#bylethit

[felixisrlycool]

help me my professor is hot

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the first thing felix thought to himself as he woke up at 5 AM sharp (every day, didn't you know the first step to mastering the blade is waking up before the sun rises? stupid) was that he really wanted to see professor byleth. he didn't have the faintest idea why -- he sees her literally every day because she's his damn professor.

that's not the point, though. probably.

no, the point is that *he wanted to see her*. the only logical conclusion he could come up with, despite the butterflies soaring in his stomach, despite his cheeks flushing crimson just by recalling her face, despite his hands twitching craving a brush of the back of her hand...

was that he wanted to spar. obviously. all he lives for is the blade. be the blade. taste the blade. harness the blade. 

if there was one thing he respected the professor for, aside from how she can mysteriously make every class topic relate to fishing, was that she could wield a blade better than -- *gasp* -- him. was a swordmaster in his eyes. totally not because she was simply more experienced than him. totally not.

he had it engraved in his head, engraved in his heart that if he proved he was far, far better swordsman than her he'd be the best that no one ever was. to train is his real test, to win was his cause. 

which lead him to staring at his sword at five in the morning where any regular person with no obligations would probably be asleep for at least another hour.

it was time. time to show his moves.

he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, ignored any personal hygiene routine --- he wasn't a barbarian, mind you, for he bathed before sleeping last night --- to do *after* he beat her in combat, and moonwalked out of his room adamant to see byleth IMMEDIATELY.       

his heart beat faster and faster the closer he was to approaching --- walking down the stairs, ignoring the curious gazes of the monastery guards, hands trembling with excitement to totally beat her in battle, not because he was looking forward to seeing her or anything! more like looking forward to beating her in combat HA!...

and much quicker than he expected, he arrived in front of his professor's door. the lantern was out, the dawn barely starting to peak in the sky. plenty of time to catch her unawares with a spar battle to impress-- beat her. B E A T  H E R.

so, like any good student would do since he wasn't a fucking boar like his house leader and byleth didn't know what a lock was, instead of breaking down the door he politely knocked not once, but TWICE, and then slammed the door open, training sword unsheathed and pointed at his professor.

"it's that time again, professor." he greeted all cool-like. or at least it sounded cooler in his head. he wouldn't know, he was trying to pretend he wasn't caught surprised by seeing her in a typically-you-wouldn't-walk-out-like-this-state. you would think he'd of known better, but when his heart is looking forward to seeing her he really REALLY wants to master the blade, he kinda zeros in SUCCESS.  

[sylvainthebeautiful-blog]

   OH MAN, OH MAN, where can he even start. there’s ten different sorts of emotions coursing through his veins, all of which relate to some varying forms of excitement. how could he not ! the most lovely, the most gracious, the most beautiful and gorgeous-- ( there simply are not enough words of  he could use to describe, her, her ) and might he add, the highest and most wanted lady of monastery, had just requested to see him, privately, personally??? oh how his hands sweat at the thought !!! 

   being the ladies’ man he is, knew the signs, and this was just the culmination of it all. oh dear professor ! he’s never been subtle with her, but now, he has no more reason to let her small advances go unheard, he will be more than glad, more, than glad, to meet her half way. first his tests results...... how she calls on his name during lessons......... just the memories are enough to make his heart skip, sylvain wants to close his eyes-- he can just see his beloved professor and her pursed lips curving around the syllables of his name, it’s more more more than enough to make anyone, any right hormonal boy-- (he is a man, although)’s chest and under below tighten. and to think that their beloved professor would shine a light to him ? 

   granted, he knew it was just about time that she did, who of course, could resist him-- it’s not like any of the other girls did, and the professor mayhaps be just like them. perhaps it’s the forbidden taboo of pursuing a relationship of power imbalances, or maybe the simple thrill of being the one the professor has chosen pumps another kind of adrenaline through him-- he knows how his highness glances at their beloved professor, how the other house leaders turn green. he would usually care not about such held ill wills, but since it does regard the beloved professor, he lets himself feel prideful. 

   he knows her, well enough, from having watched her mannerisms (outwardly he would never admit to boldly state that he... ogles,) and what she prefers-- she truly is an enigma, a continuous unraveling mystery. she had reprimanded him for his treatment of some lady folk downtown (who’s names are already flushed out of his mind), and had turned him down instantaneously. after that, he had been passing attempts at her, every so often, but now, oh he knew it was about time that she caved. he was going to unravel this line of hers ! pridefully, knowing that he was going to win her over with this-- tightens the wrap of paper around the array of fish bait in a makeshift bouquet (that he knows she’ll love), flashes his most dashing of smile, and knocks the door frame of their empty classroom with a little wave in his other hand.

   « hey there professor, might i say that your beauty is absolutely ethereal in the light of the setting sun, » for all the unfortunate drama he’s never signed up for in his life, he sure is glad that the goddess decided to bless him with a smoking hot professor. he isn’t really looking at her face-- but he’s quick to redirect (can you really blame him, when she dresses like that, she’s a buffet for his eyes to feast, he can’t help himself).  « i must say professor, that was pretty bold of you, here i was thinking i came off strong, but frankly, i’m flattered. » sylvain saunters towards her, offering her the bouquet of bait with a smile, hiding the mild disdain he has of holding this for the past ten minutes, the little sufferings he does for love

    « first i realized the way you call my name, then i catch the way that you look at me... and now this recent test professor? giving me a sixty-nine percent... what are you trying to say? » truly there was only one explanation!  « and asking me to see me after class what surely the boldest of moves... i usually like to make moves on the ladies first, but i’m willing to change it up for you, professor. » he runs a dramatic hand through his hair, seemingly perfect bangs shuffle in a perfect tumble, a classic move that’s sure to work, a ninety nine percent, fool proof tactic, 

   « how about we take pour some tea for this lovely night ahead, eh professor? » he can just see it now, professor knows his favorite bergamot tea, they’ll talk over some biscuits, and... and...

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