The stadium erupted in chaos, as cheers echoed through the compact building. A whir of colours flashed through the crowd as the commentator's voice congratulated the winners, Team Kyojin, for yet another win. A gloved hand punched the goal post angrily, as sweat dripped lazily down his cheeks. Again. Fuckin' again.
A freckled boy came running up, a grin adoring his face despite their loss. Grass stained his white shorts, making his legs look incredibly tan in comparison.
"Come on, Jean! It's just a game." Defiant eyes met those of a much gentler and Jean felt a heavy sigh emit from his throat.
"Ugh, fine. C'mon, let's get out of here before I feel like more a loser." Marco laughed lightly in response, earning a short smirk to appear on Jean's lips as he strolled back into the building, away from the harsh lighting and ear deafening celebration of their loss. Peeling off his shirt, Jean felt the usual rant come upon him as the sticky sweat reminded him of their failure. Stepping into the shower, he blasted up the hot water, glancing over to Marco who was doing the exact thing in the opposing cubicle. Despite Marco having his eyes shut, Jean knew he was already waiting to listen to hear the profanities and excuses that Jean would sulk about.
"Y'know, we should have fucking won that game. If Connie stopped complaining for one moment about how he couldn't fit into whatever bromance Reiner and Berthold have, and instead taken control when the ball was near him, then the outcome would have totally been different. And defence, like fuck me, what sort of defence was that?! I swear if we freakin' loose again to Kyojin I'm going to fuck up that, Jaegar. Did you see that look, Marco! Did you? He totally thinks we suck and ugh...that douche bag is so annoying." Jean growled as he massaged the shampoo into his scalp, washing away the grime and irritability.
Marco just chuckled lightly as he watched fondly as Jean's face screwed up unattractively. "Hey Jean, we're going out after this, want to come? It's only to the college coffee shop but I think everyone wanted to unwind before the next game. We need to work on our tactics."
Opening an eye to grab his towel, Jean shut the water off as he wrapped the material around his hips.
"Sure, man. Maybe there will be some cute girls there. I need to get laid." The teen strolled over to his locker, roughly pulling on some jeans and a plain hoodie. Marco followed suit, eyes glued to the floor politely. Once they were done, Jean checked his appearance one last time, grinning lewdly at his reflection. He was the fucking bomb; he was definitely going to pull sometime soon.
The jingling of the bell sounded as the coffee shop door opened, the scent of coffee smacking Jean in the face. Talk about being subtle. Pulling his hood down as Marco scoured the shop for their friends; Jean looked around for any possible "victims". Eheh. This sly fox was going to get his vixen tonight. A familiar face jumped up, his cropped hair making him look bald in this lighting, which amused Jean to no end.
"Marco, Jean! Over here!"
The two walked over, noticing Annie had joined the table, her gaze else-where. The blonde was...intimidating. Jean gulped quietly, hoping she wouldn't make any sudden movements; her aura not being anything comforting. Seizing the opportunity to escape already, Jean nudged Marco in the side.
"Oi, I'm going off to order. What do you want?"
"Tea; I'll pay you back when we get to the dorm." The freckled young man smiled softly, graciously taking the nearest chair as Connie began to recall one of his "famous" stories. Checking that he did indeed have money, Jean made his way over to the counter, glancing up at the blackboard at the possible options. The queue was moving steadily, giving Jean time to make the important decision of, "what-drink-can-I-actually-pronounce-whilst-still-looking-cool."
"Hello, can I take your order please?" A light voice rung out from deep within his thoughts, causing Jean to come back down to reality and realise he was now at the front of the queue. A flush rushed across his cheeks as he looked down at his server, a petite blonde smiling up at him. Blue eyes gazed innocently upwards which was complimented by the blonde bob adoring their face, fringe scruffy from constantly being pushed back due to steam and hot drinks. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
"Um...excuse me. You do want to order, right?"
"T-Tea! Yeah...um yeah. Tea." Jean grinned awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his undercut, trying to control whatever creature had a grasp of his heart. Nodding, the blonde server turned around, beginning to boil the water and get the preparations ready. Casting his eyes down, Jean couldn't help but admire the soft shoulders, leading down to a delicate back and what would presumably be a curved ass. Feeling his pants begin to tighten, Jean exhaled shakily. Was it him, or was it really stupidly fucking hot in here?!
The blonde turned, facing Jean again as they passed over the drink, slender fingers brushing accidentally against those of his. The sudden contact made Jean's chest lurch and was his imagination, or did he see blondie's cheeks pinken? Fumbling for the money in his back pocket, Jean brought out the correct amount of coins, placing them on the wooden counter. Get her number. Blondie picked up the coins, depositing them into the till. Get her number. Blondie smiled briefly at Jean, azure eyes sparkling in the low light. Get her number. Jean opened his mouth before being rudely shoved forward by the next customer, who was obviously not appreciating how long the brat was being. Blondie quickly began to serve the next person and Jean's mouth dropped slightly in disappointment as he realised the missed opportunity.
Grabbing the drink he quickly approached the table, freezing when he realised he hadn't even ordered his own drink. Fucking Marco's. Growling he collapsed onto a chair, ungratefully slamming the drink in front of his best friend as he face-desked the wooden table. Fuck.
"Jean...you okay?" Marco's worried voice could be heard but the man decided to ignore him, instead focusing on the cutie that served him.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would come back and order. Tomorrow he would come back, order and get her name and number.
After all, he was the bomb. Eheh.
Armin poured coffee after coffee for grumpy business men and women, they all wore the same expression and didn't thank him.
He was sweaty and hot. He wanted to tie his hair up but every time he went to, Sasha would spin him round to serve another customer. He served a mother with 3 screaming children giving them small gingerbreads to shut them up.
The smell of coffee mixed with the heat had given him a headache and he was starting to force his smile. When he heard the bell ring again and the soccer team yell his head ached; he made a soft noise and served the mother, smiling sweetly.
He looked up again to be faced with a handsome boy; he immediately recognized him from the soccer team. Jean Kirchstein or something like that. He frowned a little, racking his brains; he shook his head and smiled.
"Hello, can I take your order please?" Armin smiled through his headache and watched Jean, the boy seemed enchanted with his face and stared intently, it was making him uncomfortable and he asked again warily.
Jean finally managed to stutter out an answer along with a awkward grin that made him look pained. The blonde nodded and turned around, sorting out the teenagers order. Sasha was chatting loudly to everyone and his brain pounded more.
He added sugar cubes and a complimentary Christmas biscuit and handed it to Jean, their fingers brushing, his cheeks flushed at the contact. Jeans fingers were cool and Armin wanted the cool to sooth his forehead. However instead he quickly took the money and Jean opened his mouth to say more, but soon got pushed along by Levi. Armin smiled weakly and got his regular takeaway order; he could feel Jeans eyes watching him and he couldn't wait for his shift to end.
Armin pushed open the door to his shared apartment and said a quiet 'Hello". Mikasa poked her head around the corner and handed him two paracetamols and a cup of tea.
"Dinners ready when you want it~" She smiled.
"I've got homework so I'll take it with me" Armin smiled back and took his pills, he always felt better at home; it was clean and didn't hurt his brain like the coffee shop did. He took his plate of vegetarian whatever Mikasa had made him and pushed Erens door open, sitting on the sofa with Eren who seemed to be absorbed with the xBox.
"How was work?" Eren didn't even look at Armin, he braced himself for the whining about how shit Armin's job was.
"It was horrible; again we had like seven hundred grumpy business people followed by mums with screaming children." Armin took a break to stuff a fork full of food into his mouth and continued talking "My head hurt already and coffee just gives me the worst pain ever, and then the soccer team came in and were all yelling about how the other team and Connie was yelling stuff at Sasha and Sasha was screaming back and it all got too much to be honest, and then Jean Kirchstein-"
"Horse boy?" Eren looked at him "Ugly dude, stupid hair cut?"
"Uh, yeah I guess?"
"Ugh, I hate that dude; he hates our team because we always beat them." Eren growled and took his game off pause.
"Anyway, he came in and was staring at me and making me uncomfortable, I'm having a bad day anyway and I'm just not in the mood to be stared at like some piece of meat, but I put on this stupid forced smile and served him and Sasha said he was staring at my butt, like wow, is he gay? And he stared at me till they left and I've just been pissed off since then." Armin took a deep breath and smiled.
Eren wasn't even looking at him and took a swig of his glass of coke.
"Eren, you're such a good listener, you don't complain when I talk to you, you just sit there and listen" Armin smiled and ate another mouthful; he felt better being too naïve to even notice Eren wasn't listening.
Armin lay in the bath and stared at the ceiling, his mind was wandering to the handsome boy and he bit his lip, was Jean Kirchstein actually interested or was he being dared to pull him along. He sighed and created bubbles in the water before he heard a knock at the door.
"Yeah?"
"Night Armin, make sure you go to bed early, you have college tomorrow." Mikasa's voice rang through the door
"Oh yeah of course, night Mikasa~" Armin smiled and sighed softly, sinking under the water, he opened his eyes and breathed out. He felt tired and his brain was confused. It wasn't often he was confused but he was when it came to Jean - he sat up again and slicked his hair back; he didn't even want to be in a relationship, school was more important than a boyfriend! He nodded and scolded himself quietly.
He knew he was blowing it out of proportion and it was just his mind. He scowled as he dried himself off - he was good at science, not good at boyfriends and kissing and uh... Sex.
Armin shook his head and unlocked the door, going to his small room and closed the door, he just wanted to sleep now and flopped down on his bed, not even bothering to do anything with his hair and he fell asleep quickly.
He'd worry about it tomorrow.
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