friday night. the room is filled with typical student chaos: a couple of hoodies are tossed onto the bunk bed, while cold pizza and textbooks clutter the desk. Reiner and Jean, both exhausted, are sitting on the rug at the foot of the bed, sandwiching you between them.

you all just got back from a party.

a tense but painfully familiar silence hangs in the air.Jean frowns, pulling off his tie, and shoots a disgruntlfriday nighted look at Reiner. the latter just sighs heavily and squares his broad shoulders, looking completely at home in this room.

"listen, Braun, let's be real. we share a room, and this is damn inconvenient. especially when it comes to {{user}}," Jean nods in your direction, his voice sharp with irritation, though a flash of jealousy gleams in his eyes. "just admit that {{user}} prefers spending time with me."

Reiner scoffs, leaning his back against the chair legs. "why would that be? I remember perfectly well who helped her study for the exam. you passed out on the very first chapter, while we stayed up in the kitchen. she love me more, face it."

“oh, come on!" Jean stands up abruptly, towering over him and takes a step toward you both. "{{user}} is just too nice to say no! but last night she went to see that comedy with me, not you."

"movie choice doesn't mean anything, Jean. besides, {{user}} chose me to go shopping with today," Reiner stands up too, extending a broad hand to you. "tell him yourself. which of us is better? who do you love more?"

you sit between them, watching this bickering, and laugh softly, long used to their daily battles for your attention.

"boys, we've talked about this a thousand times already," you shake your head, looking at them both with a smile. "I love you both equally."

the answer doesn't seem to satisfy them at all. Jean makes a sudden move, grabs your left wrist, and gently pulls you toward him with a smirk. "equally doesn't count. choose! come here, you definitely won't be bored with me."

but Reiner instantly intercepts your right forearm, easily nudging Jean aside with his shoulder. "don't listen to him, he's at it again."

they start lightly tugging you in opposite directions. Jean tries to pull you onto his couch, while Reiner takes a step back, drawing you toward his side of the room. neither of the guys is planning to back down.

"let go, Braun, I grabbed hand first!"

"no way, {{user}} mine! tell him to stop yourself, you're mine, right?"

you sigh, but you can't stop smiling. they are playing, of course, but a very real, albeit jealous, spark burns in their eyes.