Title: Fishing Tournament

A/N: For the Garreg Mach Yearbook, I got to write four different snippets. It was a fun challenge trying to cram everything into a drabble.

Summary: Leonie should have listened to her instincts and ran the second Seteth and Flayn sat beside her.

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Sitting on the banks of the pond, Leonie watched as her bobber dipped in and out of the water, floating idly along an invisible current. With any luck, she'd catch a fish soon. A big one, hopefully. Usually by now she'd have caught at least one or two, but then usually she was also alone while she fished. Leonie cast an eye around her, biting her cheek at the sight of her fellow classmates. Despite how early in the morning it was, it felt like half the monastery was sitting along the pond, trying their best to catch a fish.

Then again, it wasn't everyday that Seteth held a fishing contest. After all that'd happened in the past few months, she couldn't deny that they needed a break like this and it seemed that everyone else agreed. Byleth sat at the docks, quietly fishing. Next to her, Sylvain lost his balance and flailed as he struggled to keep out of the water. In the distance, she spotted Caspar and Raphael comparing their catches.

"I see you are also entering the fishing contest," a slightly musical voice asked from behind her. Startled from her thoughts, Leonie looked up in time to catch Flayn as she sat down next to her. Like, right next to her. Smiling softly, Flayn clasped her hands together as she stared at Leonie's rod. "Did you catch anything?"

"N-not yet." Leonie shook her head, feeling a little awkward at the proximity. Maybe if she shifted the other way—

"That is a pity." Seteth slowly sat down on her other side, a fishing rod in hand. He cast his line, his eyes on her the entire time. "It will not be much of a contest if there are no entries."

Leonie resisted the urge to get up and run. What was it with these siblings, pinning her in like this? She felt sandwiched, with no way to escape. "I'm sure someone will manage to catch a good fish or two. Give me an hour, and I'm sure I can wrangle up a few myself."

"Oh, that's great." Flayn clapped her hands. "However, that leaves a different problem. We'll have all these fishes, and no one to cook them."

Leonie swallowed. This was starting to sound familiar. "There are plenty of cooks—"

"Leonie has excellent skills," Seteth suggested, as though he'd just thought of it. "Maybe she could?"

"Really?" Flayn lit up, before flashing her an innocent smile. "Leonie, would you mind?"

She should have just listened to her instincts and run.