Complexity- Armin x Reader

Chapter 11: The Backdrop

"Someone's been awfully observant."

"So you don't deny it?" Eren quirked an eyebrow.

"I do, actually. Like I said, we were studying. And what do I have to gain from dating Y/n? I'd lose the bet because she would be dating me instead of asking Blondie out."

"Hm. Well, if that's the case, then you wouldn't mind if I asked you what topic for the German project you two were going over?"

Jean rolled his eyes at him and complied. "Sure. She helped me with the culture and traditions component."

Eren grinned widely and shouted. "AHA! YOU ARE LYING!"

Jean furrowed his brows at the brunette who chuckled evilly.

"I heard from Armin that the two of you were working on THE ENGLISH ASSIGNMENT! Not the German one."

Jean's eyes widened and his face went slack at the sight of Eren's accusatory stare.

"Oh, fu-"

"Jean, you absolute dumbass, I gotchu now!" Eren clapped his hands once in victory and Jean put a hand against his temple, shaking his head and groaning. "Now, what were you really doing with Y/n, huh? You better not hurt my homie Armin-"

"Eren, it's really not what you think." Jean looked at Eren sincerely, but the brunette only shook his head.

"Then explain to me why your jacket was on her!"

"'Cause she got cold! The girl practically freezes over when she's not wearing a sweater!"

"How generous of you, but I still don't believe you."

"God, Eren, you're being annoying, just mind your own business!"

"I'm not going to mind my own business when this involves Armin. Jean, what you're doing is not cool, man."

"Ok, fine!" Jean shouted and looked at Eren frantically, hoping to defuse the whole situation before it spiraled it out of control. "I wasn't on a date with Y/n. But you're still probably going to get mad at the reason."

The brunette halted his heated interrogation and froze at the statement, furrowing his brows a moment later.

"What do you mean?"

Cupping the bottom half of his face with his hand, Jean sighed. "I was...helping her try to confess to Armin."

Jean winced at Eren's blank expression. The brunette blinked and stared intently at the boy in front of him. He then, with green eyes glaring and teeth gritting, spoke.

"You what?"

"Look, Eren, calm down-"

"You fucking weasel, that's cheating! Now you definitely have to let me and Reiner help Armin if that's how it's going to be!"

"So I'm a weasel now?"

"Damn straight!" And with that, Eren stomped off into the boy's locker room, grumbling about how meddlesome Jean was. Jean followed closely behind, biting the inside of his cheek as he inwardly sighed. He had just lowered his chances at winning.

But he didn't worry much about that. What did seem troublesome to him was that now Eren and Reiner were going to meddle in their two friends' love lives. And those two definitely didn't have any love lives of their own.

Jean sat at the bench situated in front of his locker as his fingers turned the combination of his lock. He opened the metallic locker and kept one hand at the top of the open door, running his other hand through his damp, brown locks.