Little Witch Academia: Constanze x Reader

Chapter 1

You screech at yourself inwardly. Wh-why do I have to act like this? I just—

Then you realize that if you keep thinking about it, you'll be standing there for an awfully long time. So, you mumble an inaudible "sorry" and step aside. The mystery girl stepped past you. In the moment you managed to take in her image. Her strikingly large, deep green eyes and neck-length, sorta messy hair, the nearly austere, but passive look on her face, how she carried herself with a certain... unexplainable striking air, despite her size. It was almost commanding, but timid. Blank, but expressive. Her picture stuck in your mind instantly.

You kept staring off into space. Woah, she was really cute. But what was she like? There were a variety of different personalities of people who are interested in robots. She didn't seem to be extroverted at all, but she wasn't afraid to ask you to move. If your roles had been switched just now you would've probably waited until she decided to go inside, not confident enough to ask her to let you through. Who even was this girl? You'd never seen her there before. How old was she? Surely not your age? Viable, but contradictory answers kept falling into your rushing stream of thought and swimming off into undecided territory.

As you keep thinking on these things, something tugs on the sleeve of your hoodie. You tense up and a nervous shiver encompasses you. "Hey, you ok? Coming in?" Her tender, exposed hands are pulling at you. Your already overheated social motor is ceasing to function and you almost feel like passing out. "Whu-uh, ye.. yeah," you force out some barely coherent agreement. That girl was holding the door open... You feel so wronged... However low you are socially, you still feel a slight sense of chivalry. In reality holding the door for someone is such a small and insignificant act, but you wish you had the opportunity to hold the door instead. Everything was going wrong already and nothing had really happened.

You couldn't tell what the female specimen was thinking, her head turned from you. But as you enter the main lobby and walk to the meeting room on the other side, she still holds on to your clothes. Whaaaaaaat and whyyyyyyyy??? Why is she putting you through this? She's leading you the whole way across, like she's the one who's been attending club for a long time and you're the first-timer. You guess that the composition of the teenage face is a good combustible, because it's flaming pretty hot. Maybe it's the grease... But you showered just a few hours prior due to Mom's order... Maybe it was sweat... Who knew? At least you had the sense to apply lots of deodorant earlier, so hopefully you don't smell.

You have no idea why this short young woman is still attached to you, or what in heck she's thinking. But you've run out of time to think about what she's thinking, as you get near the meeting room. You snap back and one thought materializes in your mind's eye. You hold the door this time. Walking at a pace a bit quicker than her now, you're now the one leading the other. She still clutches your sleeve but now you have the initiative. Funny how things changed instantly like that. As a side effect, your confidence gets a moderate boost, and you, now in the lead, reach up and out, grasping your goal. The forbidding gate, the entrance to the abyss, the second trial. You give it a nice push, but it that easy? Evidently so. The two of you make your entrance, and she releases her grip to slip past you with a nod. The situation in your head has made a turnaround.

So you get seated. Since you were late, though, you don't get to choose a seat. You find a spot that is, for better or worse, almost all the way across the room from the shortie. When things go from 100 to 0 in a snap like that, you find yourself wallowing in despair. Why do you feel this way?

Today, the meeting involved showing off a quick demonstration of what your machines could do. You don't pay much attention to the mostly mediocre acts, waiting to see what you-know-who could do.

And then, it does come around to the one; she reaches in her bag and pulls out a sort of boring gray bot that stands on two stubby legs and has a big rectangular head. Your baseless anticipation that had been building up sort of fizzled off. You'd been expecting something intriguing, at least in design.

But, as it turns out, it certainly made up for its simplistic design, as that human being of the opposite sex (You're just gonna call her Shortie at this point...) pulls out a metal prong-shaped instrument. It starts to give off a magenta glow, and the bot starts to move, seemingly at her will. She waves around her little wand and it follows her twists and turns, somersaults and breakdances... Hold on... Wand? It clicks in your mind. OHHH, righttt... She's from that witch academia... Woa, so she can do stuff like this? Is the skill specific to her or does everyone there learn this? Either way, I've never seen a heap of refined metals move so smoothly. Shortie throws in a variety of small bouncy balls and it juggles them around effortlessly, fluidly. You are entranced by it, though if it had been someone else in the club you may not have been so interested.

After that, you are called at some point, and you switch on your little device. It took simple inspiration from flying drones, and you had modeled the design after one of your favorite new Pokemon, Cutiefly. Though everyone in the club was expected to build the robots themselves, which you did, the bot's programming could be somebody else's if you didn't have the know-how. Which you didn't, of course. There's no way you'd apply yourself to learn something that tedious.

So the Cutiedrone used AI programming you had downloaded for a somewhat steep price on the Internet. It didn't need to be controlled manually with a remote, but interacted with its surroundings on its own. If someone asked you how that worked, you couldn't answer, so you'd just reply with an unfunny cover-up, like "...magic!"

Anyway, the QTBot usually just flies around, playing a sound clip of Cutiefly's cry from the games every so often. It has something like those built-in sensors new cars have which tell you if you're about to hit something, so it maneuvers itself around people and obstacles. Sometimes it does stuff you wouldn't expect it to do, like for some reason it always flies in circles around your baby cousin, which seems to give it some character and personality. But it mostly doesn't behave very oddly. Up until now; because as soon as you switch the sucker on it flies up and around the room surveying everyone, before settling on... Shortie.

Your compact little fly bot zips over to Shorts instantly, and lands directly on the top of her head. Her eyes widen a noticeable bit, but her expression remains the same. She slowly slides her gaze upward, but obviously she cannot see QT above her head. Oh, lovely... Now you're going to have to go fetch the dumb thing, since you're not controlling it. You stand up abruptly, mumbling and jumbling out a misshapen "S-sorry, I'll get mm.."

Walking the excruciating gauntlet around the room, with each and every person watching you, including Shortie herself, was taking its toll on you. You feel dizzy, finally reaching out to retrieve your QTB, but it— flies away from you? You end up with your hand... On Shortie's head. "I— s-s— I apologize!" You keep grabbing for the elusive punk fly, but it darts around you and sticks to her arm, her shoulder, her neck. The surrounding students are starting to snort with laughter as you keep reaching and missing, and you notice even Shortie's ears are turning a shade of pink. IwanttodieIwanttodieIwanttodie, is the only thought circulating in your brain.

Then, slowly, the petite girl extends her hand to the fly. It happily obliges to settle there, and she turns to you in her chair. She then cups it in both hands and holds it up to you, like some sort of offering... She has a slight smirk on her face and... You feel heavily embarrassment but also... A happy and excited feeling... You determine right there that you want to get to know this girl. Heck, you might propose on the spot.

The rest of the meeting goes by in an unimportant and fuzzy fashion. You are gathering your determination to talk to her afterwards, but it seems she beat you to the punch; the Shortie walks up to you wearing her regular blank-but-complex expression. Looking down for a moment and then back up at you, the both of you try to say something but interrupt one another... followed by a short silence, and she speaks up.

"..The name's Constanze. Y'can call me Connie.."

You give off a boyish smile. "I'm You. Uh.. nice to see you."

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(Author's note)

i'm so tired sorry this sucks

have a good day/night tho