It was past midnight when the doorbell rang. Or better, when someone apparently decided to lay down on the fucking button. Eren untangled himself from Armin's arms and jumped out of the bed as the sound didn't stop. "Goddammit, will you stop?!" he shouted as the shrill tone didn't end.

Eren crossed the dark living room with quick steps as he heard the doors from his other two roommates being opened. Without checking through the peephole who the asshole outside was, he unlocked the door and opened it with a fast jerk.

"What?" he yelled.

Only then, Eren saw the person standing in front of him. It was a young woman, which he had never seen before. She quickly removed her finger from the doorbell. Her brown eyes widened in shock as she apparently realised that she was standing in front of the wrong door. "Oh god, I'm sorry … I-I … seems like that's the wrong door," she stumbled and offered an apologetic smile.

If he wouldn't have been that tired, Eren might have argued with her, but the only thing he managed was a sour glare.

"Sorry again," the brunette in front of him said and turned on her heels.

"Jeager, who the hell is there?" Jean's voice came from the living room.

Eren closed the door with an annoyed groan. "No one! Just go back in your stable, horseface!"

Maybe it was a little bit too mean, but Eren didn't care. Some idiot just had woken him up from his precious sleep. Damn it, it was the first night that week he could have actually gotten some sleep and then this!

Just as he was five or six steps away from the door, the bell rang again.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? What's now?"

It was the same woman, only her smile was gone and a stern mien replaced it. "Looks like I was right after all," she said and slipped past Eren into the apartment. Too sleepy to have been able to react on time, the only thing left for the man was to run after the strange intruder.

Determined, she busted into the living room.

The room itself was small and rather spartanic when it came to the equipment. There were a dark green couch and two red lazy begs in the middle of the room, a big chest served as a replacement for the coffee table. The furniture was pointed towards a TV that was hanging on the wall between the bedroom doors of Armin and Eren. Only Eren's was open though, with a confused looking Armin standing there in his boxer briefs and an oversized t-shirt. The said blonde looked confused between his boyfriend and the mysterious woman in their living room. Exactly across from their bedroom doors, there were the ones from Mikasa and Jean.

"You," the woman hissed at Jean and the others gave him a confused look. The dark blonde seemed as confused as they were. "You fucking asshole! Did you really think that I wouldn't find out about that bitch you were seeing?"

Jean looked completely lost. "Wh-What are you talking about?"

"Oh don't give me this crap!" the brunette's voice grew louder as she stepped closer to a very scared looking Jean. "How could you do this to me?"

"Sash, what?" Jean desperately cried, but she just pushed him back into his room and pushed the door close with a loud smack.

"Ok, WHO is she and WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Eren asked, but the other two just shook their heads. One second passed with every one of them in a confused silence. But then, the three sprinted to Jean's door, trying to hear as much as possible.

"How long has this been going on?" the brunet's muffled voice came through the door.

"Oh my god, did any of you knew Jean has a girlfriend?" Armin whispered.

"Sasha, there is nothing going on with anybody!"

"Don't fucking lie to my face!"

"Someone should tell this poor girl that it's impossible for that horseface to score with anyone," Eren commented with a low voice, earning a punch on his shoulder from Mikasa.

"Sasha, please believe me! … There's … There's no one. I-I only love you."

"Oooooh. my. god. Kirschtein actually has a girlfriend."

"Why did he never tell us?" Mikasa piped up for the first time. She sounded hurt.

"Yeah, right. Is she the reason you never introduced me to your friends? All the stupid excuses you made – was it because you're actually messin' around with more women?"

"Sasha, please! You're overreacting for nothing!"

"Yeah, listen to him, Sasha. Jean would never do such a thing," Armin whispered and Eren wasn't sure if the blonde really meant to say that out loud. But as much as he hated to admit it, his boyfriend was probably right. Even though Kirschtein was the biggest idiot he had ever met, he was a loyal person and would never cheat on somebody like that.

"You know what, Jean? Go fuck yourself!"

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Jean stumbled into his room, almost losing his balance. The door fell shout with a loud sound and he turned around to face Sasha. He had no idea what the hell was going on. One minute, he was woken up by the doorbell, and the next, Sasha was shouting at him because he cheated on her? The scene was too absurd to be true, he thought.

"How long has this been going on?" she asked with a loud voice, but she covered his mouth with her hand before he could say anything.

"I didn't know you had roommates, oh god, just play along. Improvise," she then whispered and now that she was standing that close to him, Jean realised that she had a confused look on her face as well.

He nodded and she removed her hand. "Sasha, there's nothing going on with anybody," he said a little bit louder than necessary, but only because they both knew that his roommates were probably eavesdropping.

"What is going on?" he asked with a low voice.

"I need to talk to you," the brunette answered, before she shouted; "Don't fucking lie to my face!"

Jean cringed at the loud noise next to him. "Is it about the new law?"

The woman nodded.

"Sasha, please believe me! There's … There's no one!" He sucked at this - that much was clear. Jean was sure that he didn't come off convincing enough. "I-I only love you."

When he said that, Sasha almost started laughing next to him. "Wow, now I have to think of som'thin' equally good," she said with a wink.

"Yeah, right. Is she the reason you never introduced me to your friends? All the stupid excuses you made – was it because you're actually messin' around with more women?"

"Listen, I'll run out. I'll wait down at the metro station."

Fascinated with her improvising-skills, Jean nodded. "Sasha, please! You're overreacting for nothing."

"Take a jacket, it's cold outside," the brunette said and a small smile crossed her face. "You know what, Jean? Go fuck yourself!"

"How charming," Jean mouthed.

"Station," Sasha only said and tore open the door. Jean saw his roommates jump away from the door as his "girlfriend" stormed out.

"Sasha, wait!" he screamed after her, to make the picture of a desperate boyfriend complete.

"Kirschtein, what the hell was this?" Jeager appeared in his room.

Since Jean was only wearing a pair of sweat-pants, he had to search for something to cover his upper body.

"You have a girlfriend?" Armin asked, showing up next to Eren.

Jean took the next hoodie he could find in his dresser and put it on. "Had; if you don't let me out."

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"God, Jeager, you're so annoying! I have my reasons, now let me go."

Just as he passed the two young men, Mikasa appeared in the doorframe and blocked his exit. He couln't read her expression. "Is that what she said true?"

"No, it's not. Now please let me go, before I won't be able to catch her."

Without any change in her current expression, Mikasa stepped aside and Jean ran past her.

.

The nearest metro-station was two blocks away. When Jean came closer, he saw Sasha from the back; she was sitting on the first stair. "What the hell was this scene?" he asked and sat down next to her.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't know that you were living with someone and I figured that the best excuse for me to show up at this hour was to play your girlfriend." She fell silent for a while, before she looked at Jean in shock. "Please don't tell me you actually have a real girlfriend?"

Jean let out a laugh. "Wow, took you long enough to think about that scenario. But no, I don't have one."

The woman next to him let out a sigh and mumbled, probably more to herself than Jean; "Oh god, I acted so stupid, Levi's gonna kill me."

"Levi?" The concrete stairs were too cold for him to sit with only thin sweat-pants on. So Jean stood up and shoved his hands in the pockets of the hoodie.

"You don't know Levi?" Sasha asked in disbelief.

"… No." the blonde admitted. The only 'important' people from Trost he had met were Don Smith and Squad Leader Zacharius.

"You lucky bastard … Oh, right, why I'm here: What do you know about this new law?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't know anything." As he spoke those words, he could literally see how all the hope Sasha still had left her. "No one said anything in the station. We also just heard it on the news … But, don't worry, I don't think anything will happen to you."
And he meant it. From what he knew, the MP had almost no profiles from the Corps members and he was dead sure that he never saw neither Sasha's name nor picture in the few files Dawk had shown them.

"I'm not worried about me," she said with a doleful smile.

As she didn't continue to speak after a few moments, Jean decided to get over the fact that his ass would freeze off and sat back next to Sasha, their shoulders touching. "Wanna talk about it?"

Jean didn't know how much time passed, before he realised that Sasha was trying her best to hold back her sobbing. "They'll kill Connie."

"Hey, hey, nothing will happen to him," Jean tried to comfort her. He didn't know who this Connie was, nor why the MP would kill exactly, but that wasn't something to mention now. He even patted her back in a very awkward motion.

Sasha looked up to him with teary eyes. "That idiot is behind bars, and no one can help him now."

Oh well, now he saw why.

"Don't say such a thing. This law - it didn't undergo the usual procedure that it takes to adopt it and something is odd about it. If you ask me, that TV-appearance was to scare the Corps members, to cause panic amongst them."

"You think so?" Her voice was full of hope and Jean strongly hoped to be right this time.

"As I said, no one ever told us anything about this. Dawk should tell us about it tomorrow, given the fact that we're the Anti-Mafia department … I'll call you as soon as I find somethin' out, ok?"

Then, Jean stood up and held his hand out. "I should bring you home now."

Sasha let him pull her up. "Thanks, Jean. But I'll be fine by myself."

Her response disappointed him a little, but he didn't let it shine through. "Alright. Good night then."

"Night," she said and started walking into the opposite direction of Jean's apartment.

Jean looked after her until she turned around the corner. Then, he walked back to his apartment, hoping that his roommates were asleep again so that he wouldn't have to answer any questions from them. What the hell was he even supposed to tell them about Sasha in the first place?

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AN: I AM REALLY REALLY SORRY THAT IT ALWAYS TAKES ME SO LONG TO UPDATE
thanks for putting up with me, you guys are amazing. 3
also: levihan-moment to follow in the next ch, which will hopefully be done soon (i have a shitload of work for the uni, but i'll try to find some time to write)