Waiting for a train and noticing things about each other
The night wind gently blew Mikasa's hair, her eyes staring into the distance as she occasionally checked her phone absentmindedly. She wasn't in the mood to listen to music and she didn't want to be rude and ignore Jean. If she had been alone she would have been scrolling through her playlists or listening to a podcast. But she always wanted to be aware of her loved ones, always listening in case something was wrong. She messaged Eren, Armin and her uncle, letting them know she was on her way home, responding to texts or checking her socials. Passing the time before the train arrived. Her red scarf wound tightly around her neck, it was getting colder again and it provided comfort for her. Jean and Mikasa sat quietly on a bench together, waiting at the platform for their train home to arrive. It had been a long day and they were both eager to be home, eager to get out of the cold and return to the warmth of their flat. The moon sitting in a darkened sky as occasional clouds drifted past, another day had come to an end and met by the peaceful night.
Jean sat beside her, his padded faux fur hooded jacket wrapped tightly around him, a cigarette hanging loosely in his jaw. His gaze kept drifting to Mikasa, his heart aching with affection. She was his first crush, his first everything, his soulmate in every sense of the word. She was his home, she was the person he trusted more than anything, making him believe he could be better. When he lost Marco in a car accident, she had been his rock, confiding in her about the grief and guilt of losing his best friend. She understood him better than most people, she understood what it was like to feel lonely. The moonlight gleaming off her hair, so black and silky, making her appear as some ethereal being, falling in front of her face like a darkened black eyes intense, distant and yet so full of expression. How much he wanted to reach out and stroke it, winding it around his fingers and holding her close to him. He loved it when he cuddled her from behind and got a deep breath of her shampoo. It was the first thing he noticed about her when they first met, but over time he came to admire her resilience and unwavering affection for her loved ones. He'd been drawn to it from the moment they met, she was the most amazing woman he had ever crossed paths with. He'd come a long way from the awkward he'd developed on her when they were fifteen. At times he was almost jealous of her, compared to his short dirty blonde hair and dark roots, she had such beautiful hair. Wishing he had an easier time with his own.
Mikasa turned her head, averting her gaze to look at him, catching Jean off guard by her abruptness. She had felt his eyes on her, wondering what had caught his attention, knowing that he could be bored. Causing him to panic, his cheeks heated as he averted his gaze bashfully, like a naughty child being caught by a parent. Mikasa smiled fondly, seeing the way Jean adored her made her realise how loved she was by so many. The best friend and mother figure to Eren and Armin, taking care of them after Armin's grandfather and Eren's mother died, Grisha had become a negligent parent and disappeared after Eren's mother died. Jean for once doted on her, took care of her and encouraged her to be selfish on occasion instead of babysitting everyone else. Jean was so obvious sometimes it was adorable, like a lovesick puppy who was in front of their favourite toy. She was his entire world, she was his everything, she was the most important person in the world to him. He imagined a future with her, a life with her. His eyes beamed with love and he was always admiring her, he loved her smile and he loved her company. Always finding new ways to show how much he cared, the smallest gestures that he knew Mikasa would appreciate more than anything. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, finding herself a little flustered "You really love my hair don't you Kirstein?" she teased. It was one of the residual traits from her mother, one of the few things she remembered about her. She missed her parents dearly, she lost them so young before she was adopted by her uncle. Appreciating your partner came in many different forms, including appearances. I mean it was no secret that Jean had admirers but nobody felt like they could compete with Mikasa. But then she had always said that Jean had a handsome face and the brightest eyes she had ever seen, like honey. His loyalty to his friends was admirable, he had a good conscience and always followed his instincts. He had a good heart and a strong sense of morality, he was always there for others and always had their best interests at heart.
Jean's cheeks darkened, aware that Mikasa was teasing him, but with good intentions. He felt like such a weirdo, gawking at his girlfriend like she hung the moon, he was utterly smitten with her. Unable to tear his eyes away, like she was the only person in the world, but he just loved her so much. "But then, you've always had the most alluring eyes" she hummed, they were nearly golden and always seemed to glow. He always wore his heart on his sleeve, when his eyes became more intense when he was lost in thought. He could never hide his true feelings and everyone could tell what he was thinking. She always found herself drawn to him, wondering what he was thinking about, his mind was often a mystery. When Jean closed himself off, putting up walls, he truly shielded himself.
Jean blushed, he'd never thought himself overly handsome or charming, he could never compare to anyone else. His parents had divorced when he was young, leaving him to be raised by a single mum, so he involved himself in his hobbies such as sketching. He always helped around the house and learned so many of his mum's recipes. But in Mikasa's own way she was saying she noticed something about him, something she found attractive. He bit his lip trying not to laugh, thinking what a pair of dorks they were, so smitten for the other. What a pair they made, somehow bringing out the best in one another, the girl with the scarf and the loyal dog.
"What's so funny?" she asked curiously, biting back a smile of her own, knowing that something was on his mind. She couldn't help but find him so endearing. Wondering what Eren would be getting up to and how her uncle would be getting on at work.
Jean hummed, reaching out to play with the ends of her hair affectionately, a fond expression on his face. Something about her brought him such peace, she had always been his person. Her red scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, bright around her clothes against her pale skin. Some secrets he liked to keep to himself, just amused by how much she got under his skin. "Nothing" he teased. Mikasa hummed, an amused expression on her face, she had a feeling it was something mushy and adorable. The night was cold and yet so peaceful, a moment of existence. Jean could never hide how much he cared about others, it was admirable. Before reaching out her free hand quietly, her fingers tracing his hand before intertwining them together, hoping the train came soon.