Interviewing Garreg Mach (Fire Emblem: Three Houses one shots)

Into You (Caspar von Bergliez)

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Okay so... Uh... Frick what do I say about this one? 

Caspar is an oblivious idiot who needs some... Coaching sometimes. 

This is a slightly spicy chapter, nothing TOO spicy. It's based on Ariana Grande's "Into You." 

Mostly the line "A little less conversation, a little more touch my body." 

OKAY THAT'S ALL HELP ME SOTHIS 

THIS IS MODERN COLLEGE A/U BECAUSE I LIKE WRITING IN IT ALSO ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS

[This chapter contains shenanigans, slight NSFW bits, and Caspar not knowing when the hell to shut up.]

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If you were to ask Caspars just as eccentric friends to describe him, you'd get a wide variety of answers. 

Dedicated, from Edelgard. 

Brash, from Hubert. 

Uncontrollable, from Ferdinand. 

A long string of groans from Linhardt. Not even words. Eventually, exhausting. 

Intriguing, from Dorothea. 

Over-achieving, from Petra. 

Troublesome, from Bernadetta. 

How you would describe him? 

Dense. 

You and the rest of the Black Eagles had gone to a tavern to celebrate the end of the war. It was finally over! Somehow, even Linhardt agreed to celebrate with the rest of you. 

Most people were a few drinks in now. Dorothea and Ferdinand were having a casual conversation which is very rare for them. Dorothea hates nobles and Ferdinand is the most noble of nobles. Seeing them get along was something else. What was even MORE vexing is when Ferdinand grabbed Dorotheas hand and kissed it gently and she blushed a deep red. 

Bernie and Petra were also having a discussion of some sort. Bernie seems more so to be ranting, wildly waving her arms in the air and making very animated facial expressions. Petra was hiding her mouth behind her hand but you saw her body shaking. She was giggling. 

Hubert and Edelgard were having a serious talk. Of course they were. You would notice, though, the way Hubert would reach out to touch her but quickly retract his gloved hand. The way his eyes would trail down her body. The genuine reserved smile he saved only for her. 

Linhardt was seated on a chair next to you, leaning on your shoulder. His soft snores filled your ears. He had ONE DRINK and passed out. Typical. He's very much so a light weight. He was tipsy after a few sips. 

Funny enough, Linhardt is a loud drunk. He talks and talks and talks until he passes out. And even as he's about to fall asleep he's still trying to mumble words out. One of the things he says is how comfortable of a pillow you are. 

That leaves the blue haired apple of your eye. Caspar. 

And where was he, you might ask? 

Currently, my dear reader, he was about to start a bar fight. 

You had taken your eyes off him for TWO MINUTES and he was already about to start a fight. Your face reflected sheer panic as you couldn't get up to get him, you have a green haired scholar asleep on your shoulder. So you did the next best thing.