No Homo

Jean was-no-IS straight. But Marco, man. | College was supposed to be a time of fun, adventure, strengthening his identity, partying, getting some space from his overprotective mother, and pursuing a degree in law. Questioning why he wanted to do...erm, intimate...cough...things with his new roomate was not supposed to be on the list. [Extremely experimental. Do not expect consistent updates.]

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5. Not Boner Inducing

When the first day of classes arrived, Jean was not eager to go. He had to attend a seminar to get certain credits required by the university. There had been three choices, and from reading about them, they all sounded extremely boring and pointless. He registered for the one that sounded the least lame, and that was to be his first university class. At fucking 8:00AM.

Marco, the lucky bastard, had his first class in the afternoon and it actually related to his major.

“Why the hell are you up when you don’t even have class?” Jean questioned in disbelief as he double-checked he had everything he thought he’d need for the next few hours.

“I always wake up early for my morning jogs,” Marco reminded him from the kitchen.

“Whatever,” Jean mumbled. He still didn’t understand that ritual and probably never would.

Checking his phone, he saw that he was running a bit late from hitting snooze three too many times. While he debated on whether or not he had enough time to make much needed coffee, Marco came out of the kitchen holding a mug and a plate.

“Can’t let you go without your daily coffee and a bit of breakfast, can I?” he grinned, setting the items down on the coffee table in front of Jean.

Jean stared at the mug of dark coffee and the plate of an already sliced and cream cheese coated bagel before looking at Marco.

“Jesus, you have saved me,” Jean exclaimed, leaving his bag to engulf Marco in a hug.

“I don’t think Jesus had freckles,” Marco chuckled after Jean let him go. His face was beet red and he didn’t seem able to look at Jean. The other boy was oblivious, already having moved onto stuffing his face.

“Freckled Jesus then,” Jean managed to say as he swallowed a bite that should by all means have choked him. “I totally owe you, man.”

Marco shrugged, “I was up anyway, and after I heard your alarm go off three times, I figured you wouldn’t have time to make your own breakfast.”

“Still owe you,” Jean said, finishing off the first half of his bagel and moving onto burning his tongue with coffee. Marco made it just how he liked it. Too bad he had to chug it down or else be late to class.

“Fine, then how about I handle breakfast on the weekdays and you’re in charge of dinner or lunch.”

Jean nodded, “Sounds like a plan. I’ll do lunch today.” He finished off his coffee and walked the dishes back to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink and catching sight of the time on the microwave. He had to really get going.

“Have fun,” Marco told Jean as the latter grabbed his things and headed to the door.

Jean stuck his tongue out at him and asked, “Any requests for lunch?”

“Surprise me,” Marco replied. “Now, seriously, you’re going to be late. I’ll see you later.”

Jean felt the strangest feeling that something was missing as he stood in the doorway, just about to turn and leave.

“Yeah, later,” he replied, ignoring the odd feeling and closing the door behind him.

———

Jean barely made it in time.

The room was pretty full and Jean saw many people he did not recognize. He did however recognize Annie, the intimidating biker chick he had yet to speak to sitting in the second row, and Sasha, the red haired girl with an obsession for potatoes he had met at freshman orientation sitting two rows up. The latter noticed him and waved obnoxiously, calling out his name and gesturing to the free seat next to her.

Jean heaved a sigh and walked over, ignoring the snickering from around him.

“Good morning, Jean,” Sasha grinned. Jean gave her a dead stare that she completely ignored. “Gosh, I was thinking that I’d be all alone and not know anyone but then you showed up! Running a bit late though, weren’t you? Did you not hear your alarm? Or forget to set it? I’ve done that so many times. One time—”

“Sasha,” Jean cut her off. “Are you on something?” She was nowhere near this talkative or hyper during orientation. Yes, she said a lot of stupid things and had a lot of jokes and instances of sarcasm fly over her head, but this nonstop chattering was absent.

Sasha blushed, “I may have had a bit too much coffee this morning. I get affected by caffeine really, really, really, really, really—”

“I get it,” Jean interrupted. He used to as well, but over the years of drinking coffee more than a human really should, he built up some tolerance to it. It only meant that he needed more coffee to feel awake which wasn’t really a bad thing, in his opinion.

Jean looked around and spotted Annie again. She was sitting next to a guy who looked like he visited the gym quite frequently. His blond hair was cropped in a military-esque style and he was chatting with Annie who looked like she wanted him to go away.

Checking his phone, Jean saw that class should have started by then, but the professor was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, Sasha, do you know who the—”

Before he could get the words out of his mouth, the door to the room slammed open, making several students wince and/or jump at the sound and abruptness. A woman with messy brown hair tied up in a high ponytail strode into the room, her white lab coat flowing behind her and a mess of books and files on her arm.

“Good morning, everyone!” she called out cheerfully, dropping her materials on the podium at the center of the lecture hall. She pushed her glasses up higher on her nose and scanned the room with a grin. “Welcome to your first class of the year. For those who do not know, I’m Dr. Hanji Zoe, but Hanji is fine. If you take any biology courses, I will likely be your professor. Questions?”

No one spoke and Jean noticed that a number of the students were staring wide eyed in shock, much like himself. A few others, however, seemed to find this all normal. He figured those students must have been upperclassmen that had Hanji in previous years since the class was offered all four years, but was usually a freshman course since most people wanted to get the credits out of the way.

“None? Great,” Hanji continued. “Then let’s get right into it.” She stepped around the podium and clapped her hands together. “As you should know if you read the course description, this course is all about knowledge. Specifically, how we know what we think we know and the various ways in which we can prove or disprove the validity of various forms of knowledge.”

Jean could already tell that this class was going to be about refining one’s bullshitting abilities in the most confusing manner possible.

———

Jean stretched his arms over his head, the last three hours having drained him completely – thank god it was a once a week class and his only class on Mondays. His mind was a mess and he hoped the class wouldn’t continue to be so overwhelming and the abstract concepts would be less confusing over time. Hanji went right into it and now Jean had to look for textbooks to pirate online or at least get second hand because college books were ridiculously priced.

“My head is spinning,” Sasha complained, walking beside Jean as they filed out of the room with the other students who were groaning and griping similarly. “Ymir had said that this class was boring, not so confusing. I’m so hungry, are you going to grab lunch now?”

“Yeah, I promised Marco I’d make lunch in return for him making me breakfast,” Jean replied. He wouldn’t admit it, but part of the reason he didn’t understand a lot of what happened during the lecture was because his mind was otherwise preoccupied with possible meals he could whip up for lunch for two. Which was totally fine since he did owe Marco for that morning. There was no way Jean would have survived the three hours without that cup of perfect coffee and the bagel.

“You two sure are close,” Sasha commented.

Jean shrugged, “We’re roommates.”

In front of them, Jean noticed that Annie was talking with the blond guy – Reiner, he learned when Hanji called on him – that had been sitting next to her. However, now she didn’t seem as irritated with him and was conversing with some level of interest about the topics Hanji had discussed. Annie was clearly an attentive student, which one wouldn’t have guessed from the stereotypes tied to her choice in clothing. She and Reiner seemed to almost battle for the spot as the top student but it was a rivalry that quickly grew friendly, nothing like Jean’s relationship with Eren.

“I’m gonna go, I got to get lunch ready,” Jean told Sasha as they exited the building. Sasha was heading towards the cafeteria to grab lunch which was in the opposite direction of the entrance closest to Jean and Marco’s apartment.

“Bye!” Sasha waved as they parted ways.

On the way back to the apartment, Jean stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few things, quickly realizing that he had to get a job soon. While his mother was going to send him care packages and money – she never failed to ask if he needed anything in their weekly calls and he had to work hard to convince her not to send anything despite him assuring her that he was fine – he wasn’t going to live off her overprotective and caring nature.

“I’m back,” Jean called as he opened the door and closed it behind him, juggling the grocery bags and his bag around. When Marco didn’t reply, Jean frowned and dropped his bag on the couch before keeping the groceries in the kitchen. He noticed a blue sticky note on the fridge door.

Hey Jean,

My phone’s out of credit so I couldn’t call or text you, but I got called in for work and won’t be back until around one. Don’t wait up or bother with making something for me, I’ll just put something together when I get back.

- Marco

PS: I was looking forward to your food :(

Jean frowned at the note. It was written in a rush, which only accentuated Marco’s less than neat script, and Jean felt an incredible sense of disappointment. But that was because he had went out and bought ingredients for a meal that was postponed at the every least, not because he was really looking forward to making something that would make Marco smile that amazing smile of his that felt warmer than the sun’s rays after a long and cold winter.

Jean crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash before systematically storing the groceries to keep his mind on a nice and clean path that was void of a flushed Marco in the midst of an unmentionable act of debauchery.

He grabbed what he needed and set to work making lunch. Even though Marco said not to make anything for him, Jean still wound up preparing a meal for two and Marco was still not due to arrive for about another hour. He left Marco’s half in the pan, putting a lid on top and sat at the kitchen counter to eat his own half.

It was quiet. Jean was used to eating alone since has been just him and his mom for years and she was working a lot, but with the past few weeks, he quickly got used to having someone else join him during meals. Even though he worked part time, Marco still managed to be home for lunch and dinner with Jean.

Jean picked up his phone and started looking up part time job opportunities in Trost. He used to have a part time job at a grocery store during high school and sometimes helped his mother out at the patisserie she worked at, so there was a bit of experience under his belt. Since he had the rest of the day off, he was going to take the opportunity to look around and drop into any place that looked like they were hiring.

When he finished, he cleaned up his dishes and grabbed his laptop, flopping down on his stomach on the couch to begin his search for the textbooks Hanji had said to get as well as sites that would help him find the textbooks he’d no doubt be told to get for his other classes.

At some point, he got distracted and was far too deep into videos of cockatiels whistling popular tunes when the door opened and Marco trudged in.

Jean looked up from his position on the couch and nodded, “Hey, how was work?”

Marco grumbled something about being starved and tired and stumbled to his room after giving Jean vague gestures that seemed to indicate that he would be right back.

Jean, deciding to be a nice roommate, got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to heat up Marco’s half of lunch. He was still waiting for the food to heat up when he heard Marco return to the main room.

“What are you doing?” Marco asked, coming into the kitchen.

“Just heating up your lunch,” Jean replied. When he glanced over to Marco, he was startled by their close proximity. Marco had come up behind him and was looking over his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled.

“Oh my god, that smells so good,” the taller boy moaned, biting his lip in a manner that was definitely not boner inducing. He opened his eyes and stepped to the side, creating some distance between them as he frowned slightly, “But I told you in that note that you didn’t need to.”

“You have class in an hour,” Jean replied by way of an excuse, coupled with a simple and slightly too nonchalant shrug. “Also, make sure you have credit on your phone next time.”

“It was just this once,” Marco grumbled.

Jean finished heating up Marco’s food and served it on a plate. Marco thanked him and immediately dug in, sighing at the first bite. Marco asked him about his first class and Jean learned that Marco had met Hanji during one of the programs he had taken at TU during high school and that he quite liked her, even if she had scared him a bit with her eccentricity and marginally morbid obsession with anatomy.

Marco relayed his morning, complaining about disagreeable patrons who seemed to live off of making employees of restaurants, cafés, and similar establishments miserable. That led to a conversation of Jean looking for a job and Marco suggested some places he could try and Jean made a quick list on his phone for his job hunt run.

Marco finished his meal, thanking Jean with a big, warm grin and slightly flushed freckled cheeks before he grabbed his things for his first class – he had already gotten his things ready in the morning after he came back from his run.

Jean left with Marco, walking him to the university before they parted ways. Jean felt the odd sense of something missing when he saw Marco off but stuck with a simple “See you” and lazy wave.

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A/N: Fun fact, this chapter was going to be called Not Moaning From Sexual Pleasure but I'm going to save that for later (and figure out a way to word it better) :P Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy. Drop a comment (that is not telling me to update because it will be ignored) or something.

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