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Armin felt his body slow down under the weight and warmth of Jean’s hand. His breathing started to even out, and the feeling of dizziness started to fade. When he looked up at Jean his face didn’t look amused, just concerned.
“I’m sorry too. I… I’m not good at socializing with people my age.” Armin said softly. “Especially alphas. I dont… I’m just… I’m sorry I’m not what you probably expected.”
Jean finally felt like he could breathe as Armin almost instantly calmed from his touch. That was weird, but Jean wasn’t going to question it when all he wanted was to diffuse the situation. Armin had stopped crying and stilled his rush towards the library’s exit. “I didn’t expect anything,” Jean said lightly. “I mean, I didn’t even think you would say yes in the first place, to be honest.”
The two of them stood awkwardly near their table, Jean’s backpack and other things still there, in limbo. Jean didn’t want to pretend to understand Armin’s struggles with socializing, or come across as patronizing. “Anyways, I can finish the rest of the homework myself,” Jean said, already doubting that Armin would ever help him again.“I… no. I’ll stay. I said I would help you. Plus… I’ll feel like it’s my fault if you don’t get a good grade at this point.” Armin replied, feeling a lot of guilt as he set his bag back down. He hated the way he felt like he made a fool of himself and hoped that staying would make him feel better in the long run.
“Um, okay,” Jean replied, completely shocked. Jean’s grades definitely weren’t Armin’s responsibility, but at this point Jean didn’t have any desire to playfully argue as he would. If Armin felt a little guilty for how this study session had been going, then the two of them could call it even.
He sat down on the chair again, exhaling and hoping to end things on an alright note. His notebook was as he left it, open on the table with the unfinished problem Jean had been attempting before things spiraled out of control. “Maybe we should start over,” Jean said, both figuratively and literally.“That’s probably for the best. This problem is complicated and it would be easy to mess up, starting in the middle.” Armin nodded as he sat back down. Sitting next to Jean again was somehow both awkward and comforting. Armin still felt off, and not in the happiest mood, but he hoped he could force himself back into an okay mindset. He wasn’t sure if being this close would help or hinder his mood, but now that they were both seated he couldn’t get up and move without making it even more weird.
Jean acted like he didn’t noticed Armin’s body subtly trembling as he seated himself back at the table. He knew it wasn’t entirely his fault, but Jean couldn’t help but feel like a total dickhead for the state Armin was in. Jean hadn’t meant any harm by acting, well, himself, but he wasn’t stupid and could see there was a time to just be quiet.
Jean refrained from speaking as they finished the homework, only checking in with Armin and asking a few more questions. No talking, no chance for things to blow up again, and Armin could go home with a guilt-free conscious. By the end, it was almost silent as he was actually understanding the formula and didn’t need Armin’s assistance. That was, until the next class session where they would be taught something new and Jean would be utterly lost again.
“Holy shit,” Jean said as he finished the last grueling problem. “We’re done.”“Yes. You did very well. I checked your answers against mine and they’re the same. So as long as I get a good grade, you will too.” Armin forced his smile. He wanted to go back to his dorm as soon as possible to decompress. He didn’t even care if he skipped the dining hall and just had a few left over snacks. The sooner he could be alone, the better.
Armin’s tone sounded almost robotic to the socially adapt Jean. It was clear the two felt the same, wanting nothing more than to get out of this situation. Armin really could have left when he had the chance earlier, yet it was clear he had some sense of guilt that kept him to the end. Despite being a small omega, Armin had a lot of fight in him which Jean already found admirable.
“Too bad you can’t help me during the test, or I’d ace it for sure,” Jean said lightly. He turned his head towards the window, seeing the sun beginning to set. It was fall, so the nights were slowly becoming longer. It was likely chilly outside, too.
“I’m sure you’re starving, so I won’t keep you any longer,” Jean began to pack up his things, attempting to act casual. All the sudden, Jean realized how hungry he was–being in a high state of emotion had put his other bodily functions on hold, apparently.“Oh… yeah I guess.” Armin hadn’t really thought about eating. It had taken all of his focus to help Jean and not give in to his urge to run away from the situation. Finally it seemed that Jean was ready to leave. Armin tried not to seem too rushed as he stood and swung his bag over his shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll do fine on the test if you can just slow yourself down enough to focus on each step individually.”
Armin’s flight mode was back, even if he was attempting to conceal it. Jean realized based off how things went, another study session wasn’t exactly on the table. That’s when he hatched a very Jean-like plan—one he’d used in high school to secure dates, but this was similar, he supposed. This time, his grades depended on it, not his dick.
“Wait,” Jean shucked off his flannel unceremoniously, desperate. “It’s probably freezing out there, you can borrow this. You have to walk back to your dorm, but my car’s parked in the closest lot, I’ll be fine.”
Before Armin could protest, Jean swung his backpack over his shoulders. He was definitely going to freeze his ass off in the 2-minute walk to his car, but it would be worth it. All he had to lose was some old flannel of his if Armin really wanted to ghost him completely after this.
“Thanks again, I’ll see you in class!” Jean said, voice probably a bit too loud for the library, but he didn’t care at this point. That damned library attendant didn’t understand his fragile situation.
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Pieck noticed his narrowed eyes, the pair had mutual friends so ended up spending more and more time together but for some reason she felt as though she could trust Jean or maybe it was because she thought he’d understand what she was going through…..well understand parts of it.
She gave a soft sigh as she stopped walking, “everything…..my father is getting sicker…..I’m top of the class in all my subjects and been studying left right and centre, you know I can hardly remember the last time I ate something” she admitted, her tone still soft and warm yet her eyes looked even more tired than usual.
Pieck was never one to admit defeat or expose any weaknesses but she felt safe around Jean to do so, “I’m so tired and need a break…..what am I supposed to do Jean?”
Jean remained respectfully quiet as Pieck shared her troubles. She was someone he admired for her adversity, and despite her constantly tired appearance, he hadn’t ever suspected she was truly struggling. He sighed, because that was likely what she wanted everyone to think. He was grateful that such an amazing woman felt safe with him of all people to vent.
As Pieck stopped walking, he gave her the gentlest expression he could muster. It was painful to see her exhaustion. He knew he didn’t have the friendliest face, but he was a softie at heart, and wanted to do what he could to help Pieck.
“Thanks for sharing all of this with me,” he said, albeit awkwardly. It was difficult not to be intimidated by the situation—the opportunity to listen to a girl’s troubles wasn’t something he took lightly. His mother would be proud.
“First off, you should eat, yeah? I might have some snacks in my bag, or we could go to the cafe on campus.”
Jean hoped he didn’t come off as dismissive, but he knew that eating would remedy a lot of Pieck’s problems right off the bat. And then, they could talk with clear minds.
“And Pieck,’ he said, suddenly serious. “Family matters more than school ever will. After finals we’ll have time off, but if you need to go see your father before then, nobody would blame you. I know I wouldn’t.”Pieck was grateful for the respectful silence as he listened to her vent, she didn’t realise how good it felt to get it off her chest but she was very much grateful for him.
His sigh indicated that he knew she wanted to avoid telling anyone that she was struggling as she hated appearing weak.
She giggled softly as he sounded rather awkward when he spoke which prompted her to reach up and stroke his cheek, “thank you for listening” she said softly before removing her hand.
“It’s up to you, i’m not picky about where or what we eat” she replied as she pulled a half full bottle of water, therefore reassuring him that she was at least drinking.
His serious tone had her wide eyed as she hadn’t expected him to turn so serious suddenly, “thank you Jean…..though I knew you’d never judge” she said honestly as a small smile played on her lips. She pondered for a moment before looking up into his ember eyes with her tired ones, “you can come visit him with me one day….if you’d like”
Pieck’s hand on his cheek made Jean’s heart jump. He didn’t know her too well, and such a familiar gesture was certainly welcome, especially from her, but he hoped his embarrassment wasn’t obvious. As quickly as she placed her hand, it was gone, and Jean collected himself.
Pieck took a sip of water, which eased Jean a bit. He knew that being a busy college student often had people forgetting basic human needs, but she was at least keeping hydrated. She deserved more than that, though, after all hard she had been working to keep herself together.
“Here, why don’t we go eat. It’ll be on me,” Jean said. “If you wouldn’t rather go home and nap or something,” he added quickly, not wanting to tell Pieck what to do. Her mature presence made him feel very aware of himself and his actions, needing her approval.
At the invitation to meet her father, Jean nearly collapsed. Was she pushing his buttons on purpose? Well, he wasn’t one to argue with a flirtatious woman. Two could play at that game—but she was winning. However, her father’s health was failing, and Jean hoped she wasn’t joking to hide her pain further.
“I’d definitely come visit him with you, if it would help you feel less alone.”
Jean couldn’t hide his flush at that point, and turned to walk towards the campus cafe.Pieck could tell that her touch was affecting him so she let out a small soft giggle. He was adorable and she wouldn’t be afraid to admit that but the way he reacted around her was sweet.
“I don’t want to be alone” she said quietly as she he mentioned her going home and napping which did sound inviting but she really wanted someone with her right now. “You can buy this round of food….but i’ll buy next” she smiled so he wouldn’t argue with her, however her heart skipped a beat at the thought of this being a regular thing between them.
“Being around you already helps….I don’t feel so lonely” she spoke with such softness which matched the giggle as she noticed his flushed cheeks. As Jean turned away she followed behind him walking at a slower pace, once outside the college her hair blew gently in the wind as she looked up at Jean, “lead the way”
Jean could sense Pieck’s hidden anxieties. It was true—sometimes being alone lets worries fester so keeping her company was likely the best course of action.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Jean said playfully. He realized she implied that there would be a next time, and he wanted to jump for joy. He’d definitely brag to his roommates later, but for the moment he kept his cool and continued walking towards the cafe. It was located centrally and had both indoor and outdoor seating. It was a bit later in the afternoon, and the activity seemed to mostly have subsided. A few students sipped coffee and typed away on laptops quietly, but there was no line.
“I’ll have an iced coffee and caprese sandwich,” Jean said. Not his usual choice, but somehow it sounded more posh than a muffin. He looked towards Pieck for her order.Pieck didn’t Jean all too well, they had mutual friends and saw each other at parties but other than that she didn’t really know anything about him yet she trusted him enough to tell him about the sickness of her father. She trusted him.
“Don’t worry i’m not forgetful” she forewarned as she followed behind him. The height difference really standing out to her, she found his height and beard attractive but she wouldn’t dare admit that out loud.
Once at the cafe she ordered a vanilla latte and an apple turnover. She smiled at Jean brushing past him to find a table for them to sit at.
The table was in the corner so they’d be somewhat private from the other students or customers. Her bag was placed neatly under the table whilst her denim jacket sat on the back of her chair.
She texted her father whilst she waited and a bright smile rose upon her face as he agreed to meet Jean however she couldn’t help but blush when he asked if Jean was her boyfriend.
Pieck ordered both a sweet latte and a sugary treat, and it endeared Jean to her. Even someone as mature as her could crave sweets. It was also good, in Jean’s opinion, that she was going to have some sugar. She needed to be perked up in more ways than one. Jean was impressed with Pieck’s boldness as she chose a table and sat down, leading the way.
Once they are both seated, he allowed her to eat for a few minutes without interrupting too much. Jean couldn’t deny he wanted to chat with her more in the relative privacy of their corner table. Jean sipped his coffee and tried not to obviously stare at her cute face while she ate. He wondered when the last time was that Pieck got to sit and eat without multi-tasking on homework or other responsibilities.
After she was mostly finished with her turnover, Jean spoke once more. “Feeling better?”It was obvious by his demeanour that he wasn’t expecting something sweet to be her choice of food but her father used to make apple turnovers so whenever she saw one she tended to get one.
“You’re staring” she sang to him as she noticed the way he kept looking at her, “do I have some on my face?” she asked whilst picking up a napkin and dabbing her face like a proper lady.
“I’m feeling a lot better, it’s hard to eat and study at the same time…..in case you aren’t aware i’m a mega nerd who loves reading” she laughed softly as she felt her cheeks burn, “though you’re quite the artist I hear”
Jean laughed as Pieck dabbed her face clean of the turnover. Depending on how long they ended up staying, he would definitely buy her another as she seemed to enjoy the treat immensely. “Hey, reading isn’t nerdy,” he laughed. “Or if it is, I guess I like nerds.”
He flushed when Pieck revealed she knew he enjoyed drawing. He was no professional, but always kept a sketchbook with him and tended to doodle in the margins of all his classwork out of boredom. He wondered where she got that information, but didn’t really mind. They were both slowly revealing hidden parts of themselves. “I wouldn’t call myself an artist, but yeah, I like art, I guess,” he said eventually. “I could show you, but promise not to laugh.”
He mostly enjoyed sketching in black and white, with either pencil or charcoal. He didn’t have room in his schedule for any art courses, as his major didn’t require them in the slightest, so he didn’t have much free time to spend on more intensive artwork.Pieck noticed the way he watched her dab her face clean so she instinctively held a piece of the sweet treat out for him to try. “It’s honestly delicious” she reassured.
“Oh no, is it a secret talent?” she asked noticing his flushed expression, she leaned over to poke his cheek before giggling. “I sit behind you during registration and i’ve seen you doodle” she stated.
“You should really take an art course, because from what i’ve seen…..you’re incredibly talented”
Jean accepted Pieck’s offering, taking the fork from her hand rather than eating off of it as it was. He suddenly became conscious of the fact there was other students in the cafe, even if they seemed busy. It was delicious, but he was sure it didn’t compare to her father’s home-cooked treats. He hoped the taste of home didn’t cause her even more pain. It was sweet, but the tartness of the apple balanced it. Much like Pieck herself, Jean thought.
“Oh man,” Jean covered his face with his hands. She had already seen his art? That was embarassing, but what was even worse was the fact that he hadn’t even realized she was behind him at registration. That, and the fact that Pieck was such a diligent student and Jean doodled during classes. He honestly didn’t do it on purpose, but he got into a fantasy world so easily when the coursework wasn’t interesting to him. Which was often.
“I’d like to take art classes, honestly, but that doesn’t fit into a business degree,” Jean sighed. “And with how much we pay to be here, my mom would probably kill me for taking any unnecessary courses. I’m paying my own way, but she thinks I’m taking on too much.”“It’s nothing like my father’s but it’s still good” she smiled with a soft giggle. She watched as Jean ate a smile constantly on her face as it was evident she was enjoying this time alone with Jean without any of their friends. “Maybe when you come with me to meet him, he’ll have some ready”
Pieck laughed as she rose to her feet, she wrapped her arms around his neck as her chest pressed into his back and she hugged him, “don’t be embarrassed” she whispered. She had found his little doodles really impressive whereas for her, she couldn’t even draw a stick man.
“If you need help paying i’m happy to help” she reassured, it was evident that Pieck had some money considering she was doing three different degrees. “You’re my friend…..don’t tell anyone but i’m paying for Reiner’s sport degree”
Jean was beginning to realize that Pieck’s family situation was similar to his. He had grown up alone with his mother, and as much as they butted heads, he cared about her more than anyone. He went away to college, studying towards a degree he didn’t care for in the slightest because it was likely to produce a stable income. It was the least he could do for the mother who raised him alone. Her health was fine, but it wouldn’t be forever, and Jean wanted to make sure he could take care of her when she became old and gray.
“My mom’s a pretty decent cook too,” Jean said. “Honestly, that’s what I miss the most sometimes. Isn’t that kind of stupid?”
Jean admittedly spent a little too much on eating out since coming to college. Not that he couldn’t cook—he had picked up quite a bit from his mother, but he lacked the time and energy to do so. In the back of his mind, he yearned to come home to his messy apartment to a meal ready and waiting.
When Jean found his emotions rising, Pieck’s hug was a needed comfort. He was learning she was quite a touchy person, but it came across as genuine and caring. He didn’t let it get to his head too much, he figured she was like this with most of her friends, but he appreciated it.
“You’re paying for Reiner’s degree?” Jean said, jaw dropping. He didn’t know Reiner well, but he always had an air of effortless confidence. He never would have guessed he struggled with money, too. And why was Pieck paying, when she already was under so much stress? Jean’s gut reaction was anger towards Reiner, but he calmed himself as he didn’t know the full story. “I hope he’s helping a least a little. That’s no easy undertaking, Pieck, you should focus on yourself.”Pieck could tell her and Jean had similar upbringings, both raised by single parents and had a pretty good life however they were working towards something that would provide a stable income so they could thank their parents for the care.
“It isn’t stupid” she reassured as she giggled softly, “I find cooking therapeutic, cutting everything up and making it into something delicious”
Pieck was a very touchy person however she only really hugged the people she grew up with- Annie, Reiner, Bertholdt etc- however Jean was different. “What cologne are you wearing?” she asked suddenly as she moved away, “it smells amazing”
“Paying half” she explained, “his job only pays half so I pay the other half considering we’ve been friends for a while but my college course money comes from my mother’s inheritance whereas I pay for Reiner’s degree with what I earn from the bookstore and waitressing”
Pieck’s hug lingered, and she made an inquiry about his cologne. His mom had always told him cologne was important for men, and he always shrugged off her advice, yet bought some as soon as he moved away to college. Another goddamn thing she was right about.
“It’s uh, Royall Lyme,” Jean said, hoping Pieck couldn’t feel his racing heart. It was a relatively inexpensive cologne that smelled of light citrus with fresh, masculine notes. He couldn’t believe a girl was actually noticing his cologne, after diligently applying it most days as a habit.
Jean couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Reiner was a man, too, and he should understand that having Pieck work herself to the bone to pay for his degree wasn’t right. It was clear Pieck cared a lot about Reiner, and he didn’t want to tell her what to do or push her away with his opinions. However, it became his business as soon as Pieck came to him nearly collapsing in exhaustion.
It didn’t seem like the right time to have such an intense conversation, though, so he slated it in the back of his mind. Pieck had eaten, and she already seemed lighter than she had when she approached him about an hour earlier.
“I hope Reiner appreciates what you’re doing,” Jean said carefully. His sandwich was only half-eaten on the table before him.“A mother knows best” Pieck laughed softly almost like she read his mind about who introduced him the world of cologne, one thing that Jean was learning quickly about Pieck was that she was very good at reading people.
She smiled as she felt his pulse, it was racing, however she took in more of his scent and smiled. “I really enjoy the masculine notes, it suits you” she reassured before moving back round to her seat and sipping on her drink.
“I think you’re overthinking Jean” she said softly as she thought for a moment, “Reiner used to be able to pay for everything himself however he lost his job and then his rent prices went up so I offered…..he didn’t ask me I offered”
Pieck laughed softly as she nodded, “he does, he invites me to all his games but if i’m being totally honest….sports isn’t my thing so I hardly know what’s happening most of the time”
Jean’s nerves calmed from Pieck’s explanation of Reiner’s unfortunate situation. Jean maybe judged him a bit harshly, but it had been difficult not to seeing Pieck’s condition. He understood financial troubles well, and surely Reiner would want to make it up to Pieck someday when he was able. He was a talented athlete, and would likely go far after college sports.
Jean had been to a few games, but he couldn’t say it was his scene, either. He wasn’t opposed to going with Pieck sometime, and now he wanted to get to know Reiner better and show his support.
“It’s obvious you care for Reiner a lot, so he’s someone I think I can respect,” Jean said, giving Pieck a reassuring smile. “Next time he has a game, let me know and I’ll see if I can make it. I can’t say I’ll know what’s going on either, though.” He laughed.
As the two spoke, it only became more crystal clear how similar they were. At first glance, Jean would never dream of comparing himself to the beautiful honor student, but there was so much more to her than he could have known.Pieck found Jean’s concern for her really sweet, she didn’t really have time for friends during her studies and work but whenever she saw them at parties it was like she was involved in their everyday activities. Jean was an anomaly as she saw him at parties but she only ever asked him to pass her something or to move politely out of her way, so she hardly knew a thing about him.
Reiner was going to make it up to Pieck but in his own special way, which meant either paying for her to go away for a couple of days and relax or he’d cook for her.
“We’ve been friends since we were kids” she laughed as she took another sip of her drink before nodding her head in agreement, “this Friday at 5pm” she smiled as she tucked some hair behind her ear, “i’ve booked work off specially”
“You think you can respect him?” she asked with a soft chuckle, “you don’t have to like my friends Jean” she reassured as she played with the silver necklace she was wearing.
Jean himself had lost track of any friends he had made in childhood as he and his mother moved a lot. However, he kept his spirits up as many people said friends you make in college can be bonds you have for life. He was certain that was true as he felt like he had known Connie and Sasha for much longer than he had in reality—their chaotic spirits were balanced by his more reserved personality. He was grateful for them, because despite their constant antics they were always there in his dark times, too.
Jean knew he didn’t exactly have to like Pieck’s friends, but if she approved of somebody, there certainly must be a good reason. He would at least give them a fair chance, like he would anybody else. “Friday at 5? I think I can do that,” he said, quickly checking his work schedule on his phone. “Do you need a ride?”
Jean was a little nervous to venture outside his usual circle, especially as his behavior would reflect on Pieck. However, he was sure her presence would mediate everyone involved as needed.Pieck had many friends at the college including new and old. Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Bertholdt Hoover and the Galliard brothers were all childhood friends whereas Ymir and Historia Reiss were new friends as Ymir had a strong friendship with the brothers. Pieck was very friendly so she spoke often to people and was mainly seen with students from the years below, maternal instincts were very strong for her and always had been ever since she met Gabi.
“I’d love a ride” she smiled softly at him as she rested her head in her hand as she watched Jean, finally taking in his appearance properly. He was very handsome and had very dreamy eyes that she found herself getting lost in.
“You can stand with me the whole time….if it gets too much we can leave” she reassured as she patted his hand which was significantly bigger than hers. “Everything about you is just big” she laughed as she laced their fingers together. “Be honest with me…..are you part giant?” she teased.
Jean’s car was nothing impressive, an older truck he paid cash for back home and drove all the way out to the university. He could have left it at home with his mom and used the college town public transport, but it was one thing he was truly proud to own. Nothing compared to a drive down the highway when he needed to clear his mind. He would make sure to clean it up a bit before picking up Pieck.
Pieck’s smaller, delicate hands fit perfectly into Jean’s own, and he admired the confident way in which she placed them there. He gave them a light squeeze to reassure Pieck he was happy with the arrangement before looking at her again. “Sounds like a plan,” he said. How did she always know what to say?
He laughed at her comment. He had an intense growth spurt in high school, shooting up to one of the tallest in his class. He was a bit of a bean pole in middle school, and he loathed when his mom showed him old photos. He honestly should have been an athlete, too, but his interests mostly lay elsewhere. Jean actually harbored some guilt for being more interested in art and music than using his fit build to play sports.
He couldn’t hide his blush as Pieck praised him, though. Maybe he was a typical guy, but a cute girl calling him big stoked his ego a bit. He laughed. “I don’t know about that, but maybe you’re just small,” he teased. “Speaking of, are you still hungry?”Jeans squeeze of their hands was enough for her to know that he was happy with her holding his hand.Her hand was much colder than his in comparison but she appreciated his warmth, “it’s a date” she smiled.
Pieck had always been small, she looked a little taller than Annie depending on the shoes but other than that she’s been tiny but overall she remained friendly and smiley.
“Nooo…..you’re definitely a giant” she laughed as she smiled warmly at him, “hungry? No no i’m full now”
Jean was sure he looked like a lovesick fool from how much he was smiling, but he couldn’t help it. Things felt so natural with Pieck, her confidence carrying their interactions where Jean faltered. The moment Pieck came to him in such a state, he had a mission and as far as he could tell it had been accomplished. Pieck ate a meal, got some caffeine in her system to hopefully help with whatever was next on her packed schedule, and she had been able to get some difficult feelings off her chest.
And it was Jean who did all of that. He was impressed, actually, though Pieck had made it all feel easy. He stood up and stretched, revealing his stomach for a split second. “Where to next? I wish you could go home and rest, but I know you probably have a whole list of things you’ve got to do now,” he said, a bit sympathetically. He was glad he got her to take a break, even if it was only for an hour. “Wait. Do I have your number?”
He wasn’t sure if they had exchanged contacts at a party at some point in the drunken past, but he would need it to pick her up on Friday.Pieck seemed rather relaxed in the presence of Jean, her head wasn’t in a book or taking notes instead she seemed to be peacefully enjoying a little lunch date with someone who seemed to be enjoying her company. He’s so cute.
Pieck giggled as she saw his stomach reaching out and poking the exposed flesh before slipping her jacket back on, “I do have a few things to do….though you don’t have to help me out I’m sure I can do my errands alone” she reassured. She had to get her weekly food shop, go to the dry cleaners, buy a dress for when she visits her father etc.
It would be unfair to bring Jean along.
“I don’t think so, unless I gave it to you when we’re under the influence of alcohol” she laughed as she scribbled her number down on a napkin for him.
Jean took the shred of napkin with Pieck’s number and shoved it in his pocket, trying to act casual as if it wasn’t a huge score to get a beautiful girl’s phone number. He pushed in both of their chairs as they made their exit. Jean honestly had some assignments to finish, but hell, he could stay up late to complete them if it meant spending more time with Pieck.
Despite the chemistry between them, he still was getting to know her and didn’t want to overstep if she possibly needed some time alone now. “Doing errands is always less boring with company,” he offered.
He could use a trip to the grocery store or Target to stock up on household items himself. It was something he took for granted that his mother usually did, although he went along when he wasn’t at school or otherwise occupied. Finding the time and energy to do it himself in college was proving to be a struggle. He had fond memories of late-night runs to get snacks with friends back in high school, and wondered if Pieck had ever done the same, though she seemed a bit too mature for that.Pieck giggled as it was obvious that he was trying to act cool that he scored her number which prompted her to poke his cheek whilst laughing softly.
“That’s really kind of you Jean” she smiled as she watched him tuck their chairs in. She was looking forward to spending more time with Jean as she could feel the chemistry between them and it excites her.
“Shall we go food shopping first?” she asked as she rummaged around in her bag for her purse. “I uh took the bus today so i’m happy to pay gas money if you’re willing to drive us around” she smiled.
Jean had the entire rest of the day with Pieck? When he woke up that morning, he had no idea how fortune was going to look down on him to this degree. “Of course,” he said, maybe a little too quickly. The thought of driving Pieck around in his car was like a dream, but it was going to happen. Right then. “Do you not have a car? I’m usually around, if you ever need a ride.”
Luckily, their college town had alright public transport via bus, but he knew all too well how annoying it could be when the schedule was off and you were already late to class. A few times when his truck was in the shop, he had no choice but to utilize it. He didn’t want Pieck to have to deal with that on top of everything else she had on her plate. Not wanting to get too ahead of himself, Jean double-checked they both gathered all their things and began leading Pieck towards the parking lot where his truck was.Jean’s quick response made Pieck giggle, “someone’s eager” she teased before smiling warmly at him. Pieck had taken driving tests and she passed however she never got round to buying a car of her own, “uh no….I uh never had time to buy one” she blushed somewhat embarrassed however she glanced up at Jean at him offering to drive her around, “thank you Jean”
Pieck followed on behind him, and began to play a guessing game with herself as she eyed each car and tried to figure out which truck was his. She probably looked somewhat strange as she kept looking at Jean and then at the array of vehicles.
Jean cringed internally a bit. He hadn’t meant to imply anything negative towards Pieck about owning a car or not—many students didn’t. However, this was even more the reason for her to rely on Jean, which made him a little excited. He wasn’t sure if her lack of car was due to difficulties choosing one or financial, and if it was the former he could definitely help Pieck out.
After a short walk, the two reached his beat-up old truck, decorated with various stickers of brands or music groups he enjoyed, faded from long periods parked outside. “It’s a bit messy, sorry about that,” he said. “Didn’t realize I’d be having a co-pilot today.”
And how happy he was that it was Pieck. He opened the passenger side door, clearing out space on the seat for her. He mostly drove alone, so the passenger side had collected quite a bit of mess over time–magazines, jackets, fast-food trash. Not exactly something he wanted a lady to see, but somehow he felt as if Pieck wouldn’t judge.Pieck could see the excitement Jean had which made her giggle, maybe having no car was a good thing as Jean would happily assist her by taking her places but she wouldn’t take advantage of that.
She ran her fingers over the stickers and took note of the fade, he really needed to clean his car. “Don’t apologise, your co-pilot isn’t one to judge”
She was thoroughly surprised by his mess, the fast food packaging was the one thing that had her slightly worried however she was distracted by one of his jackets as she slipped it over her shoulders, “how do I look?”
Jean’s mouth felt dry seeing Pieck playfully drape his dirty jacket over her body. It was much too big for her, which only made things worse—better–both? He stopped in his tracks to admire her, Pieck, who shouldered responsibility beyond her years but still could find it within her to smile.
“You may as well keep it, you look better than me,” Jean said, before making his way to the driver’s side, fumbling the keys in his hands. As he turned on the car, he immediately reached to turn the radio’s volume down. When he was alone, he preferred to blast his eardrums out but he wasn’t going to subject Pieck to that.Pieck blushed at his reaction as she spun around on the spot for him as she smiled happily at him as she slipped her tiny arms inside her, her small stature engulfed in the fabric of the jacket.
“Why did you turn the volume down?” she asked as she climbed into his car, “planning on bursting my eardrums?” she teased as she rested her bag on her lap as she buckled up.
“Feel free to adjust the volume,” Jean laughed. If Pieck was the type of girl who loved singing badly to music in the car, he really hit the jackpot. His truck was old and lacked an aux to connect phones, but it had radio and Jean still kept a chunky CD binder on the passenger side floor. “I don’t know what music you like, but you can be the DJ for now, yeah?”
Jean realized he had no idea where they were even going, opening up his phone to the Maps app. “Where do you like to shop?” He didn’t want to assume, there were a few groceries nearby ranging in price. He usually just went to whichever was most convenient based off his class and work schedule.
Jean parked and fed the meter quickly before making his way onto the bustling college town sidewalk. Pieck had mentioned her part-time job at the local independent bookstore, and Jean had been wanting to check it out regardless, so here he was. He had neglected to ask her schedule, not wanting to seem too nosy into her personal affairs. Jean was an impulsive guy, but somehow he had a good feeling Pieck would be there.
Jean actually enjoyed reading, but it was something he lacked time for since entering college. He paged through music books for leisure, but couldn’t remember the last time he sat down and read a novel. He hoped Pieck wouldn’t be disappointed in that fact.
The store was modest, with vintage posters lining the walls which added to the unique atmosphere. Sure, it likely didn’t stock every book, but it seemed like a place which held unique treasures if you had the time to search. Jean spotted Pieck among the shelves and approached her.Pieck found herself quite content with her line of work but also heavily distracted as she was quite the bookworm and enjoyed not only reading but recommending books to others.
She was by one of her favourite shelves, William Shakespeare was her favourite author next to Jane Austen and Lewis Carroll. Her long black locks were tied into a messy bun which displayed her cute sliver butterfly earrings as well as her matching butterfly necklace that sat perfectly around her neck.
She wore a khaki front button skirt, a pair of black thin tights, a small black spaghetti strap top with a red cardigan over the top. She lightly turned the page as her normally tired eyes came to life with each word she absorbed, a bright smile playing on her glossy lips.
She hadn’t heard Jean approach her but when she felt his presence behind her she couldn’t help but jump slightly, “oh Jean” she sighed as she held a hand over her heart laughing softly, “you…you scared me”
Jean laughed along with Pieck, who didn’t seem too scared, more surprised at his sudden presence.
“Sorry, should have announced myself, but you seemed focused on something,” he said. She looked lovely as always in casual wear for work, and also was quite in her element. She naturally fit amongst the book-lined shelves. Jean eyed the sign above her, which read “Classics”.
“I’m off today and was in the area,” Jean said, half-lying. He definitely drove downtown just to come to the bookstore, but she didn’t need to know that. “So I figured I’d stop by and say hi. If you’re busy, let me know though.”
The aesthetic of the bookstore was similar to the record store he worked at. A mixture of old and new, a bit dusty in places but well-loved. He felt like he fit in fine, despite not being the most well-read guy around. It wasn’t difficult to imagine Pieck nodding off at the counter before closing time, or relaxing on the sofa paging through a novel. It was a mental image Jean liked a bit too much, and he averted his eyes as if she could read his thoughts.Pieck continued her soft laughter before calming down only to lightly hit his chest as she glanced up at him.
“Alice in Wonderland is one of my favourite books” she admitted as she held the book she was reading up to him. “I’ve read this book so many times that i’ve lost count…..when I was uh little I used to dress up as Alice for Halloween every year” she chuckled at the fond memories before blushing lightly when she realised who she said that too.
“You’re a terrible liar” she pointed out as she poked his cheek whilst brushing past him, a soft smile on her lips. “I’m not busy, I spend most of my hours reading” she admitted quietly as she glanced up at him, “it’s good seeing you, i’m glad you came”
She raised a brow at him as he turned rather quiet, clearly deep in thought, which gave her the opportunity to collect a few books. “I uh found some books I thought you’d might like”
Jean grinned a little too big as he pictured a young Pieck in her Alice costume, tugging her father’s arm as they walked through the neighborhood. He realized that he wanted to hear more about her childhood—he wanted to know more about her than anyone else. And then, Pieck’s delicate touch on Jean’s face snapped him out of his thoughts. Jean was a romantic, but he was amazed at how fast his own mind could run away when infatuated like this.
He disliked the idea of smart, kind Pieck alone in the store for hours reading. He was going to have to visit her more, that settled it. Even if she read as always and he kept her in silent company. Pieck disarmed Jean so easily he ended up speechless most of the time, anyways.
“Huh?” Jean said. Did Pieck really hand-select books for him? She was thinking about him? He tried to keep it cool before continuing, “For me? You didn’t have to, Pieck. But let’s hear it.”
He was eager to know what Pieck thought of him, as shown via novels. This was sure to be interesting.Pieck saw the way he smiled and rolled her eyes as she unlocked her phone and showed him a picture of her as little Alice minus the blonde wig. “I think I look like rather silly” she commented as she had a wide smile on her face whilst her father was clearly laughing.
“You really don’t do well with physical touch, do you?” she commented as she noted the way he tended to malfunction whenever she touched him, even if it was a small poke to his cheek. “I can refrain from touching you” she reassured with a friendly smile.
“Of course for you!” she laughed as she placed the small stack on the table before them. It had a variety of books all classical pieces.
“Alice in Wonderland…..Pride and Prejudice…..Romeo and Juliet…..Jekyll and Hyde” she listed the titles without having to double check. “I’d like the know which ends up being your favourite” she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders.
Jean grinned when Pieck showed him a childhood photo of her in an Alice costume. You could see how much she and her father cared for one another, even in a single snapshot, and Jean was sure that love hadn’t changed from how Pieck spoke of him even now. Even if Pieck had darker hair than Alice was described to have, her long, slightly wavy locks made a perfect little Alice.
“Maybe for Halloween this year, you should bring back Alice,” Jean chuckled.Jean’s body tensed up at Pieck’s suggestion. She was right—he wasn’t great with physical touch. Not that he disliked it, far from it, but he wasn’t used to it. He grew up with a single mother who coddled him, and saw a few girls in high school, but something with Pieck was different. They were adults, away from home—something felt more serious than a teenage fling and Jean wanted to treat it with respect. He was fine with Pieck’s teasing touches, but was making a conscious effort not to overstep her boundaries by returning them in any way. He would wait for when he knew it was okay, in complete certainty.
He moved towards the array of novels she selected, admiring the vintage cover artwork. “Well, I’ve gotta read Alice first, for sure,” he said, picking it up. “I’ve seen the movie before as a kid, probably, but that hardly counts.”Pieck was always quite small, her blue Alice dress looked oversized but nonetheless she looked very very happy. Her father was quite the goofball and enjoyed seeing Pieck happy and hearing her laugh, she was very much like her mother.
“Maybe you’ll be my mad hatter?” she smiled
“Honestly I don’t mind refraining from the physical touches” she smiled reassuringly as she turned her attention back to the novels. She smiled as she thought about how respectful he was being, “i’m kinda touchy so please tell me to back off or please feel free to be touchy also”
“It’s my favourite book, my favourite quotes are all from this” she giggled as she stroked the cover of the book.
“Maybe I could be,” Jean replied smoothly. Hey, if she suggested it, he wouldn’t be one to say no. He was quite enjoying being part of Pieck’s wonderland thus far, getting to know her little quirks and parts of her past. He would wear a silly hatter costume if Pieck was at his side.
“Ah, it’s fine,” Jean stammered. He knew he had a bit of a mean face, but he hoped his reactions to Pieck’s touches weren’t read as discomfort, or dislike. “I don’t mind—I’m just, you’re really pretty, and—“
And, I should stop talking. Jean could have died, but somehow he knew Pieck wouldn’t be one to judge. She hadn’t yet, after all.
“Anyways, I’ll read this and get back to you,” he said, picking up the novel and putting it in his backpack. “Wait, do I need to pay you for this? Let me get my wallet.”“I think you’re the perfect partner” she smiled, obviously she was referring to him as being her Hatter but she wouldn’t be surprised if he took it the other way as she wasn’t very clear as her mind spiralled into how their couple costume would look at one of Annie’s halloween parties. Had she seen him at one before?
She was reassured by his comment however his stammering had her worried. His compliment had her blushing and giggling, “and?” she encouraged as she tilted her head to the side.
“No no, you’re borrowing it” she reassured as she pointed to the sign, the section they were in was books that you could takeaway to read and then come back to either buy the book or try reading a new one. Kinda like a library.
“I can borrow them?” Jean grinned. He now felt a bit of pressure, because he definitely wanted to finish all of them and report back to Pieck. Between work and school, he was a pretty busy guy but then, who wasn’t? He would find the time to read them, because they were important to Pieck. “It might take a while, but I’ll read them, I swear.”
He now turned his attention to the other novels. Romeo and Juliet, of course he knew that story, but reading the actual Shakespearean text was going to be quite the undertaking for Jean. Pieck really was an understated genius to read this type of stuff for leisure. Pride and Prejudice, a victorian romance novel. Jekyll and Hyde was the pick that intrigued Jean the most. A darker, more intense story than the rest, that perhaps revealed a hidden part of Pieck’s interests.
“I think after Alice, I’ll read Jekyll and Hyde,” Jean said. “Or, did you have an order I should read them in?”“Of course, I don’t expect you to buy a book you’ve never read before because if you don’t like it….then it’ll become clutter in your house” she laughed reassuring him. She found it sweet when he tried to reassure her that he would read them books, “take your time, you can’t finish a book in one day”
“Read them however you like….Jekyll and Hyde is really good which is why I selected it for you because the other two are romance and might be hard for you to read but if you wish to only read Alice in Wonderland and Jekyll and Hyde I don’t mind” she smiled reassuringly.
Romeo and Juliet was a hard read due to the way it was written, very complicated sentences that people interpret wrong but it was still a beautiful love story despite the tragic ending which left ten year old Pieck stunned.
Pride and Prejudice was another romance novel but she very quickly got the impression from Jean that he wasn’t too big into romance but she couldn’t help but find the two main leads similar to them.
“Got it,” Jean said, zipping up the novels into his backpack. It was heavy, but he was excited to have something to focus on. Something he and Pieck would share, almost like a book club of their own. Jean wasn’t opposed to the romance novels, but something about the prospect made him a little nervous. Admitting you liked somebody and venturing into that new world was always scary, and reading the novels from Pieck would make it all real in a way.
“Is it cheating if I watch the movies of any of these?” Jean laughed. “I’ll still read them, but sometimes it helps to get a visual.”
Jean knew Pieck was a bookworm and very smart, so he wanted to get the meanings of the stories right.“It can be our thing” she smiled as she watched him place his books into his bag. Her jaw was starting to hurt from all the smiling but it was exciting to give a part of herself to someone like Jean who she didn’t take for much of the reading type.
“Of course not, watch the films but i’ll know if you didnt read the books” she forewarned.
She cupped his cheeks, “you’re adorable” she whispered before brushing past him to take a seat at one of the reading tables.
All Jean could do was follow as Pieck walked towards a well-loved wooden table in the shop. He felt as if he was under some spell when around Pieck, but one could just call that infatuation. “Yeah, our thing,” he agreed. He had a thing with a girl.
She had to lean up slightly to place her hands on his face, the scruff of his beard against them contrasting. Had any customers entered in the period since he had arrived? Time was both frozen and passing by at the speed of light from how mixed-up Jean felt inside. Not that he was complaining. He took a seat across from Pieck at the table, placing his backpack on the carpeted floor.
“I don’t think I could get anything past you, I won’t try anything funny,” he laughed. “I’m not as much of a bookworm as you, but maybe I’ll choose some books for you, next time.”
He mentally ran through a list of books he had enjoyed. The Catcher in the Rye, the Goldfinch…“We have a thing” she smiled happily as she sat down on one of the chairs, she pulled out a bottle of water and took a sip before offering the bottle to Jean.
The scruff of Jean’s beard made her giggle as it tickled the soft skin of her hands, “I find beards very attractive” she says as she looked into his dreamy eyes. A few customers had arrived but she paid no attention as Jean was her main focus.
Her eyes lit up at the mention of him suggesting some books, “you’d do that?” she asked sounding touched by his gesture, a bright smile on her lips as she couldn’t help but blush.
Jean hesitated for a moment before accepting Pieck’s water bottle. He had washed up and brushed his teeth before coming to visit Pieck and hadn’t eaten anything, so he was sure it would be fine, and yet a nagging part of him (the part of his mother that never left his mind) was telling him he shouldn’t drink from a lady’s water bottle.
He did it anyways, the stupid part of him winning. He definitely wasn’t thinking of how Pieck’s lips had touched that same place. And as Pieck stated she found beards attractive—something he very much had, he tried to hide the fact he may have choked on the water a bit.
“I—thank you,” he said, blushing furiously. He had let his beard grow out once he moved away for college, trying something different. Clearly it was the right choice. “I’ve …always had a thing for dark-haired girls, you know.”Pieck noticed the hesitation however she gave him reassuring eyes in case he didn’t want to share. She could tell he was thinking over his options which made her giggle softly as she smiled warmly at him. Cute.
She rubbed his back as she thought he was going to choke, “don’t die on my Jeanboy” she teased before laughing softly at him as she found him very cute but also very attractive.
“Oh” she said with a smirk as she let her hair down as the messy locks still looked perfect. “Do you have a thing for my hair?” she teased as she couldn’t help but blush. Did he really find women like her attractive?
“That friend of yours…..the one who eats all the time…..whenever she’s drunk at parties she always calls you that” she giggled. Pieck didn’t know the meaning behind it but by his reaction she quickly concluded that he hears it from his mother, “if it makes you feel better, my father calls me Piku”
“Feel free to play with my hair” she smiled as she guided one of his hands to her silky locks of black hair.
cont.
Armin felt his body slow down under the weight and warmth of Jean’s hand. His breathing started to even out, and the feeling of dizziness started to fade. When he looked up at Jean his face didn’t look amused, just concerned.
“I’m sorry too. I… I’m not good at socializing with people my age.” Armin said softly. “Especially alphas. I dont… I’m just… I’m sorry I’m not what you probably expected.”
Jean finally felt like he could breathe as Armin almost instantly calmed from his touch. That was weird, but Jean wasn’t going to question it when all he wanted was to diffuse the situation. Armin had stopped crying and stilled his rush towards the library’s exit. “I didn’t expect anything,” Jean said lightly. “I mean, I didn’t even think you would say yes in the first place, to be honest.”
The two of them stood awkwardly near their table, Jean’s backpack and other things still there, in limbo. Jean didn’t want to pretend to understand Armin’s struggles with socializing, or come across as patronizing. “Anyways, I can finish the rest of the homework myself,” Jean said, already doubting that Armin would ever help him again.“I… no. I’ll stay. I said I would help you. Plus… I’ll feel like it’s my fault if you don’t get a good grade at this point.” Armin replied, feeling a lot of guilt as he set his bag back down. He hated the way he felt like he made a fool of himself and hoped that staying would make him feel better in the long run.
“Um, okay,” Jean replied, completely shocked. Jean’s grades definitely weren’t Armin’s responsibility, but at this point Jean didn’t have any desire to playfully argue as he would. If Armin felt a little guilty for how this study session had been going, then the two of them could call it even.
He sat down on the chair again, exhaling and hoping to end things on an alright note. His notebook was as he left it, open on the table with the unfinished problem Jean had been attempting before things spiraled out of control. “Maybe we should start over,” Jean said, both figuratively and literally.“That’s probably for the best. This problem is complicated and it would be easy to mess up, starting in the middle.” Armin nodded as he sat back down. Sitting next to Jean again was somehow both awkward and comforting. Armin still felt off, and not in the happiest mood, but he hoped he could force himself back into an okay mindset. He wasn’t sure if being this close would help or hinder his mood, but now that they were both seated he couldn’t get up and move without making it even more weird.
Jean acted like he didn’t noticed Armin’s body subtly trembling as he seated himself back at the table. He knew it wasn’t entirely his fault, but Jean couldn’t help but feel like a total dickhead for the state Armin was in. Jean hadn’t meant any harm by acting, well, himself, but he wasn’t stupid and could see there was a time to just be quiet.
Jean refrained from speaking as they finished the homework, only checking in with Armin and asking a few more questions. No talking, no chance for things to blow up again, and Armin could go home with a guilt-free conscious. By the end, it was almost silent as he was actually understanding the formula and didn’t need Armin’s assistance. That was, until the next class session where they would be taught something new and Jean would be utterly lost again.
“Holy shit,” Jean said as he finished the last grueling problem. “We’re done.”“Yes. You did very well. I checked your answers against mine and they’re the same. So as long as I get a good grade, you will too.” Armin forced his smile. He wanted to go back to his dorm as soon as possible to decompress. He didn’t even care if he skipped the dining hall and just had a few left over snacks. The sooner he could be alone, the better.
Armin’s tone sounded almost robotic to the socially adapt Jean. It was clear the two felt the same, wanting nothing more than to get out of this situation. Armin really could have left when he had the chance earlier, yet it was clear he had some sense of guilt that kept him to the end. Despite being a small omega, Armin had a lot of fight in him which Jean already found admirable.
“Too bad you can’t help me during the test, or I’d ace it for sure,” Jean said lightly. He turned his head towards the window, seeing the sun beginning to set. It was fall, so the nights were slowly becoming longer. It was likely chilly outside, too.
“I’m sure you’re starving, so I won’t keep you any longer,” Jean began to pack up his things, attempting to act casual. All the sudden, Jean realized how hungry he was–being in a high state of emotion had put his other bodily functions on hold, apparently.
@strawberry-sea-bunny
After his work shift, Jean walked down the street to a family-owned boutique that stocked a variety of handmade goods. He had passed it many times, but never had a reason to actually venture in until now. Inside, he was greeted by a shopkeeper, likely a fellow student, but he informed her he was just browsing for a gift. Jean wasn’t exactly sure where to start, but since Armin’s tutoring actually improved his most recent test score, he knew he needed to say thank you.Armin was studying in his room when he got Jean’s text. It was a bit unexpected that his phone would chime just then. Historia usually would text him after class but it was still too early for that. He checked it right away in case she needed him, but found that it was actually Jean that texted.
Armin read his messages from Jean and thought about the three options. They all sounded good, but Jean had unknowingly included Armin’s favorite place. He felt torn between being honest with Jean, and being convenient. Would it be the most polite to let Jean pick, or would Jean be upset that he wasn’t forthcoming with his opinion?
Armin decided it was safer to text Historia first and ask her opinion. Hey, if an alpha asked me out to dinner and gives me options on where to go, does that mean they want me to pick or would it be more polite to leave it up to them?
OMG YOU HAVE A DATE???? WHO IS IT????
As much as Armin disagreed with texting in class, he did appreciate Historia responding promptly. It’s Jean, and it’s just a thank you dinner for me tutoring him. Do I pick or do I let him?
It’s safe and polite to pick from the options he gave you. WHEN IS YOUR DATE THO????
Not sure yet.
Keep me updated! Let’s go shopping for a cute outfit for the occasion later!
Armin inwardly groaned when he read Historia’s response. He greatly appreciated her help in things like this, but he was pretty sure she was over reacting. It wasn’t a date date. At least he didn’t think so. He was pretty sure it was just Jean’s way of saying thank you and offering to be friends. Either way, he knew what to say to Jean now.
Sushi is my favorite.
Armin felt his heart flutter and his belly do flips. He didn’t need a ride, but why did he love the idea of Jean picking him up like they were going on a date? Was he getting ahead of things by thinking maybe this did feel more like a date date? Was he reading too much into it? Friends gave each other rides too. It wasn’t something only for couples.
I’m free Friday! I have a car, but do you think parking might be an issue if we drive separately?
Armin pressed send and then inwardly cringed when he read his own message back to himself. Did the exclamation point make him seem too eager? Was he making it obvious that he really wanted the ride even if he didn’t need it?
cont.
Armin felt his body slow down under the weight and warmth of Jean’s hand. His breathing started to even out, and the feeling of dizziness started to fade. When he looked up at Jean his face didn’t look amused, just concerned.
“I’m sorry too. I… I’m not good at socializing with people my age.” Armin said softly. “Especially alphas. I dont… I’m just… I’m sorry I’m not what you probably expected.”
Jean finally felt like he could breathe as Armin almost instantly calmed from his touch. That was weird, but Jean wasn’t going to question it when all he wanted was to diffuse the situation. Armin had stopped crying and stilled his rush towards the library’s exit. “I didn’t expect anything,” Jean said lightly. “I mean, I didn’t even think you would say yes in the first place, to be honest.”
The two of them stood awkwardly near their table, Jean’s backpack and other things still there, in limbo. Jean didn’t want to pretend to understand Armin’s struggles with socializing, or come across as patronizing. “Anyways, I can finish the rest of the homework myself,” Jean said, already doubting that Armin would ever help him again.“I… no. I’ll stay. I said I would help you. Plus… I’ll feel like it’s my fault if you don’t get a good grade at this point.” Armin replied, feeling a lot of guilt as he set his bag back down. He hated the way he felt like he made a fool of himself and hoped that staying would make him feel better in the long run.
“Um, okay,” Jean replied, completely shocked. Jean’s grades definitely weren’t Armin’s responsibility, but at this point Jean didn’t have any desire to playfully argue as he would. If Armin felt a little guilty for how this study session had been going, then the two of them could call it even.
He sat down on the chair again, exhaling and hoping to end things on an alright note. His notebook was as he left it, open on the table with the unfinished problem Jean had been attempting before things spiraled out of control. “Maybe we should start over,” Jean said, both figuratively and literally.“That’s probably for the best. This problem is complicated and it would be easy to mess up, starting in the middle.” Armin nodded as he sat back down. Sitting next to Jean again was somehow both awkward and comforting. Armin still felt off, and not in the happiest mood, but he hoped he could force himself back into an okay mindset. He wasn’t sure if being this close would help or hinder his mood, but now that they were both seated he couldn’t get up and move without making it even more weird.
Jean acted like he didn’t noticed Armin’s body subtly trembling as he seated himself back at the table. He knew it wasn’t entirely his fault, but Jean couldn’t help but feel like a total dickhead for the state Armin was in. Jean hadn’t meant any harm by acting, well, himself, but he wasn’t stupid and could see there was a time to just be quiet.
Jean refrained from speaking as they finished the homework, only checking in with Armin and asking a few more questions. No talking, no chance for things to blow up again, and Armin could go home with a guilt-free conscious. By the end, it was almost silent as he was actually understanding the formula and didn’t need Armin’s assistance. That was, until the next class session where they would be taught something new and Jean would be utterly lost again.
“Holy shit,” Jean said as he finished the last grueling problem. “We’re done.”
@strawberry-sea-bunny
After his work shift, Jean walked down the street to a family-owned boutique that stocked a variety of handmade goods. He had passed it many times, but never had a reason to actually venture in until now. Inside, he was greeted by a shopkeeper, likely a fellow student, but he informed her he was just browsing for a gift. Jean wasn’t exactly sure where to start, but since Armin’s tutoring actually improved his most recent test score, he knew he needed to say thank you.Armin was studying in his room when he got Jean’s text. It was a bit unexpected that his phone would chime just then. Historia usually would text him after class but it was still too early for that. He checked it right away in case she needed him, but found that it was actually Jean that texted.
Armin read his messages from Jean and thought about the three options. They all sounded good, but Jean had unknowingly included Armin’s favorite place. He felt torn between being honest with Jean, and being convenient. Would it be the most polite to let Jean pick, or would Jean be upset that he wasn’t forthcoming with his opinion?
Armin decided it was safer to text Historia first and ask her opinion. Hey, if an alpha asked me out to dinner and gives me options on where to go, does that mean they want me to pick or would it be more polite to leave it up to them?
OMG YOU HAVE A DATE???? WHO IS IT????
As much as Armin disagreed with texting in class, he did appreciate Historia responding promptly. It’s Jean, and it’s just a thank you dinner for me tutoring him. Do I pick or do I let him?
It’s safe and polite to pick from the options he gave you. WHEN IS YOUR DATE THO????
Not sure yet.
Keep me updated! Let’s go shopping for a cute outfit for the occasion later!
Armin inwardly groaned when he read Historia’s response. He greatly appreciated her help in things like this, but he was pretty sure she was over reacting. It wasn’t a date date. At least he didn’t think so. He was pretty sure it was just Jean’s way of saying thank you and offering to be friends. Either way, he knew what to say to Jean now.
Sushi is my favorite.
