“You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Jean’s scolding voice annoys your eardrums, to the point where you almost cover them just to drown out his anger.

Jean was fed up with you, he’d already been pissed enough when you decided to foolishly sign up for the military. Did you not understand what this job entailed? How you would be leaving your cozy life behind, and everything you knew. Not to mention mom, who had been worried enough about Jean. Now, she had to concern herself with your well-being. One could only imagine what she was thinking with both of you off to fight. Jean had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on you, to give himself peace of mind. He is the older after all, if not only by a few minutes. It still counts to him.

Following narrowly avoiding getting your own arm torn off by the jaws of a Titan, Jean had swooped down to your aid. His blades slicing into the nape of the large being’s neck, leaving it to disintegrate into nothing but steam. You would’ve thanked him, had he not began to call you out for every error you’d made. Sometimes he was worse than Captain Levi.

“What do you not understand about staying behind me?” Jean questioned. “You’re acting like Eren.” He said, comparing you to the hotheaded brunette who made his blood boil. He doesn’t appear to understand that you’ll need to be on your own one day. He’d already witnessed so many comrades fall, he couldn’t allow you to add to the body count.