Jean felt his stomach drop, but not in a bad way. More in a "is this really fucking happening right now" way. He felt the urge to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Mikasa, unaware of the effect she had on Jean, pulled him to the top of the stairs and into a dark room. She finally let go of his hand to flick on the lights, moving past him to take a seat on her bed. Jean was left standing in the room, looking around. It was a pretty big room, the familiar scent of cherry blossoms filling the room. There was a big bed near the window with pictures strung up on the wall as well as what looked like Christmas lights. Some posters littered the walls, a desk in the corner of the room beside the bed. There was a little bookshelf as well, tiny plants on top of it.

"Jean, can you close the door? The music's loud." Mikasa's voice broke Jean out of his observing. He nodded then closed the door, looking over to see her patting the spot beside her on the bed. He already knew his cheeks were red, his heart pumping as he moved to sit beside her.

"Why are we here?" Jean asked, proud of his voice not wavering for once. Her brows raised a bit.

"We can go back downstairs if you'd like. I just thought we could come up here and drink where it's quieter." She twisted the cap off the bottle of vodka. "I don't like when it's loud like that."

"O-Oh, it's fine, we can stay up here! I was just asking because Marco might be wondering where I was-"

"Didn't he ditch you for Mina?" A small teasing smile tugged at the corners of Mikasa's lips as she took a drink from the bottle before passing it to him.

"Oh, right." He managed to let out a breathy chuckle, taking a drink from the bottle as well. A tiny, tinkling laugh comes from the girl and it makes Jean titter like a fool. All he wanted to do from now on was make her laugh just to hear that beautiful sound again. The two drank in comfortable silence for a while, passing the bottle back and forth before Mikasa broke the silence.

"So what's your mom like?" She asked curiously, shifting to lean against the wall that the bed was against. Jean couldn't help but smile. He was the biggest mama's boy and he wasn't embarrassed about it at all.

"Ah, she's great! She's so sweet and funny, she's such a hard worker and never gives up. She's such a great mom. I told you it was just me and her, right? She always busted her ass to make me happy and make sure I had everything I needed. She gave me the best childhood I could ever ask for. She's also the greatest cook in, like, the world. And she's so pretty. Absolutely gorgeous " He paused his rambling to reach in his pocket, grabbing out his phone to show a picture of him and his mother. He handed Mikasa the phone, a picture of a chubby toddler hugging his mother tightly, bright smiles on both of their faces. He was right when he said she was gorgeous, Mikasa noticed. His mother had long ash brown hair like his and golden eyes. Her eyes crinkled up at the sides as she smiled greatly and there was a youthful glow on her face.

"She really is beautiful." She said softly, a small smile on her lips as she handed the phone back. Jean beamed happily as he scrolled through his phone for another picture. Mikasa moved closer to Jean as she watched him scroll through pictures of him and his mother, smiling as he explained each picture when he showed her them. He handed her the phone to show her a more recent picture. His mother and him were standing in front of a cake that read 'Happy birthday Jeanbo!' There were bright smiles present on their faces again, Jean's arm around his mother in a tight embrace.

"Jeanbo?" Mikasa questioned curiously as she looked up at him, watching as his cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

"T-That's just what my mom calls me.. She's called me it since I was born. I dunno why but she always has." He murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.

"My parents called me Miki." She smiles fondly. "I used to hate it so much. I was so embarrassed."

"Miki? That's cuter than Jeanbo.." Jean chuckled lightly, glancing at her. Her head was bowed slightly but she was smiling. "..What were your parents like?" He immediately scolded himself after the words left his mouth.

Think before you speak, dumbass! He scolded angrily. He couldn't fuck this up again. Especially after he found out what really happened to her parents.

"They were perfect." She started, her hands wrapped around the bottle of vodka. "Papa was so funny and outgoing and.. I don't know. He was such a fun person, always joking and making me smile and laugh. And Mama was the sweetest person I've ever known. She was always so brave and strong too. She always put me and Papa before herself. They were the greatest parents a kid could ask for. Papa taught me to hunt and Mama taught me to cook. And they were so in love. When I was little I thought it was gross how much they kissed and told each other they loved each other, so they would do it more to tease me. But they really were so perfect together. I was so happy because of them." She got up once she finished speaking, going to her desk and taking out a box. She took a seat beside Jean again, opening the box and taking out pictures. Jean noticed this was the first time she had ever actually opened up to him and this was the most she's ever talked to him. Of course, he didn't mind.