Love's Sorrow (Jean x Reader)

Swim Team Manager

I've always wanted to swim underneath the sunset with you.

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"So basically, the idea is to start a club where we eat like uh like-" "Like a cooking club?" You set you pencil down and turned to Sasha. "No, we would just eat, no cooking!" Sasha held up the cinnamon roll she had in her hand. "That's lunch. The school wouldn't approve that."

"Oh my god, I really need a club to look good on college applications." She groaned and slammed her head on the table. "I told you that Freshman year Sasha. Everyone here is in something, even the nobodies." You shook your head and patted Sasha on the back. "Hey!"

You heard the soft voice and looked up to see Armin and Mikasa approaching your desk. "Oh hey!" You watched as they pulled up chairs and sat in front of you and Sasha. "What's wrong with her?" Mikasa looked over to Sasha, who still had her head on the desk.

"Clubs. She's not in any." You giggled and nudged Sasha for her to lift up her head. "Sasha, how about you join the broadcast club? They need someone to do the announcements since the last person quit." Armin suggested and Sasha peered up at him. "That sounds easy enough." She perked up and then looked over to Mikasa.

"Wait, how do you know them?" Sasha turned to you, her eyes wide. "Well Armin I had to work with on the project, and Mikasa lives with Eren so." You kept it simple since it didn't seem like Sasha was paying attention. "Are you in any clubs, Y/N?" Mikasa asked and you shook your head.

"I was always too focused on going to Reiner's swim competitions, I didn't care about myself."

"Well if you're always there, we could use a manager." Your brother's voice came from behind you and you jumped out of your seat. "Huh? I thought you guys didn't need one." You raised your eyebrows and Reiner chuckled. "We're going to regionals, which means we'll be traveling and have a lot more on our plate. I'll bring it up to coach." Reiner ruffled your hair and looked behind him.

"Right, Jean. Right, Connie?" Reiner called back to them and they both came running towards him. Jean's eyes looked you up and down as you stood in front of Reiner. "Doesn't matter to me. As long as they don't get in the way." You tensed up at Jean's remark and watched as his eyes traveled over to Mikasa.

"We could always use someone cute like Mikasa." Jean smirked and Mikasa got up from the chair. "I'll see you later, Y/N." Mikasa smiled as she pulled Armin away. "Does that mean we get more cookies?!" Connie hopped around, nearly hitting Reiner in his arm.

"If you guys do well." Reiner grabbed onto Connie and shoved him backwards. Connie sulked to the back of the room, Jean following him on his heels. "You'll stay focused around all the boys, right?" Reiner raised his eyebrows and your face heated up. "W-What?! There's no one on the team that I-" "How about Jean?" Reiner craned his neck back to catch a glimpse of the boy, leaning on the windowsill.

"He's a dick. Trust me I won't be distracted."

You watched as Coach Miche silently watched the boys race from one end of the pool to the other. He may have been quiet, but his eyes spoke a lot when he was frustrated with the team. He also had a nice build, and he was young. The sound of a whistler interrupted your thoughts and you quickly scrambled to grab all the Gatorade bottles.

The boys came out of the pool and headed straight towards you. Red for Reiner. Yellow for Connie. White for Jean. White for Marco. Blue for Porco.... You recited everything as you grabbed the bottles and handed them to the right guys. "Connie. You have to get your time up. Even if it's just by a couple of seconds." Reiner said as he twisted the cap off his bottle.

"I know... You try doing butterfly." Connie scoffed and took a swig of his drink. "Oh yeah, you try doing backstroke." Reiner set the bottle down on the bleachers. "One more run. Y/N, go prepare towels and things in the locker room." Coach Miche walked over and you quickly got up.

You walked over to the locker room, making sure not to slip on the tiles. You looked back as you pushed the locker room door opened to see all the boys get dive back into the pool. You headed into the locker room, heading straight towards the pile of colorful towels thrown on the counter.

You grabbed the red towel, which was Reiner's and folded it neatly. You picked it up and threw it on the bench in front of his locker. You folded each of the towels and put them in front of the respected lockers. You spotted the laundry bin sitting near the toilets and dragged it over near the door.

The sounds of boys laughing and feet hitting the wet floors got closer to the door. Before you could open the door, it swung open and the boys came rushing in. "I swear Porco, next time I'm going to get you." Marco wrapped his arms around the tall boy's shoulders.

You quickly turned back as you were heading out and caught a glimpse of Jean pulling down his swim trunks. You quickly ran out before you could see anything, but you had the feeling Jean had caught you.

"Y/N. Sorry, but would you be able to stay and make sure the stuff for their next competition is good? I have a meeting." Coach Miche was sitting on the side of the pool, a clip board in his hands. "Of course." You smiled as he stood up and handed you the clip board.

"That seems about-" You held the pen to your lips as you looked over the times of the swim team compared to the others. "You're still here?" Jean leaned in to look at the sheet you were marking on. "Hey! You scared me!" You jumped a little bit as he brushed up against your hair.

"Not my fault you are clueless." Jean stood up and began walking away. He looked up at the sky above the pool. One of the advantages of having an outdoor pool was being able to see the sunset as it got later in the day. You stood up, cleaning up all the papers and the pencils, shoving them into your tote.

You swung the bag over your shoulder and walked with Jean around the pool. "The time on your freestyle is-" Jean's hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you closer to the pool. "Hey!" You struggled against his hands as he pushed you, sending you straight into the cold water.

You didn't have time to react as your head went under the water and quickly came back up. You wiped the water out of your eyes and looked up at Jean to see him smirking. "You fucking ass." You placed your hands on the edge of the pool and lifted yourself up.

Your clothes were soaked and dripping onto the tiles. "Jean you-" You were about to hit him when you noticed where his eyes were looking. You looked down to see your white shirt gripping to your skin and lucky for you, exposing your bra underneath. "Hey! Pervert!" You smacked his arm and quickly covered yourself with your bag.

"Next time, don't wear a white shirt." Jean winked as he walked towards the gate of the pool. "This boy..." You let out a sigh as you followed him, waddling from the uncomfortable wetness of your body. "See you later Bugeyes!" Jean held up his hand as he disappeared out of site.