~Deadly feelings~ Hubert x Reader FE3H

Chapter thirty-two: Friday night is Date night.

Papers after papers appeared at your door each morning, while reading and checking them for error you wondered how Hubert managed to even write such things in the little time he had. Tactics and fact files were most of the papers, but one day a note was taped on the top of the god forsaken pile.

'Meet me at the West Town Inn, 7pm- H'

You read it over and over, was it meant for you? Clearly it was, but you felt like this was all a bit too real. Knowing your luck however, it would only be for a war purpose meeting only.

Even so, what do you wear?

You cursed the man over and over the whole day for not giving you a dress code. Even worse was that when returning the daily papers to his quarters he wasn't even there, the room lay empty and cold without him. The basket you gave him placed nicely in a corner, empty of it's contents.

You smiled at the fact that he kept the basket even whilst it being empty.

"You can leave them there." Hubert came in behind you.

"Alrighty." You sang, dropping the papers right in the middle of his desk, rubbing your shoulder from the load.

"Perhaps some weight training will suit you." Hubert commented, walking around you and setting his own papers on the desk too.

"Or a day off tomorrow?" You smiled, making his heart beat miles faster than normal.

"Ask me tonight." He smirked, ushering you out of the doors, "I need to focus."

"Ah so I take away your focus, hm?" You teased, complying with his words.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He sighed, seeing you so happy and chirpy made his day, he wished to kiss you goodbye like old times- but he felt like he wasn't in the place to just act normal again. He wanted to earn his way back there.

"Bye Doomsday." you laughed, heading down the hall to the outside.

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Hubert closed both of his doors, panic running through him as he took two large strides to his wardrobe, pulling out every item of clothing he owned.

"Oh this is deadly." He groaned, looking at his options for tonight, Hubert was technically asking you out on a date- but because of his lack of communication skills he forgot to mention it in the note he left you.

Swallowing, the man left his room to knock frantically on the doors beside his own.

"Come in." Edelgard called, quite surprised to see it was Hubert since she gave him the night off.

"Your Majesty, very sorry to intrude." He bowed, "Do you think you could lend me ten minutes of your time?"

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"The second choice, much smarter." Edelgard hummed, eventually the two of them narrowed down all of Huberts identicall outfits to two.

"Right, thank you." He held his head in his hands, "I shouldn't have asked this of you. I was just so panicked.."

"Nonsense Hubert!" Edelgard laughed, "I'm glad to help with such things, it reminds me that you're actually a human being."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Do. Now hurry you don't have long. Oh- and make sure you smell good, that's always a plus." The Empress patted Hubert on the shoulder, leaving him to change into the black pants, black shirt and rather bold, red string tie. Something he forgot he actually owned.

With the scrap of a mirror Hubert owned, he looked himself up and down, did he look like he was atending a funeral? These were the only colours he had! At least the shirt wasn't white as per usual.