"You look like shit Yeager." Jean says to Eren noticing a clump of moss stuck to his friend's head, which he couldn't help but laugh at.
Both men had climbed out of the pond and now were situated on the grass using the last rays of the sun's heat to dry off.
Eren chuckles. "You look like shit too Jean."
"Good grief, you two never change." Armin sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. Him and the others were now crowded around the soaked men following their brawl.
Y/n crouches down to Eren's eye level picking the moss off his damp hair. "You two are going to need a shower." She states throwing the moss back into the pond. She peers over to a very soaked Jean, "I can put your clothes in the wash and give you a spare of Eren's for now."
Jean really didn't want to borrow Eren's clothes, for the sake of his pride, but decides to not argue considering he was an hour away from the hotel, and it would be an uncomfortable drive wearing damp clothing. "Yah that's sound fine. Thanks Y/n".
"I'll get you guys towels first so you're not dripping water all over the house." Y/n stands up heading towards the house.
Mikasa stood there fidgeting wondering if she should help since it was her husband that started the fight. There was something Mikasa wanted to speak to Y/n about as well. "I'm going to see if Y/n needs me to carry anything!" She exclaims quickly turning around to follow her friend.
It was Jean's turn to watch after Mikasa as she leaves the group, which Eren noticed. "Looks like I'm not the only one whipped." He nudges Jean in the arm in the hopes the teasing would get under his skin.
It was Jeans turn to blush at the remark. "Yah yah whatever you say Yeager." He responds looking to the ground hoping no one saw his face change color.
Meanwhile, Y/n was upstairs in the walk-in closet of their bedroom grabbing a pair of Eren's grey sweatpants. She was looking through some of his t-shirts in attempt to find one that somewhat fit Jean knowing he was slightly taller and bigger build than Eren.
She manages to find a burgundy one with a graphic logo printed in white. The shirt was Eren's usual size but was looser fitting on him.
"Did you need help?", a voice behind Y/n catches her attention turning her hear over her should to find Mikasa standing at the entrance of the closet. "Yah, are those pants going fit Jean?", gesturing towards the pair of sweats lying on the floor.
Mikasa picks up them looking over. "They'll fit him.", she says. Her gaze shifts towards the shirt in Y/n's hand. "And that shirt should fit him fine also. He likes shirts from that company says they make his shoulders look more masculine." She chuckles.
Y/n laughs as well, "Well that's good at least he won't be uncomfortable." She stands up from her place holding the shirt. "Eren likes the material from this company also, but this style fitted loosely on him, so he just wears it when doing stuff around the house."
"It's funny how those two always bicker, but yet they have a lot in common." Mikasa smiles taking the shirt from Y/n. "Did you need me to carry anything else?" She asks.
"Um, I think those are good. I just need to grab towels." Y/n replies checking with herself that this was all she was going to need. "You can actually put the clothes in the bathroom down the hall for Jean when he showers." She then adds.
Mikasa nods her head as she follows Y/n into the hallway. There was a small linen closet next to the bathroom that she had just mentioned. Mikasa places the articles of clothing on top the counter then heading back into the hall.
She pauses momentarily taking a moment to admire the upper level noticing the little details Eren had put into the structure including a small pocket light in the ceiling allowing for the sun's rays to poke through.
