluntly and his lips parted in realization.

Of course he knew about the rumors. He, Jean Kirstein, knew all of the rumors that had, in a way or another, Mikasa involved. Yes, he was quite the stalker. He also lost count of how many times people came up to him when he was wearing his disguise and asked "Eren" if they were together. How dare they!?

In all of the times they agreed to switch places (just to fuck the other's reputation up a bit) this was the first time that Mikasa willingly went after him, or Eren, whatever. And to do what? To talk about the dreaded rumors! In that moment Jean wanted to throw himself on his knees and ask some greater force to give him strength to handle the situation well; maybe getting angry and storming off would spare him of what was to come.

"What about them?" He asked after clearing his throat and filled up the awkward silence with something else that wasn't their breathing.

Mikasa seemed deeply distressed; well, so was he! "I'm going straight to the point." She said firmly, Jean braced himself. "We need to do something about them. I mean, it's not like we're dating or something. We agreed that we'll be only friends."

Relief washed over him, from the very tip of the hairs of his head to his toes. Oh good gracious, they weren't anything but friends (although the "we agreed that we'll be only friends" hinted to something that he would rather not think about). Jean visibly dropped his shoulders, barely containing the sigh that was about to leave his lips.

After rubbing the nape of his neck, he straightened his back and nodded his head. "Yeah, I agree. Maybe I could find myself a girl or... You could find someone for yourself?"

"I was going to talk to him after we came to an agreement actually." His insides went cold, but he kept a straight face, nodding again to encourage her. "Is it okay?"

"Absolutely." 'Not!' His mind screamed, and he smiled tightly at her.

The smile she gave him was small, however bright and beautiful. "Thank you, Eren. I knew you'd understand." Reaching out and squeezing his hand (her skin was so warm!) Mikasa took a step back and half turned away. "Do you happen to know where Jean is?"

His heart immediately thumped strongly, blood rushed to his ears and all he could hear for a moment was a buzz. "Um", he averted his gaze, fighting back a wide grin and blush, "I think he's in the stables." Ah yes, what a nice day to switch roles; he got to clean the gardens while Eren had to clean the stables.

Jean turned his back to her retreating form once she was far enough, hands firmly propped on his hips and and chuckles bubbling up in his throat. "Yes, Mikasa, go talk to me- wait a second, shit!" He whirled around quickly and nearly choked on his spit. "Eren is me!"

Quickly, Jean dropped his gardening tools and set off towards the stables.

Eren scrunched up his nose and shoveled away another pound of the smelly, decomposing matter, asking himself for the thousandth time why they had to try to prank their friends on that day. He'd rather be tending to the flowers; as much of a boring task that was, it still smelled far better.

He carved the shovel in the dirt, wiping his forehead on his arm and heading out to clear his nostrils of the awful smell, and to get some water as well, he felt drained of liquids. He washed his hands, scrubbing them vigorously to get rid of all the the dirtiness he could, then cleaned his face and cupped his palms to drink from the clean water.

Footsteps caught his attention and Eren lifted his head to look at its source, half surprised to see Mikasa approaching, even more surprised to see the slight tense apprehension that made itself known on her forehead. "Jean," she greeted in that trademark way of hers, kinda cool and detached; Eren merely nodded his head. "Can we talk?"

Deep down, he knew he shouldn't talk at the moment; he had things to do and he wasn't really Jean. But above it all, Eren was curious so he nodded his head again and wiped his hands on his pants.

Grateful for that, a corner of her lip tilted up just slightly. "Well... I don't know how to tell you this." Mikasa looked away, a hand clasped around her chin and fingers covering her lips; Eren didn't know what to think of that. Finally she turned back, the right words carefully picked and swirling around her head, but when she made to open her mouth Eren was tackled to the ground, hard, and by now he knew exactly who it was.

"God damnit!" He cursed loudly, rolling on the hard, dusty earth with Jean trying to cover his mouth at any cost. They were a mess of limbs with curses leaving their mouths every few seconds and dust rising high in the air.

Mikasa stood frozen for a second, then did the most plausible thing she could think of. Standing on her left leg, she pulled her right foot back and swung it forth, kicking the closest writhing body with an incredible strength, sending the person rolling a few feet away.

Eren opened his eyes and stared at Mikasa's foot that hovered just an inch above his face; turning his head to look to the left, he saw Jean lying on his side with an imprint of a sole on his waist. Mikasa stepped over his body, making her way to the other guy to check on him and leaving Eren lying unharmed on the floor with two wigs stuffed inside his shirt. He quickly brushed his hair back, stood on his legs and silently left the scene while patting dust off of his limbs.

Jean was clutching the tender spot and moaning in pain when she approached his writhing form and crouched down low. He pressed his face to the ground to hide the expressions from her, and held his breath in hopes it would stop the pulsing feeling on his waist.

"I'm sorry," her hand fell on his shoulder and he nearly jerked away at the touch. It felt... Comforting. "I can't quite measure my strength."

"It's fine," he mumbled incoherently , waving a hand in a dismissive manner as best as he could given his position.

"Maybe I should take you to Hanji-"

"No!" Jean said quickly, and swallowed afterwards when her hand no longer touched him. "Don't worry, really. I'll be fine."

Mikasa regarded him in silence, watching as his back raised and fell with his breathing, and started prodding him with her fingers to coax him into turning around. Jean rolled on his back and stared up at the sky, not finding the strength to meet her dark gaze until she moved her head within his line of vision and forced him to focus on her.

They were quiet for a moment, he with his blushing dirty face, and her with her clean unreadable one. How was he supposed to feel about that? How was his heart supposed to behave when she offered him her hands to help him sit up?

How was he supposed to remain still and keep his breathing in control when she took a handkerchief from her pockets and started cleaning his face?

"You two don't change, do you?" She mused mostly to herself, a faint smile on her lips.

"I guess we don't." His voice grew quieter as he neared the end of his sentence, not knowing if he should comment on it or not, and his face turned an incredible shade of red when her eyes focused on him again. "What?"

"Too bad it didn't work."

"What didn't work?"

"Your disguise."

"What?" How did she know? They had mastered it and fooled her many times before. "How did you find out?"

"I know the number of hairs Eren has in both his eyebrows."

What the- "Are you serious right now?"

Her smile was mischievous. "No. But Eren is never quiet like that when I come and say we should talk."

"Oh." Oh indeed. So she found out in the first minute and decided to play along and mess with them instead. Mikasa was close to laughing when he focused on the matter at hands once more. "Wait a minute. So you kicked me on purpose?"

She shook her head, her dark hair fanning prettily with the movement. "No, that was an accident.

Jean was left to stare at her until he grew tired of it - not that he would - because she said nothing else. "So... What did you want to tell me?"

Mikasa gave a half hearted shrug, eyes gazing heavenwards. "I guess you already know."

"Do I?" He teased, smirking slyly at her when her glance met with his.

"You do," she said simply and leaned in to gently peck his clean lips.