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[nobilisseoblige]

[nobilisseoblige]

hold on!? and in what world would that elicit THREE strikes, dear narrator!?

he imagined a different reaction! had he been wrong? are fair maidens not intent on reserving their lips to people they love? okay. no, he was aware that some would approach this more liberally, but— he was shoved quite harshly off of her, hands immediately shooting up like the knights of Seiros had caught him midway through some heinous crime.

but he wasn't naughty, he swore on it!

would she have preferred something else? would she have preferred a kiss? but— (did she even know his name!?) it mattered not what he could have done, because he had slighted her by way of omission. "I'm sorry, no truly I am." he was. which was the worst part of this affair. "please, you are in no need to accept my apology, but know that I simply had no intention to wrong yo—"

he was left aghast, as she dragged the Black Eagles into the mud. oh Edelgard would have his head on a pike.

"hold on!? are we talking about the same house? please, i beg you spare my house your blanket opinions and simply lay judgement upon me." pleading, he folded his hands together as if to pray.

"should I assume that you would have preferred a kiss?" BZZZT. "would that have been less humiliating?" BZZZT. BZZZZT. "Mitama, please…"

presumptuous!

it was the first time he used her name, given that he had yet to formally introduce himself. wonderful. splendid. the holidays were not supposed to be some sordid affair, but he had walked into a scene with his gloves painted red.

"i assure you, if i overstepped your boundaries, i'd also have to offer up my tongue!"

The first strike against him is that he does not move out of her way as requested. He continues to stand in her path, blocking the way between her and her obligations. She cares not for the class itself, but her attendance has been rather poor of late due to far more interesting options. If she does not enter the room, it will cause problems for her that she does not wish to deal with.

The second strike against her comes in the form of hands that rest on her shoulders like heavy weights. So unexpected are they that Mitama cannot stop herself from jumping in his grasp. She follows his lead on stumbling legs, taking her place within the hall with confused eyes that glare up at him.

The third strike comes in the realization of just what he had abruptly funneled her away from. Ah. A display of an extremely public rejection.

Mitama's own cheeks turn red. Not with shame, but with fury. She had not wanted to participate in such a trivial and frivolous tradition anyway, but he did not need to turn her into some sort of spectacle like this!

"Oh, I imagine your hands would be a good start at some sort of penance." Mitama's hands rise up in turn to shove his off of her. Was it so much to ask for a peaceful morning at this school?

"Do the Black Eagles not have any sense of decorum with them? Are they so prideful that the idea of a potential insult to their pride is so unthinkable, that a display intended to humiliate their fellow students is preferable?"

Mitama scoffs. "A no would have sufficed. Thank you for the embarrassment! I look forward into being the joke of this following class."