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

The Ire of the Scythe (Jeritza von Hrym)

Okay

Mans

This mans

Is

Okay 

I need to play the BE route again to marry him if I can 

Also this is post time skip because that's the only way this makes sense

[This chapter is very fluffy because this man deserves kindness]

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It was odd catching Jeritza outside the training grounds.

Even more odd was finding him eating sweets in the dining hall. Alone. That does make sense, though. It's almost as though he wanted no one to see him enjoy his sweets. 

"What?" He asked you in his cold way. "If you keep staring like that, my sweets will turn to ash..." His violet eyes stared deep into yours until you actually realized you were staring. Gaping is actually a better word for it. 

"You, you like sweets?" You asked, trying not to irk him in any way. That didn't work. 

"Of course. Who doesn't?" You would've laughed if you knew Jeritza knew the definition of sarcasm. That's just the way he was though. 

"Oh, um, of course, of course. That makes sense," you sputtered awkwardly. You still couldn't help staring at him. It was just so strange! The usually stoic and grumpy Jeritza enjoying multiple plates of sweets by himself. That's a story absolutely no one in the Black Eagles Strike Force would believe. Or maybe Caspar would. But if he heard, then the story would be spread all throughout the monastery and that would cause unnecessary stress onto both you and the scythe wielder in front of you. That's the worst case scenario. 

"Would you stop staring?" Jeritza's voice cut you out of your thoughts. You coughed ungracefully and nodded, staring at the floor instead. Hey have you ever noticed that small smudge on the tile near the table? Doesn't it look like a shield? Kind of? No, it just looks like a smudge on the floor. 

"What are you doing here?" He finally asked as you never really explained why you were there. 

"Um... I was, you know... Doing some rounds... Seeing what needed to be cleaned up and... My feet led me here! By accident!" Yep, that was about as convincing of a lie you could give with his stare drilling a hole into your skull. "Cuz, you know, there's rubble outside the dining hall and... It... Hasn't been cleaned... Yet... All of it... And it looks bad."

Can he tell you're lying? Maybe. Is he going to comment on it? 

"You're not a very good liar... If you're going to take any more of my time... It would best be used sparring..." He violently pushed his chair back and stood up, swiftly striding towards the training hall. You couldn't tell if he meant for you to follow him so you did anyway. Just in case, you know. 

In case of what? In case he hurts himself? In case something happens if he goes too far? 

Or in case of him wanting you there?

You hope it's that. 

He'd been waiting for you, it seemed. Jeritza was already sharpening his sword. Okay so that's his weapon of choice this time. You turned to the wall of axes, keeping your back towards him so he couldn't tell exactly what you were doing. You liked to keep him on his toes. Slinging a regular silver axe over your back, you grabbed a hand axe, swiftly turned around and threw it in his direction. You missed but that was the point. A warning shot. The hand axe split the head of a training dummy right behind Jeritza. Your sparring partners eyes were wide with shock.