The various first kisses shared by Jean and Mikasa as viewed by Jeankasa shippers

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megagrams answered: accidental head smash involving 3-d gear. they were into it.

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He watched from the ground as she soared through the air, lithe body moving gracefully, torso twisting just so she could go faster. Jean couldn't help but whistle at the sight, eyes gleaming in admiration and fondness. It was fascinating how well she could glide among the trees; it was like it was natural to her, like she was born knowing how to use her 3D maneuver.

It was as easy as breathing.

Mikasa disappeared behind the foliage a moment before Connie arrived running, Sasha hot on his heels. Jean half to look at the approaching duo, and took a step back so they wouldn't run over him. "The last one to get to the finish line has to kiss Reiner!" The guy shouted as he shot his hooks up, and Jean faintly heard as the blonde cursed loudly at what Connie said.

Reiner approached him, hands firmly placed on his hips as he stared off in the direction they took off. "You know, Jean," the shorter guy turned his head to face him, eyebrow raised in a silent question, "better start running."

Jean sprinted away the moment the blond turned to face him, lips pursed and ready to kiss him. He had never run with so much vigor, he was never that fast. His hooks shot up as he glided away, short hair wildly moving in the wind as he moved from tree to tree, quickly catching up to Connie and Sasha. "I don't know about you guys," he smoothly landed on a branch and ran its entire length, shooting off once he neared its end, "I'm not going to kiss Reiner. Not now, not ever."

With that said, he used more of his gas to boost away from the duo, all the while laughing at the top of his lungs and feeling the excitement coursing through his veins. It was thrilling. The feel of the air on his face, his heart beating a hundred miles per hour on his chest, the blurred scenery, the smell of nature and wet earthy soil. Everything was exhilarating.

He was jerked back suddenly, the air rushing out of his lungs as he spun around quickly. His mind was spinning, his vision was getting blurry, his stomach twisted, and his back hit a tree bark, hard. Jean wheezed, lips parting to take in a deep breath when something went straight into him; the impact made more air rush out of him – and directly into another mouth.

Both parties widened their eyes, hot caramel meeting a grayish shade of blue, and Jean found the courage to slip his eyes shut and boldly kiss the dark haired beauty that was tangled in a mess of cables with him. Mikasa remained unmoving and blinked dumbly at him; she was at a loss of what to say or do, but her eyelids slowly dropped and she tilted her head ever so slightly. Through her shock, she barely heard as people zipped through the air and landed not too far from them.

"Well," it was Reiner. Jean quickly pulled away and blushed hot crimson, and dared not to look at the girl pressed against him who was staring off into space with wide eyes. "Seems like I'm late."

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alice-the-sb answered: He asks her says that the feeling's mutual but won't enter a says he's willing to wait,then she kisses him.

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The day had come and Jean found himself pacing nervously around his room in the Scouting Legion Headquarters, growing more and more anxious with every tick of the clock. Glancing at the mirror, he checked his hair, running a hand through it for what felt like the thousandth time. He checked his breath, examined his teeth closely, ran his hands to smooth his pants and sweater, and kicked out a very angry Eren when said boy barged into his room babbling nonsense at the top of his lungs.

It was ridiculous to admit, but the suicidal loser's words were making him feel edgy about it all. But he managed to gulp down his fears and grabbed a spare jacket he had, and marched out the door before he could question himself if asking her out was a wise choice. Of course it was, Jean scoffed and shook his head; he had finally asked her out after years of loving her from afar, now was the time to show her how much he cared.

And so he jogged from his room to the back door of the fortress, slowing down to a walk before he could enter her line of vision. Mikasa was standing by two saddled horses and carefully petted them, back turned to him and long red skirt swaying in the breeze. Her dark hair was loose, cascading down her back, and Jean held a lock of her soft hair between his fingers before he realized what he was doing.

"Sorry," he murmured, cheeks heating up, and he accepted the reins that were passed to him (he also felt heat spread all over his face when their hands brushes slightly).

"We can't go out after curfew." Mikasa mounted her mare and held it in place until he was situated on top of his own.

"I asked Irvin for permission." Her eyebrows raised and her lips twisted in what seemed to be (and he deeply hoped it was) an amused smile. Grinning sheepishly, he kicked his horse and they galloped away and into the small forest beside the headquarters.

It was early spring, but the cold winter air lingered among the trees and at the top of hills. Hooves crushed the remaining dry leaves on the floor; dark hair flowed behind her as she galloped just slightly ahead of him, and he would never complain because the sight of her riding so peacefully was breathtaking. Jean kept his eyes trained on her figure, on the way her fingers curled around the reins, the way her back remained completely straight through the whole ride, the way her eyes fluttered open and close when she turned around to face him once they got to the village.

Jean grabbed her by the shirt when she shifted, ready to jump off her horse. "Ah, Mikasa, before we go," he licked his suddenly too dry lips, his throat tightening, "there's something I need to tell you."

She nodded as he retreated his hand, and she noticed how his fingers viciously gripped the reins, knuckles visibly turning white. "I... I really-" Jean glanced away and blushed under her intent stare, "I really like you."

His shoulders dropped in defeat. He didn't even sound like himself. His confession sounded like a squeak in his ears, it also seemed like he was mumbling. Damn it, he wanted to kick himself into the depths of hell.

But Mikasa being who she was, managed to hear it and quite clearly due to her sharp hearing. "I appreciate it, Jean," she confessed, "and I hope you can accept my feelings as well." He snapped his head up to meet her gaze and he could already feel his heart bursting with joy. "But I can't afford to get into a relationship right now."

Although that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear, he was happy nonetheless. Mikasa was already his, in a sense. "It-It's okay." The poor guy could barely hide the excitement in his voice, but even if he hid it from her, Mikasa would see his happiness through his unusually bright eyes. "I'm willing to wait for you. Even if takes a week or five years, I'll wait for you."

Her horse moved around until it was standing closer to his own, and he stiffened when her hand softly grasped his shoulder. The dark haired girl tilted her head and leaned in, lips touching his for a short and sweet moment before she pulled away with a small smile on her face. Running her thumb over his red cheek and silently chuckling to herself, she tugged on the reins so her horse would move away and start towards the village.

Resurfacing from his daze, Jean shook his head to clear his mind and kicked his horse, a wide grin stretching on his lips.