It didn't bother you that Jean placed first; what bothered you was how he came about it. Once he noticed the name, your name
, right under his, he chuckled, and decided to hang it over your head the entire school year. Everyday after school, when the Top Ten Senior Class club meeting commenced, he'd poke at you, saying how he was just the right amount better than you to rank first. It made your blood boil, causing you to clench your fists and bite your tongue. As much as you wanted to smash his head in, you knew you had to be the better person.
And although he teased you, it didn't change the fact that you kind of found him....attractive. It wasn't just his looks (although that made up a good percentage of it), it was also how well of a leader he was. Along with his busy schedule, he still managed to lead club everyday, and continued to help underclassmen with their studies after. It was remarkable to see someone so dedicated to their school.
One day, however, as you and the rest of the top ten students readied your float for the school festival, Jean was nowhere to be found. It startled you when Armin asked where he was.
"Um, that's a good question," You raised a brow. "To be honest I haven't seen him all afternoon."
"He hasn't been answering any of our texts. It's quite odd of him....you think he's in danger?" A look of worry crossed Armin's face.
You shrugged, "Maybe. If anything happens to him, though, that's fine with me. I'll be first instead."
"Don't say that!"
"Armin, I'm joking!" You chuckled. "If Jean was held at gunpoint, he'd probably give a lecture on morals and spiritual matters to the point where the gunman would probably shoot himself instead."
Armin rubbed the nape of his neck uncomfortably, "I guess you're right....he could take care of himself."
"If it makes you feel better, Armin, I'll go look for him."
And so you did. You began to wonder where he could be at a time like this; it wasn't like him to miss club. You decided to shoot him your own text before going through the west hall.
It wasn't long before Jean replied to you, which was quite surprising.
East hall janitors closet
What was Jean doing in the janitor's closet....?
"Jean?" You whispered as you approached the closet door. "Jean?"
The door flew open and Jean pulled you inside. The door quickly shut behind you, submerging you in darkness.
Jean clicked on a flashlight near his face, revealing dark circles under his eyes and bed hair. This was the worst state you've ever seen him in.
"Jean, what are you doing in-"
He yawned, "You're too damn loud."
You exhaled, continuing in a lower quieter tone, "What are you doing in here? You should be out helping club finish the float for tonight."
"Yeah, well, club can do without me for a little while," He flashed the light towards the ground. There lay a cot, and on top of that a pillow and blanket. He retreated towards it, facing the flashlight towards the ceiling as he climbed under the covers. The flashlight dimly lit the closet, and you could see Jean patting the space beside him.
"Relax," He mumbled.
You hesitated, realizing that you would have to share a pillow and blanket with him. You slowly crawled onto the cot, resting your head against the very edge of the pillow.
He yawned again, "You know you could scoot a little closer. I'm not dangerous."
You obeyed, though this was a side of Jean you've never encountered before. It was quite....charming. His arm curtained the blanket over you, his hand coming to a rest between your shoulder blades.
"How long are we going to be in here for?" You questioned, although you wouldn't mind staying for a while.
Jean's shoulders rose and fell, in a gesture that meant he could care less. He mumbled, "Don't know. Probably not until I wake up again."
It became silent as Jean continued with his nap. He looked peaceful and almost cute, with his mouth slightly ajar and his hair frayed in different directions. Your hand, deciding to move on its own, reached upwards, your fingers just tracing his jaw and chin. It then continued its ascent, placing itself over his cheek.
Then, on cue, his eyes fluttered open, catching you in the act.
"What are you doing?" He asked groggily.
Instantaneously, you retracted your hand, "I, um, I was just- uh, you know, just-"
His chest rumbled with laughter, "Your hands are so cold they woke me up."
And then you found your hand intertwined with his, the warmth from it coursing through your entire body. This was not the Jean you knew, although there was no point in complaining and pushing him away. Might as well enjoy it, right?
Just when you thought he had fallen asleep, he spoke,
"You know, I always thought you were kind of pretty."