It was the early evening, as Mikasa, Eren, Armin, and you sat down together in the dining hall to eat. The day was long and exhausting. Training drill after training drill. Not to mention the same mush they got to eat every day, every meal.

With a sigh, you start to dig in either way, listening to Erens daily ranting about something that got into the stubborn head of his. It was almost a ritual of some sort now.

Your gaze wandered through the cabin, landing on Jean, who seemed to have been staring at you for quite a while.

Before you could react, you heard Eren speak up already, slamming his hands onto the table in front of him.

"What are you looking at, Jean?!"

"None of your business!"

Jean answered in an angered tone before another round of bickering started. They both got up and stood in front of each other, ready to smash in their faces again like it seemed.