Author's Note: This is a rather short one. I think it's even shorter than confidence. But it's one I've been wanting to do for a while now and I figured this was a pretty good place to put it.
Leonie was bored. How had she ended up in this situation? You get into one little fight and they send you to detention, which happens to be sitting and doing nothing while Professor Byleth "supervised." And this time, there probably wasn't going to be a runaway pegasus to make things interesting.
"You shouldn't look so down." Byleth said, looking up from the book she was reading. "Trust me, this is a way better punishment than whatever Manuela had planned for you."
Leonie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
Byleth put her book down, sat up, and moved her hand to her chin. "You know, I've always wondered what your issue is with me. I'm fairly certain that we've never met before I came to Garreg Mach and I don't recall wronging you in any way."
"My issue is that you don't show Captain Jeralt enough respect." Leonie explained irritably.
"I show Jeralt plenty of respect." Byleth said.
"No you don't." Leonie protested. "You don't understand what an honor it is to be his daughter."
"You're not making any sense." Byleth replied.
"I'm making perfect sense." Leonie said, crossing her arms. "You're just not understanding."
Byleth rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. She put her hands behind her head. "You know, this actually reminds me of something I was just thinking about recently."
Leone cocked her head questioningly. "Hmm..?"
"When you think about it, we're kind of like long lost sisters." Byleth said.
Leonie raised an eyebrow. "Um… how?"
"Well, I'm Jeralt's daughter and you're, in your own words, Jeralt's first and best apprentice." Byleth explained. She ignored Leonie's protestation of Are you mocking me? "It's obvious you think of Jeralt as at the very least a father figure and we've never met each other, which is weird because I'm pretty sure I'm older than you, so we're like long lost sisters."
"Isn't that a bit of a logic leap?" Leonie asked.
"I don't think so." Byleth said, sitting up and placing her hand on her chin.
"Whatever." Leonie said. "Who would want you as a sister, anyway."
"Okay that was just mean." Byleth said. "I'd give you detention for that but you're already in detention. Back on topic, I would make a great older sister."
Leonie shook her head. "No you wouldn't."
"Guess you'll just have to teach me how to be a good older sister, then." Byleth said.
"What?" Leonie asked incredulously. She put her hands out in front of her in a stopping gesture. "No. Not happening. Nope."
"Too late." Byleth said with a smirk. "You've been drafted."
"What?" Leonie asked again, even more incredulously. "You can't do that."
"If Rhea can draft me, I can draft you." Byleth said, corpsing. She leaned forward and placed her elbows on her desk, using her hands and forearms to support her chin. "So, when's the first lesson, Teach?"
Author's Note: Meanwhile, somewhere else in Garreg Mach Monastery, Claude von Riegan feels a disturbance in the force.
Why do I keep forcing people who shouldn't be teaching into teaching roles. Counting this support but not counting Byleth, that's three people so far. Though I highly doubt actual teaching will happen. Byleth is just messing with Leonie. About the teaching thing, that is. She's serious about the long lost sisters thing.