Whatever Mikasa was eating had spoilt the moment for Jean completely. He was walking down the corridor helping Connie carry some stuff when he'd seen Mikasa, and thus promptly ditched Connie.

She was looking very vulnerable, a perfect time to strike for any man.

But Jean couldn't avert his eyes from the juice dribbling down her chin and it had bothered him enough to point it out, something he really shouldn't have done as Mikasa's sorrowful frown only deepened.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He was really curious. Normally Mikasa was anything but sad, actually, she was only sad when it came to one person in particular, Eren. It definitely had something to do with him, Jean concluded.

"They're gay."

Jean paused. "Pardon?"

"They're...gay."

Jean's ears were failing. "I'm sorry Mikasa I didn't hear you."

"EREN is gay for LEVI who is gay for him BACK and they're so lovey dovey, blah, blah, I hope Levi dies."

Jean stood up. He'd caught a bit of Mikasa's breath in the middle of her sentence. The smell was there, faint, but definitely the unmistakable smell of alcohol.

"Were you drinking?" Jean asked, looking around. Around them on the tables and counters were nothing but cleaning products. Then he spotted it. A plate of strawberries dripping with juice.

"Oh no." Jean turned to Mikasa. She'd buried her head in between her knees. "Those berries had alcohol added to them? Did you do that?"

Mikasa stood up suddenly and inclined her head, which could have meant either a yes or a no.

"You know you are quite handsome," she told him. Jean was stunned. He wasn't sure what to do. She'd just claimed that Eren and Levi were in love with each other then soon after that he was handsome. So either she was under the influence of alcohol and was spurting nonsense, or she was telling the truth.

On one hand Jean hoped she was spurting nonsense because he hoped for the love of all humanity that Eren and Levi were not gay for each other, and on the other hand he hoped that she was telling the truth and that she thought he was handsome.

Oh the dilemma.

Then Jean felt a heavy weight on him. His eyes widened considerably as Mikasa's lips pressed onto his own. She was kissing him. Mikasa. Kissing. Him. Oh how he dreamed for this moment. Jean was going to wrap his arms around her neck and pull her closer when Mikasa turned into a dead weight and fell to the ground, face first, unconscious.