𝟓𝟎% 𝐎𝐅𝐅!【✘MALE! YANDERE VARIOUS】(dom! reader)

24. "i did that?"

"by the way, do we have to walk there all the way home?"

"you walked to the academy by foot."

you groaned, "but i'm tired can't you get me a carriage or something like those nobles?"

nicholas scoffed, "all you had to do is sit for 30 minutes, walk a bit then sit again, what did you do that was so strenuous?"

you stayed quiet, he took it as you were embarassed at his retort but for the wrong reasons.

nicholas walked you home (well, actually his, you just crashed there indefinitely, managing to get your mam to work there as a maid), the two of you making a walk-and-talk whenever your lungs weren't fighting for your life so that you could answer.

"by the way, could you tell me why professor solomore is wearing a jacket last time i've seen him?" he made a inquisitive tone, as if he knew that you knew the answer.

fuckity fuck.

well, at least this answered the question if whether or not his shirt was thin enough to for the wound to be see-through.

"i didn't even notice he was wearing one the entire time." you played dumb, making your tone slightly air-headed widening you eyes and furrowing your eyebrows, talking with your hand to emphasize your point.

"well, he wasn't wearing one earlier this day but before i heard you, some soldiers told me he was." he pressed

"that's strange, did he catch a cold?" you played stupid.

"i'm asking you since you were the last to see him."

"... did i give him a cold?" you played idiot.

he stared at you, "nevermind," he sighed "it can't be helped that you can't pay attention to your surroundings."

"hey!" you pouted, giving him a sma--- gentle tap on the head that definitely did not cause him to yelp, "i'm not that dumb!"

"i never said you were. also, wipe your shoes we're at the door." he rang the doorbell.

"w-what?! already?" guess he wasn't wrong about that.

"yes, already. tell father i said hi." he said before shutting the door, not quite, you stopped him by puttig your foot on between the closing door and the frame. which was, a not good idea.

"ow! did you have to use that much force?"

"the real question is, why did you put your foor there?!"

"why are you already going away?!" you deflected.

"my break ended so now i must go meet my instructor, i am... very late, and she is a very punctual woman."

"you're late?! why did you waste all that time on me?!"

"not waste, strategically invested on you," he said with a matte-of-fact tone, "plus, it was my prize, wasnt it? It's worth the time-based penalty." he smirked.

"oh," you blinked, taken aback with his sudden... platonic pickup-line? "but you'll arrive in time for dinner, right?"

"don't worry about that, i do have some left-overs from the cafe." his smirk widened into a placating smile, the one with shallow dimples and creases that didn't reach his eyes.

you frowned, "you yourself even questioned it."

his smile faltered, "i mean... i uh..." he paused for a moment, clearly in thought then he widened his eyes, "what if we scheduled a sparring? i... i mean, since i'm training how to subdue someone without hurtig them..."

your face was blank, "that was a spur of the moment decision."

"i mean... uh, if... since my instructor is currently training me how to aprehend someone... maybe you could... be the one i'm supposed to aprehend?"

he's making you his training dummy?!

"... like a presentation?"

"yeah that!" he flashed a smile before rubbing the back of his neck "plus... it'd be killing two birds with one stone. it'll probably convice her to stop making a dent on the ground with my body... instead it'll be... probably you?"

"why do you think i can successfully stand my ground in a fight?!" you snap, before widening your eyes as nicholas thins his mouth, "oh wait... i did that?"

"y-yeah..." he looked embarassed, if physically possible, he'd be emitting steam lines.

"HA! what's it like being a professionally trained soldier and lose to some random potion-kid!"

"... i want a rematch." he says slowly as if choosing his words carefully.

"yeah, of course you do. but! that doesn't mean i'm still not pissed at you! i won't pull my punches!"

he smiled, it looked slightly more serene but still with a distinct flustered feel to it, "i... know."

then he closes the door, and you wished he didn't, you wished he let you walk him back to the gate, you wish you could have at least tried to.

but you didn't. because talking to him already already felt like enough. that made your day, even if you didn't fight for just a little more time, you don't want him to get in even more trouble.

you feel content enough to continue on with the mundane of your day.

so you stayed home, studied your notes, ate dinner, bathed and crashed to your bed.

funny how you expected it to creak, how there's a dkstinct lack of a you-shaped dip in your favorite spot and how you're still unused about the fact that it feels both impossibly soft and reassuringly firm.

you rearrange the pillows in your bed, eventually shimmying into a pose.

then, a knock. you send no response but still, a maid comes in with a plate with a letter on top.

letter from odius, it has the same design stamped, diamond-shaped bottle, but without the added flair of gold specks, the wax is a glass-green and a cyan-green mix.

you take a deep breath before reaching for the letter opener on the tray that the maid brang.

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[nicholas looks forward to the spar.]

some character development and 'friendly' banter, what could go wrong?