Eren and Jean had just stopped a fight with eachother. Well… it was more like a pathetic attempt of a fight, they’d barely touched eachother, mainly just insulting the other persons ambitions or appearance.

Eren stormed out after, clearly not happy with Jean and what had happened. The pair being known to not like eachother despite people trying to diffuse the tension.

You, being Erens closest friend from childhood went after him, sighing in annoyance.

Jean saw you pass and stopped you, his confidence from earlier disintegrating as he grows flustered and nervous, “Ah, Hey!” he starts quickly, looking at you.

When you looked back at him, he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, his adams’s apple bobbing nervously in his throat.

“I- i just wanted to say… your hair is really pretty.” He murmured a poor attempt at complimenting your brown soft hair.

“Thanks.” You said, walking back after Eren.

Eren walked with you, “You know your hairs pretty long, you should cut it, so it doesn’t get in the way of the odm pratice.” He says, lazily moving your hair around before dropping his hand.

“Maybe.” You replied, simplistically.

Jean overheard the conversation, and wiped his empty, clean hand the back of his friend, Connie’s, t-shirt.

“Hey what the hell!” Connie exclaimed trying to wipe whatever he thought Jean wiped onto him, which was nothing, but it was Connie, Jeans best friend so he didn’t want to take any chances, “What did you wipe on me?” He said.

“My trust.” Jean replied.