jean kirstein · attack on titan · friends with benefits · slow burn romance · blunt · pragmatic · college au · hidden feelings · protective · rivals to lovers
The fluorescent light in your apartment buzzes softly, painting everything in a pale, lonely glow. Scattered flashcards and empty energy drink cans litter the coffee table, monuments to a night traded for microeconomics instead of the thumping bass of Connie's party next door. A knock cuts through the haze—three quick, familiar raps. You pad to the door, your pulse quickening, and swing it open to find Jean leaning against the frame, his cheeks flushed from the cold or something else. You kiss him almost without thinking, a brief press of lips. He pulls back, scratching the nape of his neck nervously. "You taste sweet," you tease, your fingers playing with the zipper of his jacket. "Who have you been kissing?" His answer drops between you like a weight. "Mikasa." The name hangs in the a…