~from Jean's POV~
My whole body ached, and every time I moved, heat seemed to seep out of my pores. Even so, I was constantly hot, and I had to spend half an hour in the dunk tank just for the constant pain to cease. Then Armin, Eren, and Erwin hauled me out (which hurt like hell) and sat me down.
"How do you feel?" Erwin asked, his brow furrowed. "I mean, are you- can you-"
"I'm none too shabby," I said, trying to joke, but my throat burned and my lungs couldn't handle the pain of laughter.
"If we had some aloe...or some type of moisturizer..." Armin trailed off. "I'm not sure what we have in camp, but we have to get you back there so you can recover. Can you walk?"
"I can try." I got up (with help - which hurt like hell, again) and started walking. The soles of my feet burned, the muscles in my legs burned, everything burned - but I didn't want to walk back to camp being held up by three other people.
All right, maybe I just didn't want to look weak in front of (y/n).
But when I stumbled into camp, she wasn't there. Nobody was, actually. At least, I didn't see them. I'd kind of been hoping that-
Well, it didn't happen, so I shouldn't get my hopes up.
"Well, thanks guys, but I think I'm going to lie down," I said, already moving toward the nearest tent. "We can look for the al-whatever in the morning."
And with that, I opened the tent flap and went into my tent.
Only, it wasn't my tent.
It was (y/n)'s tent.
"Jean," she said, surprised. Her expression was strange, with her widened eyes underscored by the dark bags that had been accumulating over several days. "You're alive."
I laughed, even though my lungs felt like shit, because it looked like (y/n) needed some cheering up, and don't they say that laughter is the best medicine? Screw the aloe.
"Jean, everybody else is dying. I was really scared," she admitted quietly.
"It's okay, (y/n). I'm not going anywhere." You smiled at her, and it felt like your face was stretching out and cracking.
"Jean," she said again, and her eyes were wet. "I thought you were going to die. I thought that you weren't coming back."
"Hey now, (y/n). Are you trying to get rid of me?" I smiled again. "Actually, I have you to thank for keeping me alive in the first place. Your hands...how are they?"
(Y/n) held them up slowly. They looked painful, red, and small.
"I'm sorry, (y/n)," I whispered. "I'm sorry that you got hurt because of me."
"Jean, you're alive. That's what matters."
"All right, fine." I tried smiling again, but I was at my limit on the pain threshold, so I just gave a half-smile. "But, (y/n), there's something you need to know..."
"Yeah? What?"
"(Y/n), I didn't drop my phone into the fire."
"Oh?"
"I was pushed."

~from (y/n)'s POV~
"You were pushed?" Levi asked, narrowing his eyes at Jean. After Jean had told me, I had insisted that we inform Levi, since he was the unofficial investigator of the recent deaths.
"Yeah." Jean glared back at Levi.
Well...this was going well.
"Stop looking at him like that, Levi," you finally said. "He's the victim, not the murderer."
"(Y/n), he could have easily put his own phone in the fire in order to frame someone else. This doesn't prove anything."
"Levi! What do you have against Jean?!"
Levi glared at you. "We don't need to talk about this right now." What he meant, of course, was that he didn't need to have a personal conversation with you while Jean was standing there, confused.
"Look, Levi. I just brought Jean here to tell you that someone who was at the fire tonight might be the killer."
"Really, (y/n)? That's convenient for you and Jean, isn't it."
"What do you mean?"
"You said that anybody at the fire could be the killer. It's a bit odd, then, isn't it, that everybody was at the fire...except you?"
"I-"
"And I assume it's also pure coincidence that you came back just in time to save Jean?"
"Levi!"
"Well, it's odd, isn't it? If one of you is the killer, this would be the perfect plan to clear both of you of suspicion. Jean is the victim; (y/n) is the hero. (Y/n) is the only person with an alibi - an alibi that was never explained. Why did you run off, (y/n)? Pulling your usual dramatic getaways? And need I remind you that you, (y/n), are the one who found Marco - on another one of your suspicious late-night walks. You were also the roommate of the first victim, Sasha. You have had intimate relationships with multiple people in this camp, which gives you ample motive. Honestly, (y/n), you're probably the prime suspect. You got friendly with Jean and convinced him to be your accomplice."
"Levi!" Your eyes were wide. "I didn't kill anyone!"
"Funny," he responded,  "because most people would say they've never killed anyone."
"Jean, I swear, I'm not-"
"I know, (y/n)," Jean said, but his expression was serious, unlike the Jean you usually knew.
That's when you started thinking. How long has Levi suspected you? Was it just something he came up with now because he was angry with you for what you'd said earlier? Or had he been thinking this for a while? Had he been thinking about it as he'd talked with you, smiled at you, kissed you?
Had he been playing you this whole time?
Maybe he and Erwin weren't so different after all.
Smack.
The ring resounded through the tent for a moment. You hadn't planned on slapping Levi, but oh, had it been worth it.
"You're...you're the worst," you said angrily through tears. "And frick, ow, that hurt like a bitch," you muttered, caressing your hand.
Jean laughed, and you knew it hurt by the way he cringed, but you appreciated his effort nonetheless.
"I hope it stings," you said to leave without looking at him, and then you and Jean left.