Breath of the Wild - One Shots

My Type, (Pipit x Reader)

Summary: ♫ If you wanna be my lover, you gotta ♫ stop playing games with my heart bro like the fuck is wrong with you?

Classes were cancelled and nearly everyone on Skyloft knew it. The students, knights or not, rejoiced as they fled the campus to run amok around in the town square and surrounding areas. Groose and his gang fled for the Lumpy Pumpkin, Zelda had dragged Link off somewhere, Karane was supposedly training, and even Fledge had plans. You, on the other hand, had absolutely nothing to do. Nobody asked you to go anywhere, nobody invited you to anything, and that left you alone.

The only other person on campus, who wasn't a professor or school staff member, was Pipit. He strolled through the halls emitting a melodic whistle followed by the soft pitter patter of heeled shoes against the stone floors. The windows were cracked allowing a gentle breeze to flow through the hallways causing the drapes strung through the rafters to sway slightly.

You sat cross-legged in your room. It wasn't the typical bedroom in the Knight's Academy. With rooms all filled up, you had to settle for a small extra sectioned off from a large closet upstairs. Luckily, it was originally added to board children. Though, it supposedly hadn't been used for that purpose in years. Your wall was a stack of storage crates decorated with muted red and gold sheets. A small desk was positioned across the room from your bed, a golden lined chest was set at the bottom of your bed, and a few shelves were nailed to the wall above.

"What's going on in here?" A familiar voice echoed into your room, a friendly face appearing in the doorway. A small smile spread across his freckled face as your eyes met. He moved so that his entire body was inside, a hand coming to rest on his hip.

"You're not out with the others?" He said.

"No invitations." You shrugged, moving your book from your lap to the bed side table.

"Then let's make plans." He suggested, taking a few steps inward. "I'm free all day."

You and Pipit had an odd friendship. It was filled with hours of awkward sexual tension and even more hours of mindless flirting, but neither of you ever acted on your feelings. You'd go to one another in times of need and would sometimes spend nights stuck in deep conversations. When he patrolled the campus, you'd follow him around complaining of your day about how absolutely tiring school was. He used to discuss crushes he had, but stopped talking about things like that recently.

Nonetheless, you had a great friendship and a long one too. Even though he was a few years older than you, you couldn't recall a time that you hadn't been best friends. When he was promoted to knight, he started doing all he could to get you ready for the next ceremony.

"What plans then? What's there to do that we haven't already?" You swung your legs over the side of the bed and began tugging your boots on.

"Well," he was biting the inside of his mouth, "we could go catch lunch at the Lumpy Pumpkin."
"No thank you," you looped the laces around your ankles and started tying a knot, "Groose and his minions are there. You know I can't stand them."

"You know, I think Strich likes you." He smirked, "Possibly Groose too."

"Gross!" You sent a pillow hurling toward him that he easily caught. "They are most certainly not my type! Bug boy and the mustard giant are not on my radar."

He suppressed a laugh, "Understandable. How about we go explore the bazaar? Maybe Sparrot has a new fortune for us?"

"Last time he told us I'd come across a small fortune." You rolled your eyes, "I've yet to find that and I'm still struggling to pay for this school."