Fire Emblem Three Houses One Shots

Felix- Too Close for Comfort

-Note: This one's a bit of a lime ;)

The sound of wooden training swords colliding echoed throughout the training grounds. As the afternoon progressed, more and more students entered the grounds for some practice before the next battle. Most students came in for a few rounds and then left, however, you and Felix have been training since sunrise. Sparing with him is utterly exhausting, yet you continue to push yourself to keep up with him.

With a rather powerful swing, Felix knocks you back, almost onto the ground. You manage to keep your footing and brace yourself for a follow-up attack.

"You can't possibly be losing hold of yourself already," Felix complained while readying another strike. He then took another powerful swing, striking your training sword.

"No, I'm fine," you said, attempting to hold him off. "We've been here for hours. Don't you think that maybe, we could sit down for five minutes?"

"And waste more time? No way." He took another swing, this time knocking you off of your feet.

"Felix, we're two completely different people. You spend so much time in here training without a break, while I at least give myself time to take a breath."

He let out a heavy sigh and extended out his hand to help you up. "I'm preparing for the inevitable future. You're going to be mad if you're unprepared. Now get up."

You grab his hand and he helps to pull you up. Although you're feeling the effects of nonstop training, you continue to spar with him anyways. Every time he struck your blade, it felt like being hit with the force of a hundred men, always knocking you backwards.

Not too much later, you became too exhausted to keep up with his high energy strikes. He struck your training sword so hard that you lost grip on it and it flew across the training grounds. There was no risk of hitting other students with a stray sword. Everyone that was in the grounds previously had left, as it was late afternoon.

You were bent over, heavily panting from being overworked. Felix wiped the sweat off of his forehead and tossed aside his training sword.

"We've been coming here so often, yet you still cannot make it into the evening," he said, shaking his head in disappointment.

"You have all of this energy and I can't even keep up," you say in between breaths. "I don't know how you expect me to make it through a whole day with you.

"Well, you're going to have to learn soon, otherwise you'll find yourself dead. And I do not want that."

"At least everyone else paces themselves so that they don't collapse during practice!"

"If they can't last through practice, then they won't last through a war. Stop complaining and let's continue."

"Felix, I'm tired. Let's pick this up tomorrow."

"Did you not hear a word that I just said? You won't make it in battle if you're out of practice. Come on."

"I said, I'm-"

Before you could finish speaking, Felix jumped for you, grabbing your wrists. He pins you against the wall, rending you unable to move. He glares into your eyes, with a stare colder than ice.

"Listen here," he said, "I can't have you going out there and dying on me. It's one thing for me to protect others, but I can't save you from being weak!"

"I realize that, but if I die from training too much, then what use will I be on the battlefield?"

He only pushed himself upon your body more.