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@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies

@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies

Hey! Just so everyone knows Sasha isn’t my only muse but she’s the only one that shows when I follow or like something of anyone’s! For those of you who I like starter calls for but don’t want to RP with sasha heres the list of my other blogs! Attack on Titan Sasha @titansealgair Jean @chevalmalcompris Connie @fagioloprezioso Naruto Kushina Uzumaki @akaihinoatama Sakura Haruno @groundbreakingcherry Hinata Hyuuga @lavandereyes Kiba Inuzuka @fangednin Rin Nohara @smoldeadkonoichi Sabaku No Temari @fanmebitch

My Hero Academia Momo Yaoyorozu @studiousclassrep Nana Shimura @strongwilledindependantwoman Mina Ashido @racooneyedtemptress Uraraka Ochako @zerogravitymochi

Seven Deadly Sins Merlin @sekushinagattonnomajutsu-shi Diane @happijaianto

Fairytail Aries @timidfluffygirl Virgo @legs-of-steel-maid

@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies

STARTER CALL

Indie Jean. Multi Ship, Multi Gen, Semi-selective, Canon divergent, crossover friendly Jean Kirstein.

@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies

OCTOBER: HALLOWEEN ANIME GRAPHICS MONTH

“Don’t you ussually exercise alone jeager?” The duotoned boy asks, peering over at him as he jogs at a steady pace

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@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies

@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies

@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies

@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies

@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies

@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies

@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies

@sukafunosokubaku​ Summary: Jean is a college dropout, living the Rockstar lifestyle, minus the band. Spending all his money on booze and drugs, his life is spiraling out of control. Mikasa is hard-working, she didn’t go to college because she couldn’t afford it but she makes the most of what she has, working a nine to five, six days a week job at the local coffee shop, Toffee Beans. Mikasa’s friends convince her to go for a night out in one of the clubs downtown, hoping she might find a potential love interest. Bumping into Mikasa, Jean is infatuated from the first sight. After spending the night together, Mikasa knows this wouldn’t be an ideal relationship but wants to remain friends, from that moment on Jean tries to turn his life around and prove that he’s the person Mikasa has wanted all along.

Jean groans and slams the blaring alarm next to his bed. 2 pm already. His hangover rang in his head. Eyes aching as he opened them to the stream of light coming through the window of his studio apartment. Amber eyes skim the scene. Small and cramped, take out boxes thrown atop a small table, clothes kicked around the floor, the few dishes sitting in the sink ready to be washed. The duo-toned boy runs a hand through his hair as he sits up. Another miserable day to forget. 

A moment later he pushes himself from the warmth of his bed. The cold air tickling his pale skin. Maybe wearing only boxers to bed wasn’t the smartest for winter. He strolls over to the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and getting a glass of water from the kitchen sink. The man then takes the medicine before setting the container back. As he closes the cabinet his own amber hues meet him. He stares at the dark bags under his eyes, his messy hair, untamed and wild, and his pale skin. 

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “I look like shit” He grumbles in a deep tone. After a moment he brushes his teeth and starts his shower. Once he’s stepped out of the shower and dry he shaves and peers around the room for some sort of outfit. Grabbing articles of clothing from the floor, he takes a whiff of each, discarding ones that cause a grimace. Soon enough he’s wearing black ripped jeans, a band tee, and some nice leather jacket. 

Maybe he should take his laundry and visit his mom’s for that and a nice homecooked meal. But he wasn’t sure. He hasn’t been there in a while. The shame of his lifestyle made it so he couldn’t face his mother. She tried her best despite his dad being gone, Even worked to send him to college but he screwed it all up. After his grades dropped due to the wreaking ball they called depression he couldn’t fix it. Her hard work was for naught. He should have accomplished more at this point in life but he’s living in a shitty studio apartment he can barely afford and wasting his life. The sight of him just might kill her… The tall man starts picking up his clothes and tossing them into a hamper before doing the small number of dishes. He then throws away the various take out containers that were thrown about while he was wasted and takes the trash out. Next thing he knows his phone pings. He takes it out of his pocket and skims over the messages from the group chat. Sasha was asking about the club tonight. Marco and Connie answered quickly saying they were in. Jean sighs as he checks his bank statement. 

‘I don’t know I’m living on 40 right now’ He replies before heading back inside. ‘Jean I’ll cover your drinks man, I got a promotion today. Plus I’ll make you some food for the rest of the week so you don’t starve!~’ Sasha replies. Promotion huh? ‘Fine I’ll be there’ He replies