This was just a random idea that came. I promise to do one of those requests after this!

As always, I don't own SNK or any of its characters.

Jean sighed as he leaned his cheek against his hand. The only sound in the room was the scribbling of his pencil on the big sketchbook paper. He was bored, to say the least. His job requests lately had been very dull. He had just finished sketching an animated character and was now busy with someone's pet hedgehog.

I think I'll head out to the park when I'm done with this. Jean mused. I'll go people watching. Maybe I can find someone interesting to sketch.

His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

Huh. New job?

He put down his pencil and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey. Is this that sketch artist's number or am I wrong?"

"Yeah I'm Jean kirschtein."

"Ok then! I have a request. I'm not sure how this works." Jean rubbed his face tiredly but spoke patiently.

"Through email you send me the picture you want a sketch of. I also need the deadline, your name, phone number, and obviously your email."

"I know. I'm not that thick…" Just by the voice Jean could already tell he disliked this guy. "My name is Eren Jaeger. I need a sketch for the third of November. Can you manage that?" Jean's face twitched at 'Eren's' annoying tone. He forced himself to sound pleasant.

"Yes. That is more than enough time."

"Yeah well I wanted to make sure that if whoever was doing this ended up procrastinating or doing a half assed job there would be time to fix it." Jean outright scowled. It seemed like Eren didn't like him either.

"There aren't half assed jobs just half assed requests." Jean said before he could stop himself.

"You speak like that to a customer?! Do you want the job or not?!"

"Do you want the sketch or not?!" He expected Eren to yell something back but there was a very sudden pause.

"… I do." He sighed. "I'll send you the picture in a moment. I think it's best that we do the rest of our communication through there as well."

With that, the line went dead. Jean stared at the phone in his hand.

What's up with that guy?

He almost slammed the phone down. Now he was definitely not in the mood to finish the hedgehog. He opened his laptop and decided to check his email and see if his newest request had been sent already. It was, in fact. He clicked on the email, which had a picture attached to it and the simple message: Don't mess this up. It is very important!

Jean swore.

"Mess it up? I just might on purpose…" He leaned his cheek against his hand again; not feeling in the mood to do a job for an asshole.

That was when he opened the picture.

Thoughts of Eren went away immediately. Jean's entire framed straightened. His eyes widened as he looked at the image, absorbing every detail.

It was the picture of a boy around his age. He was sitting at the base of a tree while reading a book. It was simple and yet it took the brunette's breath away.

It was the boy. Everything about him caught Jean's attention. The way his fingers curled lightly over the book's cover. The way a strand of blonde hair covered his face. The way his bright blue eyes watched the pages with serenity yet interest. The light smile on the boy's face could be defied as nothing but blissful.

It was the most beautiful thing Jean had ever seen.

He stared at the picture for a long time. He focused on the boy's features and body language. He had never wanted to sketch someone so badly in his entire life.

He quickly used the wireless printer and got the picture. Ignoring the hedgehog, Jean opened to a new page and sharpened his pencil. The moment the pencil touched the paper it was like magic. His hand movements flowed and eagerly traced the image of the blonde boy. For a few hours, Jean was sitting at his desk looking back from the picture to his sketch. He didn't feel it. Time could have stopped and Jean would not have noticed. He felt like he never wanted to take his eyes off that boy.

When he was done, Jean could proudly state that it was the best sketch he had ever done. Of course he would insist it was because the origin of the sketch was perfection but it was more than that. It was like Jean's pencil had somehow focused on all of his favorite parts of the picture and had magnified their beauty. In the thrill of the moment he had made the scenery more elaborate adding flowers and leafs flowing in the air and yet the boy was still the highlight of the image. There was such a peacefulness in the finished sketch that Jean for a moment considered not giving it to Eren. That was when he snapped out of his perfect-blonde-boy infused trance.

Why did Eren ask for a sketch of this boy? Is that… Eren? No. The aura he gave off simply does not fit this person. Then who is he to him?

Jean decided to not think of that. He looked at the picture and the sketch next to each other. He didn't know which he liked more. They all had their own unique qualities to it. Perhaps a random person would appreciate the sketch more, but Jean felt like he liked the picture more because it was an actual true copy of this boy.

A random person? You are a random person!

The brunette looked at the sketch. The thought of going back to his other requests seemed ridiculous. He never wanted to sketch something or someone that wasn't that blonde boy.

Ok, Dangerous thought!

Jean didn't think much of this sudden infatuation. As an artist he had an appreciation for beautiful things (including people) so he wasn't confused or weirded out, but it getting in the way of his work was a different matter entirely.

Jean sighed and took out an envelope were he set all of his finished works. Giving the sketch one last long glance he put it away.

He looked at the clock and saw that it was late already.

I should close the store and head out for dinner.

He turned off all the lights, took his casual sketchbook (meaning the one he "doodled" on, not the one he used for work), and began to walk out the door. He found himself stopping, sighing in defeat, and going back to his desk to take the picture of the blonde and putting it inside his sketchbook.

There was a local sea food restaurant nearby. Jean took a seat at a table mindlessly ordered whatever the cheff recommended. He tried to fight it, but he ended up taking out the picture of the blonde. He set it on the table and looked at it for a long time.

If only I could see those bright blue eyes for myself…

Jean blushed. That was not "artistic apretiation"! What was he thinking? He tried to distract himself by looking around the restaurant. The wall were painted with different gradiants of blue and decorated with ocean themed objects.

A sudden image appeared in Jean's mind and the brunette knew there was no use in fighting it.

"I'm done for." He muttured while opening his sketchbook. He hesitated, his pencil hovering over the page.

If I do this there is no going back. It wont be just one: you know that!

But the image in his mind was too insistent and beautiful.

"Fuck it."

He began to draw. Even with no reference image, Jean was able to easily create a beautiful oceanic background. The restaurant was known for taking its dear time so Jean was able to get quite advanced by the time the food got there. The blonde's basic silhouette was there. His back was to the "camera" but his chest was slightly twisted as if he was about to turn towards you. His face wasn't done yet but his hair was being blown back and the "camera" would be able to catch sight of his bright eyes.

"Wow! That's amazing! Are you an artist?" The waitress said as she looked over Jean's shoulder. The brunette gave a startled jump, snapping out of his trance. How long had the woman been standing there with his food? How had he not noticed he was being watched? He sighed and looked at his work.

"Yeah. I am." He took the blonde's picture and looked at it. The waitress made a sound of endearment.

"He's so cute. Is that your model?" For no reason, Jean blushed.

"You could say that."

He set the picture inside the sketchpad and closed it.

A week had passed since he had gotten the picture of the blonde from Eren. Since that day he had already made 8 sketches: The blonde standing at the ocean shore looking back at the "camera". The blonde curled up on a couch with a cup of coffee held in his delicate hands with light smile. The blonde asleep over a desk, his hair slightly messed up. The blonde looking up at a sky full of fireworks (you'd think those would be the main focus of the sketch and yet all those explosions did was light up his face). Every little thing inspired Jean. The more sketches he made the more enamored he was with this person.

It got to the point where he desperately wanted another picture for reference. He had studied the blonde so much that he was pretty much able to sketch him in every form but his heart yearned to see more than an instant of this boy's life. He also wanted to know this person's name.

So he decided to take a risk. He called Eren.

"Hello?"

"Hey, um, it's Jean. You know, the artist."

"Oh. You. Why are you calling? Couldn't do the drawing?"

Hold your temper! This is important! Come on, like you rehearsed.

"That's not it. I just wanted to let you know that you, um, turned out to be my 50th client this month so you get a free sketch. So, you can send me another picture of…" He left that hanging there, hoping Eren would fill it in.

"Armin! Yes! That's great!" Jean had the silliest smile on his face.

Armin. The faces in his sketches finally had a name.

"I'll send them right away! Don't disappoint! They are for a birthday present." Eren exclaimed. Jean's eyes widened. He was recieveing more information than he had even hoped for.

"Huh, re-really? So, November the third… that's this, um" He pretended not to remember the name. "…Armin's birthday?"

"Yes! So get to work!" The line went dead but Jean didn't even feel annoyed.

Armin! Armin! Armin!

He could chant that name from the highest rooftop. He eagerly opened his laptop and impatiently waited for a new email. Soon there it was. He opened it and ignored another threat from Eren as he clicked on the attachment.

The picture opened. Jean felt like his chest was going to burst. The picture was even more simple than the one before and yet it was more than Jean could ever ask for. The blonde… Armin… was laughing. It was such a pure and honest expression and it tugged dangerously at Jean's heartstrings.

That was when he became sure.

That's it. I've fallen and I've fallen bad.

Finally the day had come. November the third. Eren had sent him an email that they would be dropping by the shop at some point in the afternoon to pick up the sketches.

That's right: they.

The thought of seeing his "muse" in the flesh turned Jean into a nervous reck. Armin was just too… perfect. Suddenly he felt like the room was too messy or the store was not in the prettiest part of town. In the store there were some of his proudest sketches hanging on the walls but now he thought they all seemed mediocre. The only ones he felt were worth hanging up were the ones of the blonde but a part of him also wanted to keep those images just to himself.

He tried to plan what he would do when the blonde came in. If he panicked and let the chance pass he might never see Armin again.

So Jean stared at the door for a long time, waiting for it to be opened by the blonde that haunted his mind. Then he heard a voice. His entire body became rigid.

"Slow down! Hehe. What is this place?" Jean knew that was Armin's voice. The tone just fit his face perfectly.

"You'll see. Wait here!' A brunette with green eyes walked into the store. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the taller boy.

"Jean? You have a horse face." That comment was actually able to snap him out of his awe-struck trance from hearing Armin's voice.

"Who are you calling horse face!?"

"Yep. You're Jean. Where're the drawings?" Eren neared the desk. Jean muttered something under his breath as he passed him the envelope.

"Why is… um… Armin…outside?"

"I had to make sure the drawing weren't shit." Jean scowled but got his revenge when Eren laid eyes on the sketches. He looked genuinely shocked.

"These are… amazing." Eren stated wide-eyed, then he snapped out of it. "For a horse face." Jean rolled his eyes and decided not to grace that comment with an answer. Eren went back outside.

"It's time! Come in."

"I'm going! You don't have to pull me!" His tone was light and humorous. It sounded like music to Jean's ears. The moment Eren dragged the blonde in, Jean froze.

There he was. The boy Jean had only ever seen 2 instances of was now living, breathing, moving, before him. It was overwhelming.

I wish I could sketch him right now.

Jean watched those curious and intelligent blue eyes sweep over the store making him feel self conscious. They neared the desk and Jean felt his heart beat like mad.

Armin's eyes landed on his and the brunette felt like he could faint.

"Good evening." The boy said pleasantly. "Did you make all of these? You are quite talented."

Jean couldn't speak. His mouth had gone dry and he thought he was dreaming.

He spoke to me! He said I was talented!

Thankfully Eren forced himself in.

"I guess you know what we're here for, huh?" The blonde gave a teasing grin that made Jean's heart flutter.

"Hmm… a sketch?" He wondered sarcastically. Eren laughed.

"This is your first present. I'm taking you somewhere else after this."

He's going to go away soon! You need to do something!

Eren took the envelope that was on the desk and gave it to Armin.

"Here you go!" The blonde took the envelope carefully (I want to sketch that!) and smiled at Eren before opening it.

Jean had never cared about someone's judgment so much in his entire life. What would he think? Would he like them? Would he be creped out?

He would have happily given up 10 years of his life to have been able to take a picture of Armin when he saw the sketches. His eyes widened with awe and wonder. He took out the drawings as if they were the most delicate thing on earth. He stared at them, unblinking, for a very long time. Finally he looked up, surprisingly, at Jean.

"Did you do these?" His voice was barely more than a whisper and it made a chill go down the taller boy's spine. Miraculously, he found his voice.

"Y-yeah." The brightest smile he had ever seen suddenly appeared on the blonde's face.

"They're… beautiful. I don't know what to say."

That makes two of us. They were both staring into each other's eyes as if there was a force that wouldn't let them look away.

"What's your name?" Armin asked.

"J-Jean." The brunette stuttered. The blonde's face softened.

"Jean." The name sounded sweet in Armin's voice and the brunette willed himself to record the sound in his memory forever. The blonde unconsciously pressed the drawings close to his chest. "Thank you."

Their dreamlike state was interrupted by a scowling Eren.

"Hey I'm the one who ordered them!" Armin laughed and Jean decided Eren couldn't be such a bad person if he was the cause of that sound.

"Sorry. Thank you too, Eren." The brunette suddenly took the blonde's arm.

"Glad you liked it! Let's get going then." He began to pull Armin away. Jean panicked.

"W-wait!" Armin forced Eren to stop and turned back.

"Yes, Jean?" Jean found himself forgetting what he was going to say when he made contact with those bright blue orbs again. He stuttered.

"A-a well I- heard it's your b-birthday so… here!" He took a post-it and quickly scribbled his name, phone number, and email. He stretched his arm, looking away with a slight blush. "It's my information… from now on you can have all the free sketches you want." He gulped nervously. "Happy birthday…"

He felt selfish. This was more for him to, if he couldn't get to know the blonde, at least he would still be able to look at him. He looked back up just to see Armin staring at him with a shocked expression.

"F-free sketches? Forever? That's too much!" Jean found himself laughing.

"Yep. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity." Armin pulled away from Eren and walked to Jean's desk. His eyes were still wide as he took the post-it. When their skin made contact Jean almost shivered. The blonde looked back at Jean.

"Are you sure?" The blonde asked again. Jean looked at the boy before him and smiled fondly.

"Positive." Armin relaxed and let himself smile.

"Alright. I will definitely contact you soon." With that, Eren came forward and pulled the blonde out of the store. Armin waved goodbye before he disappeared through the door.

Jean let go of a giant breath he didn't know he was holding. It was a mixture of relief and simple bliss.

I will definitely contact you soon.

It didn't promise a future, but it granted one thing: hope.

Jean smiled as he took out his notebook. He had a lot to sketch.

There you go! I might make a sequel but probably not.