You sit at a table in the kitchen of the Bazaar, slowly sipping on a cup of soup you bought. Even with the sun halfway below the horizon, the Bazaar is still bustling with activity. It won't close until the moon has risen. You sigh and take another sip. Footsteps approach you from behind. You don't look up at someone pulls out a stool and sits across from you.
"Mind if I join you?" Oiseau asks nervously.
"Shoot yourself out," you reply.
He folds his hands and props them up on the table. You place your now empty bowl and turn your gaze to him. He's looking down sheepishly.
"I'm... sorry for how I reacted when you won. I wasn't being very nice," he apologizes.
"I saw something wrong with it. You were disappointed. I understand completely," you reply, standing up and placing your bowl in a tub of dirty dishes.
"Really?" he asks.
You nod and exit the kitchen area, Oiseau following right behind. He follows you to the smith station, where you tap on the desk to get the attention of the smith.
"Oh, hey (y/n)! What can I do for you?" Gondo asks, flipping up the mask that covers the top half of his face.
"I got a scratch on this a while back, and my trial today didn't help it. I was wondering if you could buff it out for me," you ask, slipping out of your sword strap and placing the sheath on the counter.
Gondo picks it up and unsheathes the sword, looking at it from all angles.
"Yeah, sure. I'll give it a new shine job while I'm at it. It should be ready tomorrow morning," he replies, sliding the sword back into the sheath and turning back to you.
"Thanks, Gondo. You're a life saver," you reply, turning around and stepping down the steps.
You walk over to the shop, Oiseau still behind you.
"Hey, um, (y/n)?" he asks.
"Mhm?" you grunt, turning his direction with a sheath of arrows in your hand.
He stands silently for a moment, mildly trembling. You wait patiently, though your patience is starting to wear.
"Nothing," he sighs.
"Alright," you mumble, turning back to the shelf.
You're both silent as you make the purchase for the arrows and you both walk back to the Academy, side by side. He holds the door open for you, something he started a while ago as a joke, but with a solemn expression on his face. You thank him and stop in front of your room, leaning against the wall next to the door. He stands in front of you, looking down at his fidgety hands.
"I know you're leaving for the surface tomorrow. Groose told me," he starts.
"Yeah, and?" you ask.
He takes a very deep breath, which makes you a little uneasy.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you," he says, hesitating.
"Well, third time's the charm, so spill it," you reply.
"I... really, really like you, (y/n)," he says, letting it out with one large exhale.
"Excuse me?" you ask, not completely comprehending what he just said.
"I like you more than a friend, (y/n), and I just can't hide or help it anymore. That's why I want to do... this," he repeats.
He leans into you, placing one hand on the wall, and plants a kiss on your cheek. You immediately recoil and push him away, your cheeks burning. His face is as red as a crimson loftwing. You're not sure if your cheeks are red from anger or embarrassment. It may possibly be both.
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Mystic in the Air - Ghirahim x female reader
FanfictionWARNING! FEMALE READER! You're training to become a knight on Skyloft, but as soon as you graduate the academy, The Surface is opened to the public. Albeit grudgingly, you agree to take a job on the surface, only because the pay is much higher than...
