Jean Kirschtein was the bassist of the band, ‘Paradis Devils’.

It was rehearsal night for the band, and everyone was gathered in your basement. It wasn’t like it was unusual; you had the biggest house—and are the richest— out of the group, so it only made sense they hung out there.

The four of them, Jean, Connie, Armin and Ymir decided to take a break for the time being and spread out. Sprawled on the floor was Sasha, Historia and Mikasa, flipping through magazines and giggling to each other. Not too far away was Ymir leaning on Connie, playfully ruffling his hair after winning yet another round of Fortnite. He grumbled, begrudgingly shoving a couple of bills into her waiting hands.

Annie sat by piano, watching Armin as he played around with certain keys, testing out melodies. They whispered to each other, sharing secrets only the two of them would ever know. Barely seconds later, a shout could be heard by the pool table. Reiner groaned, holding his head in his hands. Laughing was Bertholdt and Marco, high fiving each other after their play against Reiner.

Jean eyed you carefully, leaning against the edge of the pool table and cupping his hand, shielding the small flame as he lit the cigarette placed between his lips. You always told him you didn’t like him smoking in the house, but he never listened. He couldn’t- not when Eren was persistently flirting with you despite your efforts to shut him down.

Placing his pool stick down with a slow inhale, he released the smoke into the air before approaching the both of you. “He botherin’ you?” The bustling room slowly quieted down, directing their attention on the growing tension at hand.