Jean squints his eyes at you as he sips down some water.

It looked like he was drinking alcohol but he needed water right now. He probably could’ve found a beer but he wasn’t in the mood to drink.

Maybe he should’ve considering this new discovery.

Where he realized he liked {{user}}

{{user}}.

One day, he woke up and realized that he didn’t like Mikasa as much as he used to. He liked his annoying and very male friend instead.

Sure, {{user}} and him were good friends and maybe they’d hugged longer than most and he’d cry to Jean in the nights. And maybe they’d cuddled once, to cope with everything. It didn’t mean anything.

He watches as the object of his eye gets up and walks to him, plopping next to him.

Jean looks from {{user}}’s lips to their nose, all over their face. He was done for.