Jean Marco Smut

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  Jean, just the mentioning of his name was a ravishing melody that rung in my ear. Every single thing he did made me blush. From the little things like simply sneezing or the embarrassing things like tripping over his adorable feet. I always wanted to tell him that I liked him, but I knew the outcome would most likely be a no and an eternally awkward aura between us if I actually did tell him. Keeping my mouth shut would be best. Being friends with him was good enough, yet it hurt me to realize we would never be more than that. He liked Mikasa. I was so very envious. She's strong, she's pretty, she's a girl. She's everything that Jean would have ever wanted. Probably the only thing Jean even wants. It's like starving while standing in front of a huge pile of delicious pile of gourmet food, yet you're not allowed to eat it at all. You're only allowed to be taunted by its seductive scent. It's hell. It brings tears of frustration and sadness. The worst thing is, I've been craving him for years.

   " Whoa! Look at her go!"  

" She's even running ahead of all of the guys"

   It was training day on the track, and of  course, everyone was cheering at Mikasa's athleticism, especially Jean, who was running right beside me and  oogling at her like a pile of  money.

   I was sick of her. I just wanted to do something different, just this once. With all of my might, I ran ahead of Jean. I ran ahead of everyone. My legs felt as if they would turn to rubber at any moment. But my ambitious desire for Jean's attention is what fueled me. " Marco what the hell are you-" The voice began to fade away. I was finnally catching up to Mikasa. It's what I needed to accomplish my need. I was tired, I was running out of breath.

 Come on Marco, just a little more! 

Suddenly, a whistle was blown.

" It's time to bring it in!" Shouted trainee captain keith

   I fell to the ground in a state of shock. You said you were only going to do this once, and you failed. There is no other chance now. My mind flooded with all of the times Jean looked at Mikasa, more than anything else. How he would tell me how great she is.

   I  felt like crying. Why Mikasa? To top the situation, Jean came over and placed his hand on my shoulder.

  " Marco, you look kind of upset. What's wrong?",He asked. 

   I covered my eyes with my hands and ran off. It didn't matter that I was even tired anymore. I just wanted to hide. I ran towards our cabin. Opened the door. Slammed it. Threw myself on my bed. Seconds later, I was interupted by a flood of sunlight against the wall and the sounds of huffing and puffing.

" MARCO YOU FUCKING IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

   It was Jean holding the door wide open. Then slamming it. He angrily walked towards me.

  " J-just get out of here Jean, I-" 

   He grabbed me by the collar. 

   " SHUT UP! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS ABOUT YOU? EVERYONE ELSE IS GETTING READY TO SETTLE IN AND I'M LITERALLY GETTING MYSELF IN TROUBLE TO SEE WHY YOU'RE ACTING LIKE SUCH A LITTLE KID!'

   " I CAN'T SAY WHY!", I shouted.

   He held me closer. Our faces were almost touching.

   " You better fucking tell me right now you little shit. I care about you, you know that?", He growled .

   " DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHY?"

  " YEAH" 

   " BECAUSE OF MIKASA!" 

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