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Modern AU

**

“Hey, listen.” A woman clad in a white lab-coat motioned one of the attendants for the Marriage Booth over to her, a slightly terrifying grin adorning her lips. Her disheveled brown hair stuck out from under her goggles, messy due to the many failed and explosive experiments she performed. “Do you think you could bring three people together?”

The attendant ignored the woman’s crazy appearance, very used to it by now, and replied, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but our catchers are only permitted to catch three people, and we have no price for a three—“

Hanji’s fingers pulled out several crisp twenty-dollar bills and set it down on the counter, hiding it with her body and lab-coat. Bribery was highly looked down upon, so she had to keep this a secret.

Moblit’s expression turned into one of vexation, but he gave in anyway, grabbing the smooth bills and slipping them inside the register. Hanji smiled at him and walked away.

He raised his walkie-talkie to his lips, saying three names in a low voice,

“Jean. Eren. (Name).” He heard the person on the other line laugh. “Catch them.”

**

“Operation Special Catching is a go, boys.” A fifteen-year-old with no hair at all grinned into his walkie-talkie. “In three, two, one. Begin.”

Multiple teens streamed out from the eighth-graders floor, hurrying down two flights of stairs before spreading out across the school grounds, high-fiving each other and wishing one another good luck.

“Let’s get ‘em.”

**

“Let’s get on the slide!” you yelled at the two boys excitedly, one hand around one of their arms. They winced at the volume of your voice, glancing around to check if any of their classmates had spotted your childish [yet admittedly adorable] behavior. The two allowed you to pull them to the huge slide’s entrance once they confirmed that your antics were yet to be seen.

“Okay, you brats shouldn’t let your hands touch the slide or else the friction will make you do a back-flip and you’ll break your necks. So unless you’re some suicidal little shit, then you should put your hands on the opposite sides of your chest.” He rested his right hand on his left chest, his left on his right. “If you’re too stupid to know what that means, then just copy me.”

You copied what your senior, Levi Ackerman, was doing, eyes flitting down to your hands to confirm you were doing the right thing.

“You, you’re doing the right thing,” he said, pointing at you before turning to your company. “But you two, Christ, I didn’t know juniors could be this stupid.”

The man forced Jean’s hands onto their rightful places on his chest, and did the same thing to Eren.

“Alright, get down the slide and make sure I never see your faces again.”

You, Jean, and Eren glanced at each other in a shared look of nervousness. The slide was high up, it roughly reached fifty meters. That was what the sign said, at least. It was still really fucking high up, though, if the sign was lying.

“Fuck it!” Eren screeched, pushing himself down using his butt. A scream that speedily rose in volume and pitch escaped his mouth.

“Oi, Jaeger, we were supposed to go at the same time!!” Jean yelled at Eren’s tumbling form, sighing before pushing himself down as well. He glanced back at you in fear upon realizing his mistake and neighed like a spooked horse on his whole way down.

You grinned at the two, launching yourself down the slide as well. You laughed in delight at the wind that caressed your face and the exhilarating feeling that spread across your entire body.

Jean and Eren stared at you with absolute fondness in their eyes. A smile formed on both their lips.

“So cute,” the two muttered under their breaths at the same time.

“GOTCHA!”

Hands encircled Eren’s wrists and pinned them to his back. Suddenly, the brunette was no the ground, cheek pressed to the cement.

“Hey, what the fuck?!”

Jean fell to the ground beside him, thrashing against… Levi’s body?

“Too bad for you kids. I’m an ‘undercover’ agent for the Marriage Booth.” The man motioned air-quotes at the word undercover. “And we have a special catching operation that’ll pay our group big.”

“S-senpai! Please let us go!” Eren pleaded.

“Sorry, orders from our higher-ups.” The man shrugged. “Erwin, cuff that brat. Mike can cuff this horse. I’ll get the cute girl.”

“H-hey!!” Eren watched in anger as the man strode over to the end of the slide, where you were laughing with one of the slide attendants, a young, inky-haired girl. Mikasa spotted her relative from the corner of her eye, a hate glistening in her steel-blue eyes. The fire in them erupted into an explosion when Levi grabbed your wrists and forcefully wrapped cuffs around them. You squeaked in surprise. Mikasa made no move to get you out of the unknown situation, crossing her arms and smiling softly at you when your eyes shot her a look that pleaded for help.

“S-senpai! What are you doing?!” you squealed, kicking his knee hard. He nearly lost his ground at the action.

“Feisty. I can see why the two brats like you. And why shitty-glasses wanted to bring you three together.”

“W-what?”

“Nothing.” He ignored the anger radiating from Mikasa and gently pushed you to your friends on the ground. “As much as I’d love to have you for myself, I’m too old, and you belong to either of these guys.”

“(N-Name)! Did they hurt you?” Eren asked worriedly, checking you for wounds from his place on the floor.

“This is weird?” You arched an eyebrow. “The Marriage Booth’s going really far this year.”

“Money makes the world go ‘round,” Levi stated, grabbing Jean’s collar and effortlessly lifting him up onto his feet. He unlocked Jean’s left cuff and chained it to yours. Erwin did the same to Eren, chaining him to your right side.

“Oh fuuuuucckkkk…,” Jean groaned, shaking the cuffs around. They were actually made of pure steel.

“Go on. I’m sure you’ll enjoy spending the rest of the day like this.” The blonde, Erwin, shot you a heartwarming smile. “See you around, doll.”

Fuck why is everyone flirting with me?

“Let’s get away from these perverts, (Name),” Eren said, loudly enough for the trio of catchers, Mike, Erwin, and Levi, to hear him. The shortest rolled his eyes at the boy before bringing his walkie-talkie to his ear, perking up before motioning to another part of campus.

“Fuck that little shit,” Jean muttered, testing his cuff once more. It remained locked to yours.

“Um, guys, I’m kinda hungry,” you said softly, gaze on the ground. Anxiety bubbled in your chest.

“Uhh…” Eren glanced at Jean, who winced in turn. He noticed a small, overlooked booth sitting behind Jean. They sold your favorite food, it seemed, so he pointed his chin in the direction of that unnoticed booth. “Let’s go there.”

Jean turned and pulled you and his rival toward the food booth.

“You guys sit here. I’ll buy you food,” he instructed, beginning to head over to the cashier.

“Wait, Jean we’re going to—“

You and the brunette were dragged over to where Jean was. He let out a surprised yelp, pushed forward into the cashier’s table as you rammed into him.

“Damn these cuffs,” you growled, glaring at your restraints in unadulterated hatred.

Jean pushed himself back up using the sturdy white table, offering the poor cashier an apologetic smile.

“So, um…” He reached into his pocket and pulled his wallet out. “Can we have some fried cheese balls and chicken poppers? Six cups, please.”

“Oooh!! Chicken poppers!” You practically salivated on your friend’s shoulder as you stared at the poppers the cashier handed Jean. Greedily, you attempted to snatch one of the cups overflowing with chicken poppers. But because of how yours and Eren’s wrists were connected, you were unfortunately able to pull him forward with you.

“Holy shit!!” he exclaimed, eyes wide. He stopped himself from falling onto the cashier, toes forced into the ground. “(Name)! Be careful!”

“S-sorry Eren,” you apologized, giving him effective puppy eyes. Immediately, you sat down on the bench beside the booth and raised a chicken popper to your mouth.

“(Name) (Name) (Name) stop you’re pulling me to your face--!”

Jean’s face suddenly met yours, lips touching your cheek. The chicken popper flew out of your hand and landed onto the floor, but all you were able to perceive were Jean’s lips on your face.

“HEY! GET OFF OF HER HORSE-FACE!!” Eren used all the strength in his arms to push Jean off you.

“Holy fuck would you two stop—SHIIIIITTT!!”

With Eren’s hard push forward did you come tumbling down with Jean. You collapsed on top of him, hands on his chest, while Eren unsteadily tried balancing himself. Despite his efforts, the emerald-eyed teen unavoidably fell down as well, landing on top of you and Jean.

You moaned in pain, packed between your two friends, front part of your body on top of Jean’s, Eren’s front resting atop your back.

“Fuck man you two are heavy,” Jean complained.

The young teen twitched a little before his lips parted and a quiet, restrained screech suddenly escaped his mouth.

The sun-kissed cement practically burned the man’s back, setting his whole body aflame. He began to aimlessly kick his legs up in the air, the heat from the floor traveling to his body in painful waves.

“Get off get off GET OFF GET OFF I’M DYING HERE!!” he bellowed, adrenaline boiling in his veins. The sudden burst of newfound strength aided him in pushing you and Eren off his body, sending you and the brunette tumbling to the ground.

Jean quickly sat up, his back prickling with tiny sparks of pain. He was sure it would be red when he checked it later tonight during a shower.

You gulped, guilt pouting your lips at the pained expression on Jean’s visage.

“Hey, I’m sorry man,” Eren said quietly, gently nudging Jean. “Just—you know, it got on my nerves, seeing you in such close proximity to (Name).”

The brunette’s viridescent eyes flicked over to you, and he flashed you a smile.

“Whatever.” Jean’s amber hues traveled to you as well. “I think I’d do the same thing if you were in my position, anyway.”

“S-so, yeah, all’s forgiven, right?” You glanced between the two of them. “I’m still hungry, you know.”

The pair laughed, and relief flooded your body. You were glad to see they were still in high spirits.

“We have to cooperate with each other if you want to get fed, though, (Name),” Eren remarked after his laughter ceased, and he thoughtfully pursed his lips.

“He’s right, sadly enough.”

“Oh! I have a plan.” A sheepish grin formed on your lips. “I’m not sure if you guys will like it, though.”

**

“Who said we wouldn’t like this plan (Name)?!” Jean questioned loudly, holding a chicken popper to your mouth. “This is wonderful!”

“I agree with horse-face.” The brunette sitting next to you clenched between his long fingers waited for you to take the popper into your mouth. His cheek rested on top of his hand, eyes unconsciously brimming with affection when he saw you cutely chew on the chicken popper Jean raised to your lips. “We love your plan.”

You puffed your cheeks at him, snatching the chicken popper in his fingers using your mouth.

Cute, the two thought at the same time.

“So, after this, you guys wanna go to the Horror Booth?” you suggested, an eager smile painting your countenance. “I think it’d be fun to go in there, even with these cuffs on our wrists.”

“Sure. Whatever you want, (Name).”

“Just let us feed you first.”

**

A scream resonated throughout the entire room, filling your ears and leaking fear into your bones.

“E-Eren, I’m scared,” you whimpered, blindly clinging to Eren’s arm and gripping it tightly. He frowned, comfortingly stroking your smooth locks.

“Shh, I’m here,” he murmured soothingly.

“I’m here too, you shits!” Jean yelled, invisible to your eyes in the inky darkness. You shivered in fear when malicious, insane laughter echoed from behind you.

“S-shit, what was that?” the usually confident teen stuttered, his boisterous attitude crumbling. Instinctively, he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and clutching your hand tightly.

“Hahahaha, it’s time for you to die, you fools!”

Sudden light blinded you, and you yelped at a deafening ‘boom’ that followed.

Through your blindness were you able to perceive a frightened, nasally scream.

“J-Jean! What’s wrong?!” You clasped his hand with the strongest grip you could manage and pulled him to you.

Eren’s eyes had seemed to adjust to the bright white light, and he too released a panicked shriek before he wrapped an arm around you and Jean.

“Hey! J-just what t-the hell is so scary?”

You peeked beneath Eren’s lean arm, brows furrowing when all you saw was a rotting corpse. It looked fairly believable, so you really couldn’t blame the two trembling against your figure for being so frightened.

Thank you, gory anime.

“Geez, guys, it’s fake! Let’s get outta here if you’re actually this scared.” You rolled your eyes. “Pussies.”

“W-we aren’t p-pussies!”

You led the two out of the booth, not before flipping the actor playing the believable corpse off. It wasn’t hard for your (color) hues to adjust to the bright sunlight as you fully stepped outside.

“H-holy shit, I actually t-thought I w-was gonna die!” Jean slid to the floor, wrapping his arms around himself.

“Y-you w-w-wuss!” Eren chastised Jean, teeth audibly chattering.

You merely rolled your eyes at the pair, exhausted from their antics and the Horror Booth.

“Let’s sit down for a while. Jean, get some drinks for us, please.”

He was the richest of the three of you, after all.

You followed behind him as he headed over to the lemonade stand residing in another hidden corner of campus. Sweat glistened on your foreheads. You watched a tiny bead of sweat travel from Jean’s nape to the side of his neck. You wondered how much further it could travel…

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Three large cups of lemonade, please.”

Holy moly. Did I actually just think of my best friend naked?

“(Name)? Is something wrong?” Eren directed your attention to him.

“No,” you said, shaking your head while holding back a blush and forcing yourself not to stutter. “I’m good.”

“Here you go.”

Jean shoved Eren’s cup of lemonade into his chest. He held the straw protruding from your cup to your mouth.

“Say ‘ahhh.’”

Too thirsty to argue, you wrapped your lips around the straw, suckling gratefully. Jean unconsciously took his bottom lip between his teeth, gulping at the look in your eyes and the movements of your mouth.

I am related to horses I am related to horses I am related to horses, Jean thought repeatedly, trying to force thoughts of you doing a certain something to a particular part of him out of his mind.

“Thank you, Jean.” Much to his relief and slight disappointment, you pulled back, moistening your lips with your tongue.

Eren observed your interaction with jealousy, eyes narrowed at you and his rival. His glare immediately disappeared when a brilliant idea popped up in his head.

“(Name), I think I have an extra chicken popper,” he said, reaching into his pocket.

“Uh, sorry dude, but I’m not going to eat anything that comes out of anyone’s pocket,” you said, wincing at the disgusting thought.

“Oh. Nevermind then.” Eren flashed you a kind grin. “You want some of my lemonade instead?”

He pulled the straw between his lips, the sweet taste of lemonade filling his taste-buds.

All the teen was able to focus on, though, was how openly you were ogling his bobbing Adam’s apple. You tugged on your lower lip, fingers twitching a little.

Oh, I know the game you’re playing, Jaeger, Jean thought, snarling at the brunette who merely smirked in response.

“Ahh, that was refreshing.” He glided his tongue over his bottom lip for good measure.

“It’s getting a little hot, don’tcha think, (Name)?” Jean cut in. The man began fanning his chest with his shirt, providing himself with a little relieving air.

“Uhh, yeah, I guess…?” You shrugged.

“I’m getting really sweaty,” Jean muttered, loudly enough for you to hear, but quietly enough to make Eren wonder what the hell he was saying.

He grasped the end of his shirt between slender long fingers and raised it to his face, ridding his forehead and cheeks of sweat while subtly seducing you in the process.

You gawked at the defined, toned muscles of his chest and abdomen, fingers spasming against the wood of your seat at the urge to touch the perfectly tanned expanse of his stomach.

“Phew.” Jean shot you the same bright grin Eren had just moments ago. “I feel better now.”

“Okay… that’s… that’s good, I guess.”

Oddly enough, you didn’t seem as affected as they expected.

“But… could you guys stop flirting with me?” You sighed. “I’m… kinda… you know… aroused now?”

“S-sorry!!”

At least they had succeeded their mission.

The pride that ran in their veins would be short-lived, though.

“Ah, there you are.”

A man donning a crisp black suit approached your table, expressionless.

“I’ll get straight to the point, youngsters,” he pulled a key from his pocket. “Sorry, miss, but you aren’t allowed to be cuffed to two guys.”

He placed himself behind you, Eren, and Jean, holding the key up in the air. “We only allow two people to be chained together.”

“…So?

“I’m asking you to choose, miss,” the man elucidated, “Choose who you want to spend the rest of the day with.”

Jean’s eyes widened with shock, Eren’s jaw fell.

“B-but it’s been r-really fun with them--!!”

“Choose, miss.”

Sighing, you turned to the two of them, smiling sadly. It felt as if you were parting with one of your best friends. Though, whoever you didn’t choose could stick with you and your partner, now that you thought about it.

In all honesty, though, you kind of wanted to have a romantic moment with a certain teen…

As much as you didn’t want to crush the hope brimming in your other friend’s eyes, you had to decide. You pulled them both into an embrace, a smile shining on your lips before you pulled away.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to choose…”

Description

Modern AU

**

“Hey, listen.” A woman clad in a white lab-coat motioned one of the attendants for the Marriage Booth over to her, a slightly terrifying grin adorning her lips. Her disheveled brown hair stuck out from under her goggles, messy due to the many failed and explosive experiments she performed. “Do you think you could bring three people together?”

The attendant ignored the woman’s crazy appearance, very used to it by now, and replied, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but our catchers are only permitted to catch three people, and we have no price for a three—“

Hanji’s fingers pulled out several crisp twenty-dollar bills and set it down on the counter, hiding it with her body and lab-coat. Bribery was highly looked down upon, so she had to keep this a secret.

Moblit’s expression turned into one of vexation, but he gave in anyway, grabbing the smooth bills and slipping them inside the register. Hanji smiled at him and walked away.

He raised his walkie-talkie to his lips, saying three names in a low voice,

“Jean. Eren. (Name).” He heard the person on the other line laugh. “Catch them.”

**

“Operation Special Catching is a go, boys.” A fifteen-year-old with no hair at all grinned into his walkie-talkie. “In three, two, one. Begin.”

Multiple teens streamed out from the eighth-graders floor, hurrying down two flights of stairs before spreading out across the school grounds, high-fiving each other and wishing one another good luck.

“Let’s get ‘em.”

**

“Let’s get on the slide!” you yelled at the two boys excitedly, one hand around one of their arms. They winced at the volume of your voice, glancing around to check if any of their classmates had spotted your childish [yet admittedly adorable] behavior. The two allowed you to pull them to the huge slide’s entrance once they confirmed that your antics were yet to be seen.

“Okay, you brats shouldn’t let your hands touch the slide or else the friction will make you do a back-flip and you’ll break your necks. So unless you’re some suicidal little shit, then you should put your hands on the opposite sides of your chest.” He rested his right hand on his left chest, his left on his right. “If you’re too stupid to know what that means, then just copy me.”

You copied what your senior, Levi Ackerman, was doing, eyes flitting down to your hands to confirm you were doing the right thing.

“You, you’re doing the right thing,” he said, pointing at you before turning to your company. “But you two, Christ, I didn’t know juniors could be this stupid.”

The man forced Jean’s hands onto their rightful places on his chest, and did the same thing to Eren.

“Alright, get down the slide and make sure I never see your faces again.”

You, Jean, and Eren glanced at each other in a shared look of nervousness. The slide was high up, it roughly reached fifty meters. That was what the sign said, at least. It was still really fucking high up, though, if the sign was lying.

“Fuck it!” Eren screeched, pushing himself down using his butt. A scream that speedily rose in volume and pitch escaped his mouth.

“Oi, Jaeger, we were supposed to go at the same time!!” Jean yelled at Eren’s tumbling form, sighing before pushing himself down as well. He glanced back at you in fear upon realizing his mistake and neighed like a spooked horse on his whole way down.

You grinned at the two, launching yourself down the slide as well. You laughed in delight at the wind that caressed your face and the exhilarating feeling that spread across your entire body.

Jean and Eren stared at you with absolute fondness in their eyes. A smile formed on both their lips.

“So cute,” the two muttered under their breaths at the same time.

“GOTCHA!”

Hands encircled Eren’s wrists and pinned them to his back. Suddenly, the brunette was no the ground, cheek pressed to the cement.

“Hey, what the fuck?!”

Jean fell to the ground beside him, thrashing against… Levi’s body?

“Too bad for you kids. I’m an ‘undercover’ agent for the Marriage Booth.” The man motioned air-quotes at the word undercover. “And we have a special catching operation that’ll pay our group big.”

“S-senpai! Please let us go!” Eren pleaded.

“Sorry, orders from our higher-ups.” The man shrugged. “Erwin, cuff that brat. Mike can cuff this horse. I’ll get the cute girl.”

“H-hey!!” Eren watched in anger as the man strode over to the end of the slide, where you were laughing with one of the slide attendants, a young, inky-haired girl. Mikasa spotted her relative from the corner of her eye, a hate glistening in her steel-blue eyes. The fire in them erupted into an explosion when Levi grabbed your wrists and forcefully wrapped cuffs around them. You squeaked in surprise. Mikasa made no move to get you out of the unknown situation, crossing her arms and smiling softly at you when your eyes shot her a look that pleaded for help.

“S-senpai! What are you doing?!” you squealed, kicking his knee hard. He nearly lost his ground at the action.

“Feisty. I can see why the two brats like you. And why shitty-glasses wanted to bring you three together.”

“W-what?”

“Nothing.” He ignored the anger radiating from Mikasa and gently pushed you to your friends on the ground. “As much as I’d love to have you for myself, I’m too old, and you belong to either of these guys.”

“(N-Name)! Did they hurt you?” Eren asked worriedly, checking you for wounds from his place on the floor.

“This is weird?” You arched an eyebrow. “The Marriage Booth’s going really far this year.”

“Money makes the world go ‘round,” Levi stated, grabbing Jean’s collar and effortlessly lifting him up onto his feet. He unlocked Jean’s left cuff and chained it to yours. Erwin did the same to Eren, chaining him to your right side.

“Oh fuuuuucckkkk…,” Jean groaned, shaking the cuffs around. They were actually made of pure steel.

“Go on. I’m sure you’ll enjoy spending the rest of the day like this.” The blonde, Erwin, shot you a heartwarming smile. “See you around, doll.”

Fuck why is everyone flirting with me?

“Let’s get away from these perverts, (Name),” Eren said, loudly enough for the trio of catchers, Mike, Erwin, and Levi, to hear him. The shortest rolled his eyes at the boy before bringing his walkie-talkie to his ear, perking up before motioning to another part of campus.

“Fuck that little shit,” Jean muttered, testing his cuff once more. It remained locked to yours.

“Um, guys, I’m kinda hungry,” you said softly, gaze on the ground. Anxiety bubbled in your chest.

“Uhh…” Eren glanced at Jean, who winced in turn. He noticed a small, overlooked booth sitting behind Jean. They sold your favorite food, it seemed, so he pointed his chin in the direction of that unnoticed booth. “Let’s go there.”

Jean turned and pulled you and his rival toward the food booth.

“You guys sit here. I’ll buy you food,” he instructed, beginning to head over to the cashier.

“Wait, Jean we’re going to—“

You and the brunette were dragged over to where Jean was. He let out a surprised yelp, pushed forward into the cashier’s table as you rammed into him.

“Damn these cuffs,” you growled, glaring at your restraints in unadulterated hatred.

Jean pushed himself back up using the sturdy white table, offering the poor cashier an apologetic smile.

“So, um…” He reached into his pocket and pulled his wallet out. “Can we have some fried cheese balls and chicken poppers? Six cups, please.”

“Oooh!! Chicken poppers!” You practically salivated on your friend’s shoulder as you stared at the poppers the cashier handed Jean. Greedily, you attempted to snatch one of the cups overflowing with chicken poppers. But because of how yours and Eren’s wrists were connected, you were unfortunately able to pull him forward with you.

“Holy shit!!” he exclaimed, eyes wide. He stopped himself from falling onto the cashier, toes forced into the ground. “(Name)! Be careful!”

“S-sorry Eren,” you apologized, giving him effective puppy eyes. Immediately, you sat down on the bench beside the booth and raised a chicken popper to your mouth.

“(Name) (Name) (Name) stop you’re pulling me to your face--!”

Jean’s face suddenly met yours, lips touching your cheek. The chicken popper flew out of your hand and landed onto the floor, but all you were able to perceive were Jean’s lips on your face.

“HEY! GET OFF OF HER HORSE-FACE!!” Eren used all the strength in his arms to push Jean off you.

“Holy fuck would you two stop—SHIIIIITTT!!”

With Eren’s hard push forward did you come tumbling down with Jean. You collapsed on top of him, hands on his chest, while Eren unsteadily tried balancing himself. Despite his efforts, the emerald-eyed teen unavoidably fell down as well, landing on top of you and Jean.

You moaned in pain, packed between your two friends, front part of your body on top of Jean’s, Eren’s front resting atop your back.

“Fuck man you two are heavy,” Jean complained.

The young teen twitched a little before his lips parted and a quiet, restrained screech suddenly escaped his mouth.

The sun-kissed cement practically burned the man’s back, setting his whole body aflame. He began to aimlessly kick his legs up in the air, the heat from the floor traveling to his body in painful waves.

“Get off get off GET OFF GET OFF I’M DYING HERE!!” he bellowed, adrenaline boiling in his veins. The sudden burst of newfound strength aided him in pushing you and Eren off his body, sending you and the brunette tumbling to the ground.

Jean quickly sat up, his back prickling with tiny sparks of pain. He was sure it would be red when he checked it later tonight during a shower.

You gulped, guilt pouting your lips at the pained expression on Jean’s visage.

“Hey, I’m sorry man,” Eren said quietly, gently nudging Jean. “Just—you know, it got on my nerves, seeing you in such close proximity to (Name).”

The brunette’s viridescent eyes flicked over to you, and he flashed you a smile.

“Whatever.” Jean’s amber hues traveled to you as well. “I think I’d do the same thing if you were in my position, anyway.”

“S-so, yeah, all’s forgiven, right?” You glanced between the two of them. “I’m still hungry, you know.”

The pair laughed, and relief flooded your body. You were glad to see they were still in high spirits.

“We have to cooperate with each other if you want to get fed, though, (Name),” Eren remarked after his laughter ceased, and he thoughtfully pursed his lips.

“He’s right, sadly enough.”

“Oh! I have a plan.” A sheepish grin formed on your lips. “I’m not sure if you guys will like it, though.”

**

“Who said we wouldn’t like this plan (Name)?!” Jean questioned loudly, holding a chicken popper to your mouth. “This is wonderful!”

“I agree with horse-face.” The brunette sitting next to you clenched between his long fingers waited for you to take the popper into your mouth. His cheek rested on top of his hand, eyes unconsciously brimming with affection when he saw you cutely chew on the chicken popper Jean raised to your lips. “We love your plan.”

You puffed your cheeks at him, snatching the chicken popper in his fingers using your mouth.

Cute, the two thought at the same time.

“So, after this, you guys wanna go to the Horror Booth?” you suggested, an eager smile painting your countenance. “I think it’d be fun to go in there, even with these cuffs on our wrists.”

“Sure. Whatever you want, (Name).”

“Just let us feed you first.”

**

A scream resonated throughout the entire room, filling your ears and leaking fear into your bones.

“E-Eren, I’m scared,” you whimpered, blindly clinging to Eren’s arm and gripping it tightly. He frowned, comfortingly stroking your smooth locks.

“Shh, I’m here,” he murmured soothingly.

“I’m here too, you shits!” Jean yelled, invisible to your eyes in the inky darkness. You shivered in fear when malicious, insane laughter echoed from behind you.

“S-shit, what was that?” the usually confident teen stuttered, his boisterous attitude crumbling. Instinctively, he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and clutching your hand tightly.

“Hahahaha, it’s time for you to die, you fools!”

Sudden light blinded you, and you yelped at a deafening ‘boom’ that followed.

Through your blindness were you able to perceive a frightened, nasally scream.

“J-Jean! What’s wrong?!” You clasped his hand with the strongest grip you could manage and pulled him to you.

Eren’s eyes had seemed to adjust to the bright white light, and he too released a panicked shriek before he wrapped an arm around you and Jean.

“Hey! J-just what t-the hell is so scary?”

You peeked beneath Eren’s lean arm, brows furrowing when all you saw was a rotting corpse. It looked fairly believable, so you really couldn’t blame the two trembling against your figure for being so frightened.

Thank you, gory anime.

“Geez, guys, it’s fake! Let’s get outta here if you’re actually this scared.” You rolled your eyes. “Pussies.”

“W-we aren’t p-pussies!”

You led the two out of the booth, not before flipping the actor playing the believable corpse off. It wasn’t hard for your (color) hues to adjust to the bright sunlight as you fully stepped outside.

“H-holy shit, I actually t-thought I w-was gonna die!” Jean slid to the floor, wrapping his arms around himself.

“Y-you w-w-wuss!” Eren chastised Jean, teeth audibly chattering.

You merely rolled your eyes at the pair, exhausted from their antics and the Horror Booth.

“Let’s sit down for a while. Jean, get some drinks for us, please.”

He was the richest of the three of you, after all.

You followed behind him as he headed over to the lemonade stand residing in another hidden corner of campus. Sweat glistened on your foreheads. You watched a tiny bead of sweat travel from Jean’s nape to the side of his neck. You wondered how much further it could travel…

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Three large cups of lemonade, please.”

Holy moly. Did I actually just think of my best friend naked?

“(Name)? Is something wrong?” Eren directed your attention to him.

“No,” you said, shaking your head while holding back a blush and forcing yourself not to stutter. “I’m good.”

“Here you go.”

Jean shoved Eren’s cup of lemonade into his chest. He held the straw protruding from your cup to your mouth.

“Say ‘ahhh.’”

Too thirsty to argue, you wrapped your lips around the straw, suckling gratefully. Jean unconsciously took his bottom lip between his teeth, gulping at the look in your eyes and the movements of your mouth.

I am related to horses I am related to horses I am related to horses, Jean thought repeatedly, trying to force thoughts of you doing a certain something to a particular part of him out of his mind.

“Thank you, Jean.” Much to his relief and slight disappointment, you pulled back, moistening your lips with your tongue.

Eren observed your interaction with jealousy, eyes narrowed at you and his rival. His glare immediately disappeared when a brilliant idea popped up in his head.

“(Name), I think I have an extra chicken popper,” he said, reaching into his pocket.

“Uh, sorry dude, but I’m not going to eat anything that comes out of anyone’s pocket,” you said, wincing at the disgusting thought.

“Oh. Nevermind then.” Eren flashed you a kind grin. “You want some of my lemonade instead?”

He pulled the straw between his lips, the sweet taste of lemonade filling his taste-buds.

All the teen was able to focus on, though, was how openly you were ogling his bobbing Adam’s apple. You tugged on your lower lip, fingers twitching a little.

Oh, I know the game you’re playing, Jaeger, Jean thought, snarling at the brunette who merely smirked in response.

“Ahh, that was refreshing.” He glided his tongue over his bottom lip for good measure.

“It’s getting a little hot, don’tcha think, (Name)?” Jean cut in. The man began fanning his chest with his shirt, providing himself with a little relieving air.

“Uhh, yeah, I guess…?” You shrugged.

“I’m getting really sweaty,” Jean muttered, loudly enough for you to hear, but quietly enough to make Eren wonder what the hell he was saying.

He grasped the end of his shirt between slender long fingers and raised it to his face, ridding his forehead and cheeks of sweat while subtly seducing you in the process.

You gawked at the defined, toned muscles of his chest and abdomen, fingers spasming against the wood of your seat at the urge to touch the perfectly tanned expanse of his stomach.

“Phew.” Jean shot you the same bright grin Eren had just moments ago. “I feel better now.”

“Okay… that’s… that’s good, I guess.”

Oddly enough, you didn’t seem as affected as they expected.

“But… could you guys stop flirting with me?” You sighed. “I’m… kinda… you know… aroused now?”

“S-sorry!!”

At least they had succeeded their mission.

The pride that ran in their veins would be short-lived, though.

“Ah, there you are.”

A man donning a crisp black suit approached your table, expressionless.

“I’ll get straight to the point, youngsters,” he pulled a key from his pocket. “Sorry, miss, but you aren’t allowed to be cuffed to two guys.”

He placed himself behind you, Eren, and Jean, holding the key up in the air. “We only allow two people to be chained together.”

“…So?

“I’m asking you to choose, miss,” the man elucidated, “Choose who you want to spend the rest of the day with.”

Jean’s eyes widened with shock, Eren’s jaw fell.

“B-but it’s been r-really fun with them--!!”

“Choose, miss.”

Sighing, you turned to the two of them, smiling sadly. It felt as if you were parting with one of your best friends. Though, whoever you didn’t choose could stick with you and your partner, now that you thought about it.

In all honesty, though, you kind of wanted to have a romantic moment with a certain teen…

As much as you didn’t want to crush the hope brimming in your other friend’s eyes, you had to decide. You pulled them both into an embrace, a smile shining on your lips before you pulled away.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to choose…”