Training for You (fe3h Ferdibert fanfic)

Training for You

It was late at night in the monastery, the sun had set, the stars were out, and everything was illuminated with candle and moonlight. Most, if not all of the students were in bed, or on their way. Hubert was walking around to make sure everyone was in their rooms, like he did most nights.

He was wearing his uniform, nothing out of the ordinary; his shoes clicking against the concrete, his hair softly blowing in the night breeze, walking with a stride along side the pond. His hands were behind his back as he moved along, holding them together right above his tailbone, a straight look sat on his face.

As he walked beside the students rooms downstairs, he remembered that he hadn't checked the training grounds yet. He was expecting Felix of all people to be there, getting ready to say what he told him everytime. Upon opening the door, however, there stood a red head weilding a lance. Ferdinand, of all people.

Ferdinand had taken off his overcoat and gloves, his sleeves rolled up, showing many freckles spotted across his arms, mainly along the folds. Holding his lance tightly, sweat was dripping down his forehead along his cheeks, drops falling off of his chin. As he ran his hand through his hair, Hubert could see how messy it was; Parts of it being wet with sweat. His messy hair stayed out of his face as he brushed it back, for the most part, at least. Breathing heavily, he looked over to see Hubert standing there, a couple strands of his ginger locks falling back into his face, but ignored him and went back to training.

Watching for a second, Hubert seemed almost lost. Seeing Ferdinand stand there, he hadn't even noticed the freckles spotted along his face before, confused on how he couldn't, seeing as they were so obvious. A part of him felt like he couldn't look away, Ferdinand's button up now skin tight from the sweat, some parts of the white fabric showing skin underneath as it was drenched.

When Hubert finally came to his senses, he crossed his arms starting to speak, "What are you doing still up? Usually you'd be in your room resting by now." He spoke lowly.

Ferdinand ignored him again, letting out grunts as he swung his lance around.

"Ferdinand." Hubert spoke again, raising an eyebrow, but only got another grunt in response. Walking closer, he grabbed Ferdie's lance mid-swing, and looked at him, "I knew you were incompetent, but I didn't know you were deaf, too, Ferdinand."

Ferdie quickly pulled away from Hubert, "I am not, deaf. I was just ignoring you." he said bluntly, still breathing heavily and barely able to talk, "What is it that you want?"

Hubert was a little surprised by the way Ferdinand responded to him. Yes, they'd argue, all the time, but Ferdie was never the one to truely start off being so blatantly rude, "I just came by to tell you to go rest, is all. I usually don't have to run into you, though. Quite the inconvenience, if you ask me." Hubert said with an irritated frown.

"I will go to bed, when I am tired." Ferdinand replied, swinging his lance again, visibly being short of breath, still, but nonetheless putting in all the effort he could. It almost looked as if he was about to collapse to the floor, and his swings, though he definitely was, seemed as if he wasn't putting in all the effort he could.

"I am no nurse, in any means. But, if you keep overworking yourself like that, it might injure you. I suggest you stop yourself, before you do." Hubert said out of, mostly concern, but tried his best to make it sound like he really didn't care at all.

Ferdinand swung one last time, before his legs finally gave out, falling to the ground on his hands and knees, dropping his lance beside him. With hair falling in front of his face, more sweat dripped off his nose and onto the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly; He felt as if he was going to collapse completely. His arms were starting to shake, barely even able to hold up his own weight, only to push himself to stand back up. Grabbing his lance, he stood up straight, his legs shaking now, too. He went to swing again, but was stopped by Hubert grabbing it himself once more.