~Deadly feelings~ Hubert x Reader FE3H

Chapter eleven: The morning before.

Every night from his uncomfortable discussion with Lady Edelgard, Hubert lay awake-restless. His thoughts of you, his liege and his Empire swarming him. Not being a fan of rest in the beginning, Hubert usually lived off of four hours per night, this now decreasing to a measly two hours. A nap if you will.

Your bonds grew very strong, studying, training and eating together caused this. The pair of you depending on each other wholeheartedly each day. Edelgard's advice clearly working, Hubert had managed to find a slot for you in his life that evolved around his Lady. He just hoped you had the same slot for him too.

Unlike men such as Sylvain, Ferdinand and lorenz, Hubert did not think his appearance mattered. Not until he had come to the conclusion that he had a slight crush on Crown princess ___. Compared to him, the male students that surrounded you were much more attractive than himself, out of all of the people you could pick from-why on Earth would you ever choose his tired, rat-like face?

He was surprised that Lady Edelgard wasn't scared of him, considering how he compared himself often to a rodent. This bring us to Hubert shaving; after Professor Byleth found his razor- he could get rid of the stubble on his chin that he hated so much.

"You look worse than usual, Hubert." A sleepy Lindhart slouched through the male restrooms.

Hubert sighed, that comment didn't help his already self-conscious dread. He wouldn't be surprised if you chose Lindhardt over him at this point.

"Yes. I am aware." He groaned, tugging softly at his more prominent bags.

"Will you be alright for the battle today?" Lindhart asked, shovelling a wooden toothbrush into his mouth, white foam plastered all over his jaw.

'Disgusting'

"Of course I will." He spat. "Someone like yourself should have some manors, Lindhardt." Hubert scoffed, leaving before the green haired slob put him off his much needed breakfast.

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This was your second battle with the Black Eagles, the last being to route a small group of bandits. Nothing major.

"How are you feeling ___?" Dimitri asked, he often ate breakfast with you; waking up at the same time caused you two to cross paths often.

"I think I should be asking you that, your task seems just as hard as our own." you took a bite out of an apple and eyed up the Blonde Prince. He seemed to be just fine, but you knew better than to underestimate him.

"Ha! Worried are we? I assure you that the Blue Lions will easily pull through this. However.." Dimitri stopped and nodded to the queue for food, a drained Hubert stood between two monks, staring at the floor gloomily. "I think you should move your worries to your own classmates."

He wasn't wrong. Everyone had noticed Hubert's change, his tongue had gotten sharper and the sarcastic comments turned more into dark threats and insults. At least he was still eating, but the dark bags under them piercing eyes of his was something of a concern.

"I am worried about him also." you admitted. Dimitri had long noticed that you had a soft spot for Hubert, even though he didn't trust the man he was a firm believer that everyone should have friends.

"Go check on him." Dimitri encouraged, "I'll talk to you after our battles."

Hubert knew you were with Dimitri, every morning you usually were, but when he felt both of your eyes on him, he was concerned on what lies the Charmer was feeding you.

'If he's feeding her lies, then I suppose that means I am some sort of threat to Dimitri.' Hubert liked the sound of that, of course his mind knew comparing himself to the Prince was ridiculous. He could only dream though.