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

Fake Dating (Ingrid Brandl Galatea)

Basically the personification of "Hahaha, Jk... Unless?"

Concept: You're Ingrid's partner for the project and end up being a little more than just project partners if you catch my drift. 

Not much preamble. I'm tired XD. 

[This chapter is mostly goofs.]

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"I think it's kind of werewolves that Professor Hanneman assigned us a group project as the literal first thing we do as a class," you muttered to yourself. Your seat partner heard what you said though. 

"Y/N? What does that mean?" Ingrid asked quietly so no one in your class could eavesdrop. You're sure if anyone had heard they'd be confused too. 

"Oh, it just means suspicious. Like when something is sus and you can't figure out why," your explanation made sense. 

"Sure, but why werewolves?" 

"Werewolves are some of the most suspicious of monster kind. I mean, transforming from a human to a giant wolf by night? That's pretty sus if you ask me," you nodded as if you just imparted the most mind blowing knowledge onto the world. Ingrid was still looking at you quite confused. 

"Y/N, do you think... Jeritza... is a werewolf?" The blondes voice had lowered when she whispered the tall swordsman's name, almost expecting him to hear it and cut her down where she sat. 

"Hmmmm nah. Sure he disappears at night but if he was really a werewolf, you'd be able to tell. Wolf hair around the monastery, howls late at night, destruction all over the place. We haven't seen any of that. Hence why I don't think anyone in the monastery is a werewolf," you finished your theory with a goofy, proud smile. Ingrid laughed softly. 

"Okay, okay, that makes sense," she was matching your smile. 

"Miss Galatea, young Y/N. Would you mind sharing with the class what exactly you two were giggling about?" Hanneman stopped in the middle of his lecture to glare pointedly at the two of you. 

Your classmates, except Felix and Dedue, were all staring at you and Ingrid with varying levels of amusement. Sylvain was even laughing. If your blonde friend could, she would elbow him in the stomach right now. 

"Oh, we were just discussing the idea of werewolves running rampant in the monastery," you said honestly but your eyes held a mischievous glint. Hanneman looked like he was going to say something else but shut his mouth almost immediately. Clearing his throat, he refused to make eye contact with you. 

"Well, if you'd mind saving those discussions to when class is over, that would be appreciated. Some students are trying to focus," you could hear the waver of discomfort in his voice. It was quite funny. You and Ingrid made eye contact, smiling devilishly before staying silent for the rest of class. 

After class was dismissed for the day, Ingrid was approached by someone wielding a letter to her from her family. She turned away from you to read it then turned back once she had fully memorized the words on the paper. You could sense her seething. 

"Ingrid? Is something wrong?" You asked and put a hand on her shoulder. She visibly relaxed at your touch. 

"It's... My father. He wants me to come home for a moon to meet a new set of suitors in line for me. I... Really REALLY do not want to go back. Especially since then I'd have to actually see my father and... I also don't want to do that. Like at all," Ingrid sighed and slumped down, breaking her perfect posture for a bit. 

The cogs in your brain were churning, turning, grinding and whirring... Then it clicked. 

"Hey Ingrid," you gave her a sly smile. "Why don't we pretend to court! Just to throw your father off, you know?" Ingrid looked at you like you grew an extra set of arms. Then it clicked for her too.