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

Uh... Okay then? (Cyril)

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WE'RE RISING UP IN THE FIRE EMBLEM RANKING KIDS LETS GOOOOOO

This is my first chapter written after I've turned 22! :D 

And how do I torture myself? By wearing long press on acrylic nails. 

Ay at least they look good >:(

[This chapter contains fluff and cuteness because ALL Y'ALL OTHER FE WRITERS SLEEP ON CYRIL AND IT'S MEAN.]

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Professor Byleth doesn't like you. 

They mustn't, you reason, because forcing you to socialize with your classmates was a nightmare come true for you. Doesn't help that most of the people you're getting an education alongside were all very close. Except you. 

So you approached the professor after class one day. 

"Uh, professor?" You had clasped both of your hands behind your back and were chewing your bottom lip. Hopefully you didn't chew all the way through because Dedue was on cooking duty today and that man knows how to use his salt. 

Byleth didn't reply but looked at you with a quirked brow. They don't speak much or express... Anything really but you knew they were waiting for you to continue. 

"It seems the other Golden Deer have all paired up so... What do I do?" Byleth seemed to be thinking for a few seconds. Then a minute. Then two, three... 

"Go to the library, someone should be there," was their only curt response before they went back to their paperwork. 

Someone? Who do they mean by someone? And how did they know that? You decided to shake off the uneasiness rising in your throat and lifted your feet to move to the library. 

Realistically it didn't take very long to get there but it felt like hours. 

Who you saw waiting there... Was asleep on the floor. 

You knew Cyril works hard. You've never ever seen the young Almyran take a break. You're certain he never has. So to see him passed out on the floor brought you both a mix of relief and sadness. 

You stared at him. His body was leaned up against a bookshelf, his head slumped down to his chest, arms crossed over his torso, his legs crossed. He was trying to make himself as small as possible to stay out of everyone's way. 

He's a good kid. 

He's also probably very uncomfortable. 

Social anxiety kept your feet glued to the floor. That and what in the world were you going to do? Wrap your arms around him and hold him close? Cyril was like a younger brother to you. As much as your older sibling instincts wanted to kick in and do just that, you couldn't do it. You just couldn't. 

And that's when he woke up. 

Small snoring turned into slightly quicker breathing, his head raised and red eyes opened groggily. His left hand went to cover his eyes from the bright lights of the library. Clearly this isn't the first person who'd caught him sleeping on the floor of the library. 

"Huh? Y/N?" His voice trailed off at the end of your name. Realizing and not realizing it was you. Clearly he was still half asleep, maybe a bit more than half. 

Red eyes bore into yours. Until they didn't. 

Cyril got tired of waiting for you to respond, which you realize you never did. He fell back asleep, resuming his position on the floor.