Hey guys!
So, I FINALLY FINISHED ALL OF MY EXAMS AND GUESS WHAT??? I got accepted into my dream high school!!!
*pops open a bottle of champagne*
CHAMPAGNE!!! (Cyprien reference sorry not sorry)
It's a very prestigious high school which selects its students solely based on their grades, so the fact that I got accepted just- I'm so happy!!!
ANYWAYS, THIS MEANS I AM BACK BETTER THAN EVER AND READY TO WRITE SOME ONESHOTS!!
I'll do my best to post regularly since I'm finally during my summer holidays. Requests are OPEN, so if anyone has anything they wish to request, than you CAN, and I'll make sure to make your dream come true! (Very cheesy but please, send requests, it makes me so happy)
Anyways (for real this time), this oneshot was requested by @Hereforthelikes!
Enjoy!
Dimitri was sleepless that night. A sudden headache had taken over him, and so he found himself unable to fall asleep.
After a few minutes spent staring at the ceiling in defeat, he finally got out of bed, put on a light vest, and quietly slid out of his dorm room.
Without an actual destination whatsoever, Dimitri aimlessly wandered the halls of the monastery, until he finally reached the gardens, and sat on one of the cold stone benches it had to offer.
His head resting in the palm of his hands, Dimitri closed his eyes, hoping the headache would somehow vanish after a few minutes. Most of the time, they did, anyways-
"S-Sir? May I know who you are?"
A frill and quiet mutter from behind Dimitri broke the pleasant silence Dimitri craved so badly.
The prince almost jolted out of fright when he noticed his classmate, (Y/N), dressed in a simple nightgown, standing idle barely a few inches away from him, a worried expression on her face.
"(Y/N)! Good grief... I- Hello."
"Prince Dimitri?" Her features loosened at the sight of the prince. She was relieved to see that it was only him, and not some stranger who had sneaked into the monastery so late at night. Only the Goddess knows how she would've reacted if that were the case...
"I-I hope I didn't frighten you. I promise you that wasn't my intention..." She shyly mumbled, fidgeting constantly.
"... May I know what you are doing here, milord?"
Calm taking over the prince after the unlikeable experience he just had, he finally displayed a small smile, despite the aching pain of his headache.
"I could ask you the same thing."
(Y/N) doesn't respond to his comment. Instead, she glanced sideways and sat down on the old bench next to him, hands griping onto the soft material of her nightgown.
Dimitri continued, "You should be resting, not strolling around the monastery."
"I can't sleep. Summer season here is dreadful, my prince! I'm not used to hot summers like these! I miss Faerghus, I miss the cold," she sighed, leaning against the backseat of the bench.
Dimitri smiled. Ever since summer began to assert its presence at the monastery, he had gotten an earful of complaints about the heat from most of the Blue Lions. And when the heat became too much to bare, most of them stayed inside their dorm rooms or classrooms, not daring to step outside. To see a Blue Lions student outside in the middle of the day during Summer was a sight very few got.
Dimitri found it all funny, but he somewhat related. He too, loathed the heat. Luckily, the night offered a refreshing temperature, which (Y/N) and Dimitri loved.
"Prince Dimitri, are you too unable to sleep because of the heat? I know it can get quite difficult to sleep during such circonstances, so I totally understand if that's why you're here tonight- Or..."
Worry invaded (Y/N)'s facial features, as she glanced at the prince, who had the palm of his hand resting on his forehead. He seemed in utter pain.
"... Milord, is something else troubling you?"
"I have an impossible headache. I thought that a walk could ease the pain, but it won't go away."
"Ah... Headaches can be very bothersome to deal with... Have you tried tea?"
"No..." Dimitri glanced at (Y/N), a tad bit curious at her suggestion, "Can it... Actually ease headaches?"
"Well," she shrugged, "It's better than waiting for it to go away. If you wish, I could make you some."
Intrigued by the offer, Dimitri unfortunately had to decline out of politeness, "That won't be necessary. I wouldn't want you to go through the trouble-"
(Y/N)'s face lit up with excitement, as she brought her hands together, "Please let me make you some tea! My mother sent me tea leaves from home, and I've been dying to share them with someone. And, well, of it happens to be with the prince of Faerghus himself, then I can finally die happy."
Dimitri smiled at how over joyous (Y/N) had become. He enjoyed seeing such an often reserved girl open up every once in a while and talk with stars in her eyes, even if it was about something as bland, as... well... tea.
The prince chuckled, "(Y/N), you never cease to amaze me."
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(Y/N) invited the prince in her dorm room, sat him down at her small tea table, and made some tea for them to enjoy.
Pouring the hot liquid in two tea cups, she handed one to Dimitri, who took a sip of it as soon as he reached for the cup.
(Y/N) was about to tell him that the tea was far too hot for him to drink just yet, but seeing as Dimitri didn't seem to be bothered about it, she did not intrude.
"Well?"
Dimitri slightly frowned, glancing down at the tea cup.
"It's... hum..." He tried finding the right word to describe it.
"You don't like it, I take it?" (Y/N) muttered quietly, slightly hurt at the prince's reaction to the tea. House (Y/H) was well known all over Fodlan for its excellent tea, so the fact that the prince of Faerghus himself did not enjoy it crushed her soul.
But the thing was that he had lost his sense of taste. To him, the tea had... well, no taste at all. But he knew that he had to say something else in order to make her feel better. Seeing her so saddened was awful for him.
"Not at all. The tea is excellent, (Y/N)," he lied, a light smile on his face as he drank the rest of the tea, "You should send your mother my regards."
As his classmate's face lit up, the whole room followed suit. Dimitri couldn't help but feel happy himself. Even his headache was beginning to lose its effect. Perhaps it was because of her presence around him, who knows.
She lightly blushed, as she sat down at the table and began to drink from her own cup of tea, "I will, my prince. That'll make her very happy."
"Please, in such a setting, you can just call me Dimitri. There is no need for formalities. We really friends, after all."
At the last few words he pronounced, (Y/N)'s eyes slightly grew in size, and her cheeks took in a light pink shade. Putting down her tea cup, she began to fidget again.
"We're... Friends? We are?"
"Well," he lightly scoffed, "I think we are," he lightly frowned. Had he said something wrong? She seemed uncomfortable. It broke his heart.
"You seem displeased with the idea."
"No, no," she let out an awkward chuckle, "I'm sorry if I reacted that way, mi- Dimitri," she displayed a crooked smile, "I'm... huh... I'm very happy you consider me as your friend."
She grabbed her teacup with both hands and took a large sip.
"Would you want me to label what we are something else, (Y/N)?"
(Y/N) almost choked on her tea. Setting the tea cup, back on the table, she cleansed the corners of her mouth with her handkerchief, eyes glued to the table.
"(Y/N)?"
"I..." She let out a short 'ugh' under her breath, followed by a shaky sigh.
"Dimitri, would it be alright if I... Huh... Asked you a... Personal question?"
"Well," he shrugged, "As long as it's not too personal- But I'll be the judge of it."
"Do you... Has anyone here caught your liking, by any chance? I'm asking out of curiosity, nothing more."
Dimitri's cheeks became crimson at the question.
He gulped, as he tried to keep his composure, a light frown on his face, "That's... quite personal, (Y/N)."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked anything-"
The young girl was about to get up from her seat before Dimitri raised his hand for her to wait, and rapidly added, "(Y/N), please."
(Y/N) stopped, and sat back down, as if bewitched under Dimitri's mere two word sentence.
The prince lowered his hand. The crimson tint on his cheeks did not seem to vanish.
"Actually there is someone I like..."
"Romantically?"
"Yes."
"It's a student? From here?"
"Yes."
He thought this would be the last of it, but (Y/N) pursued her interrogation with a slight curious glints in her eyes.
"From the Blue Lions?"
"Yes," Dimitri reluctantly answered, "That... quite narrows it down..." he added under his breath, "for now."
Now her own cheeks were beginning to take in a crimson color.
"It... It certainly does- It could either be Mercedes, Ingrid, Annette, or..."
Just the mere thought of her being perceived by the prince himself as more than just a friend made her heart pound in her chest at an irrational speed.
Dimitri, who seemed to be in the very same spot of discomfort as she was, was about to open his mouth and try to change subjects. That was enough romance talk for the night for both of them- But (Y/N) was quick to get on her feet and fervently declare:
"Anyways, Dimitri, it is getting quite late..." Her eyes glanced to the door behind him, "Perhaps you should..."
Dimitri nodded in agreement. He was so relieved to see the dreadful conversation come to an end. He got up from his chair. Somehow, his cheeks were only increasing in color.
"I... Huh... Yes. Yes, I should. Thank you, (Y/N). Thank you for taking me in, the tea..."
As (Y/N) rushed to the door to open it, Dimitri could've sworn her hand had brushed upon his own for a second. The subtle physical contact- He did not know what to think of it, really.
Opening the door, (Y/N) displayed a crooked smile, "Well... Milord..."
She went back to formalities. Dimitri wanted her to call him by his name again.
But he didn't say anything.
"(Y/N)..."
Dimitri stepped outside, his eyes not daring to leave her.
"Have a good night. I hope... I... Never mind. Good night, my prince- Please forget this conversation ever happened. Good night."
With an ounce of regret, she shut the door close. (Y/N) wondered if the prince would ever be able to see her the same way again, or if she'd be able to see him the same way again. She shouldn't have asked him about this. Goddess, why couldn't she have kept her mouth shut and had kept this all to herself?
Leaning against the door, (Y/N)'s mind began to wander.
'What if the person he likes happened to be... No. That can't be it. He just told me he considered me as his friend...'
She sighed, closing her eyes, 'If only...'
Dimitri stood in front of the shut door for a while.
It was his turn to let out a sigh, 'I should've told her who it was...'