From Two Different worlds [Reader Insert]

Chapter 3

Here you are. Walking down a random street on the way to who knows where. The refugee camp wasn't your cup of tea, seeing as that many adults were selfish and cared not of the younger. Being tired of everything you packed up your nonexisting personal items and started to walk north. Obviously, you were already in the Trost district since that's where the majority of southerners fled to. Although you were wondering in what area Jean lived in and how he lives his life. Definitively not feeling homicidal like Eren or Mikasa and not smart like Armin, hasn't committed genocide like the titan trio.

Then again what do you know, you're just a ten year old.

While walking you started kicking a small pebble repeatedly as a form of distraction as you wandered aimlessly. You quite enjoyed it, although you kept pondering where you were going to get your sustenance from since it was the government that was feeding you for all those days.

Screw them and their shitty bread. I can live without their help.

Probably. At Least you hope so.

You groaned loudly as your pebble landed somewhere far away and going after it would make you leave the straight line you have imagined in your head to follow. "Man this place sucks," you grumbled as you felt forced to look at the surroundings while walking. It wasn't different from the refuge area or shiganshina, it was the usual markets, people, some animals, a random kid crying.

Wait, what.

He kept rubbing his eyes as he walked towards your direction. His clothes were covered in dirt, he had small bruises all over him.

"Stupid jerks," he mumbled quietly as he bumped into you. He didn't seem to care he bumped into someone with the whole crying and sort but you couldn't help but worry. You stopped and slightly tugged his shirt although immediately regretted it. You've never been one to comfort those who are sad, you would simply pat them and say there, there. So you couldn't help but panic on the inside.

Feeling the slight tug on his shirt the kid stopped and turned around to give a weak glare, "what do you want?"

That when it hit you.

Brown eyes.

The shaved undercut.

That copper hair.

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Jean?

He isn't quite what you were expecting him, well you were. You were just so used to him being big and fit. Not a small rounded faced kid.

"Well, what do you want?" he cried out as he tried to clean his wet eyes.

Fake innocent child persona GO!

"A-are you okay?" you asked with a voice full of concern as you clasped your hands together, trying to add a little more to your acting.

The kid then crossed his arms and gave a snarl, must be trying to look intimidating. "Why do you care?" he asked while looking down at you.

You had just noticed he was slightly taller than you, it surprised you a little since you had just assumed that 10-year-olds were all the same height. Then again back at home, you're an older teen, so kids just all look the same to you.

"You look sa-" he then interrupted you with a scoff and stated, "It's not even your concern. So just leave me alone!" He crossed his arms and began to walk away.

When he was no longer looking at your tiny form you simply gave a confused expression to what had just happened.

This kid acting tough despite getting his ass beat a while ago, what the fuck?