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

No words, just breathe (Felix Hugo Fraldarius)

Today is entirely self indulgent. 

I'm not in a great headspace today so I'm gonna write until my fingers fall off. 

[This chapter is angsty.]

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You wanted to scream. 

Your lungs were crying out in agony, unable to get enough oxygen into your body. You pushed yourself too hard. You knew you pushed yourself too hard. Being the only brawler in the Blue Lions, you were often put on the front lines to get some heavy damage in quick before Annette and Ashe would take them out from the back. Recently you felt like you were slacking in training. So what did you do? 

Learn from the best (Worst) and not stop training until you felt like passing out. 

You hadn't eaten that day since breakfast. You only drank water when you had to. You were tired, exhausted even. But that didn't matter. You had to be on the same level as your classmates. You had to. 

Multiple training dummies lay on the floor of the training grounds, absolutely decimated. Others were still standing. Those all had varying levels of damage done to them. As you got more tired, the damage looked less fatal and more like kitten scratches. You thought it was pathetic so you kept going. 

You cried out in frustration when you saw you weren't making any progress. That caused the person who has been watching you the entire time to clear their throat. 

"If you're going to train until you fall, at least let it be against a worthy opponent," you turned to see Felix standing in the doorway. He had his sword drawn and in position, ready to spar with you. You were tired but he had a point. You put your fists up and lunged at him. 

You were way too easy to read. Maybe it was due to your exhaustion. You couldn't focus on landing any meaningful blows. Felix was easily able to take you down, almost laughably so. He had knocked you over and had his blade pointed at your throat. 

"Yield," he said, more like commanded. He could tell you were out of it. You normally weren't this easy to take down. You are one of the strongest in the Blue Lions. Behind Dimitri with his superhuman strength, Dedue with his giant muscles, and Felix himself. Professor Hanneman was always confident having you out in front because the whole class knew you'd be able to take anyone out. 

But here you were now.  Breathing heavily, coughing and wheezing a bit, face flushed and covered in sweat. You looked like a shell of your former self. Your best self. Felix almost couldn't stand to look at you. 

If there's one thing Felix could say for certain is that he wasn't certain what he felt for you exactly is. He knew emotions like hatred and anger, understood sadness and loss, but had no idea how to name what he felt towards you. It wasn't negative, that he knew. He knows what negative emotions felt like. So this wasn't that. 

He had no idea what it meant so he decided he wouldn't act on it. Easier that way, right?

You were still panting beneath him, seeming unable to catch your breath. 

"I yield," you were barely able to squeak out before you fully dropped to the ground beneath you. Fully exhausted, you closed your eyes, seemingly not caring about the dirt from the training grounds getting all over your clothes and in your hair. 

What the fuck does he do? Felix just stood there, staring, unmoving. He realized he should probably sheath his sword so he did that. He kept staring at you though. He figured he should do something though, right? That's what friends do, right?