Chapter One ~ The Double Dare

(A/N) Hi all, you may know me from my other story, 'The Beloved Professor.' This story is just a fun Modern AU story for my shenanigans that don't fit in the more cannon story. Crossposted with AO3.


A pained groan emitted from somewhere underneath a large mound of a crisp ivory duvet. A mop of golden blonde hair, then two bleary blue eyes dared to peek out into the spacious bedroom. The eyes focused on the nearby clock. Saturday...noon...blindingly sunny. "Ughhhh," groaned a deep masculine voice as the eyes and golden locks retreated back into the darkness of the covers.

Beep! Chirped a cellphone on the nightstand.

A muffled but heavy sigh escaped the covers before a long arm snuck out. The arm was fair skinned and muscular as slender fingers explored the surface of the nightstand in search of the phone. And once the prize was captured the arm quickly snaked back underneath the duvet. There was than a moment of silence.

"Oh my goddess!" Yelled a bewildered voice as out from the covers sprung a lively young man. He was tall and had a slim muscular build that was covered by a simple white cotton shirt and loose blue boxers that still hinted at what laid underneath. His handsome face had been cleanly shaven recently to display a strong jaw and a mouth currently agape in pure terror as he stared transfixidly down at his phone.

[ eFódlan Messenger ] Professor Eisner: 'Sure.'

"Urk!" The young man heaved with puffed cheeks, dropped the phone, and stumbled over to the bathroom to non-ceremonially 'puke his brains out'.

After a couple of dry heaves, and splashes of cold water to the face. The young man retrieved his phone, only to have it beep again in his hand. As if it was a hot potato, he let his phone go, before juggling it in between hands. Finally he catching the phone to find another message.

Professor Eisner: 'Golden Deer Cafe, 2pm.'

The young man's mouth became bone dry. What was going on? Why was Byleth...and then a wave of memories sucker punched him in the gut.

Enbarr Tavern - last night. One of his best friends, Sylvain, took him out so that he could air his frustration of what a circus Blaiddyd Corporation was becoming. Then Sylvain challenged him to a drinking game of truth or dare...and one of the dares Sylvain issued.

'Dude! Duuuuude, I dare you to text her!'

'Heyyyy, why not?' The young man's voice was now getting a bit slurred. 'We were the bestest of buddies.'

'Ha! Buddies? You had a mile high crush on her man!' Sylvain teased with wiggling eyebrows.

The other man was silent at this. But his cheeks, rosy from the alcohol, became an even deeper shade of red as he recalled a few of the many poignant memories with Professor Eisner.

'You know what!' Sylvain gasped as he slapped the bar with both hands. 'I dare you, no I double dare you to ask her out for coffee!'

The other man thought it over, then realized. 'That's the best idea ever! Yeah! Imma gonna do it.' With a hiccup and the biggest smile he had shown in weeks, Dimitri began to type.

Dimitri: 'Hey Professor, long time no talk. Meet up for coffee tomorrow?'

'Ha!' Dimitri shouted in triumph as he slapped his phone onto the bar, causing a crack across the screen.

'Aw, man...you really need to work on that…' Sylvain sighed as they both surveyed the damage to Dimitri's cell phone.

"You asshole!" Dimitri shouted into the slightly cracked phone once the other line picked up.

"Shuuu Dimitri shuuu" Sylvain shushed then groaned. "One, yes that's true. Two, lower your voice man...you sound like a jackhammer on steroids."

"Good!" Dimitri barked back, then hissed…"Sufferrr."

He could practically feel Sylvain wince on the other end. But he didn't care. This was an emergency!

"Ah shit…aw man this is bad." Sylvain suddenly urgently whispered.

"What! What could possibly be worse than what I'm in!" Dimitri huffed as he massaged his throbbing forehead.

"There's someone else in my bed," Sylvain squeaked.

"And that's shocking?" Dimitri raised a blonde brow.

"Okay...okay I locked myself in the bathroom. So what happened? What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"She replied."

"Who?"

"You very well know who! Professor Eisner agreed to meet up for coffee later today!" Dimitri groaned into the palm of his hand as he rubbed his face.

"Dude...you've been pining over her since sophomore year. And now you have your chance."

"I'm going to mess it up again," Dimitri sighed.

"Come on, turn on that 'ole fashion charm of yours!" Sylvain cheered.

"I scored the lowest in charm," Dimitri deadpanned into the phone.

"Oh boy, okay okay, listen closely and do exactly as I say…CRACK." The line went dead.

Dimitri peered down and the now smooshed cell phone in his hand.

...this was not going to go well...was it?


(A/N) Wait, is this a story where I pretty much torture the lovelorn Dimitri? Yes...yes it is...*Author cackles maniacally*