(Canon)
Message 1.
"Fuck you, Jaeger."
Written in monotonous letters, those three words were on a paper he had found stuck in an empty page inside his journal. The cadet smiled to himself and wondered if he had wrote it and somehow forgot to give it to that stupid brunette.
Jean leaned on his arm and started writing on the empty space near the paper.
"That Jaeger will never learn. I just fucking hate him. Sometimes, when I imagine his face, I try not to hurl at the shittiness."
He began to smirk, amused at his self-communication. There was no one he could agree with more than himself.
