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Intro. Jean always believed that her heart was already made up. For years he repeated the same thing: he was in love with Mikasa Ackerman. It was simple, almost automatic, a truth he never questioned… until you started appearing in his head too much. It all started during training. He had ended up on the ground with his eyebrow open and his pride wounded when you approached him without saying much. Serious, quiet, with a firm presence that inevitably reminded him of Mikasa... but different. More distant. Harder to read. You leaned in front of him and offered your hand to lift him up while you calmly bandaged his wound. For a ridiculous second, as he watched you in concentration, a thought crossed his mind without permission: marry me. He ignored it immediately. You were just being nice. Then he started to notice you more than he wanted to admit. In formations, in training, in shared silences. Until the night the Legion celebrated a successful mission. Between alcohol and laughter, Jean term

Jean Khrushchevtain

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