A/N: Prompt comes from otpprompts on tumblr!

Chapter inspiration: Imagine Person B (and any others) finding out Person A has been writing a fantasy epic about them trying to save the world together and slowly falling in love along the way.
Rating: K+
Warning: Modern!AU; high school setting; age changes because I needed classmates; matchmaker!Nyx; OOCness, as usual
Genre/s: Romance

Hope you enjoy!

I do not own Fire Emblem.

Whenever she looks at him, he's always sticking his nose into his notebook. Waiting for their homeroom teacher? He's writing. Lunch time? He's writing. Heck, she swears he doesn't even pay attention in class, just scribbles lead on pages upon pages of paper. And as the person who sits beside him, it makes Elise oh-so-very-curious.

Especially since she catches him glancing at her every once in a while, eyes flickering for a split second before moving on.

...

She stares because he stares, okay? Although she will admit that Tsukuyomi's kind of cute, in that awkward boy-next-door kind of way. Literally.

...Alright, alright. Maybe she has a crush on him. It's not her fault he looks cool when he's all serious, which is, well, most of the time. If she could get him off of that notebook of his for even a moment's time, then maybe she can pretend to be disillusioned. Like, what if he doesn't like dogs? That'd put her off really badly.

But that's beside the point.

The point is, whatever he's writing about is a mystery. It's got to be super important if he spends every waking minute on it, but that's really all she really knows. As someone who likes him, she's interested at whatever's holding his attention so intensely, but what can she do then? She's not going to straight-up ask him what it is (what if it's private? it's none of her business) or steal it when he's not looking (now that's just plain cruel). The only thing Elise can think of is biting her tongue and staying quiet, never to know what's inside that dreaded black notebook.

Siiighhh.

But surprise, surprise; her chance comes, one day, when she finds it lying haphazardly on a random hallway after school.

Elise looks around—this feels like a trap somehow—before heading over to pick it up. Yep, it's his; Tsukuyomi's name is strewn on its cover, and she can recognize those scratches and worn-out spine anywhere. What's it doing here? She knows him well enough that he'd never leave this behind, never mind leave it somewhere anyone could see.

Hm, perhaps she could give it to him later? The thought of conversation tickles her feet, makes her giggle.

But before she can process the situation further, she's approached by two people. The dark-haired girl's expression is blank with a hint of awkward exasperation; Elise doesn't know who she is. The boy with her, on the other hand, is familiar—it's Tsukuyomi.

He looks downright horrified.

"Oh, hello to you both!" Elise says. Turning to Tsukuyomi, she stretches out the notebook, and he stares at it with wide eyes. "And you. You came at the right time! I just found this on the ground. I think it's yours?"

He stammers, snatches it without a coherent word. As he cradles it defensively, Elise gets a bit more upset than she should be. What happened? Did she do something wrong? Was he so repulsed by her that he couldn't even say thanks? If this was a form of rejection, then...

She bites her lip and looks away.

The girl glances between them, back and forth, before pinching the back of Tsukuyomi's hand. He yelps, irritated, but she cuts him off by saying, "Don't take it personally, girl. He's just embarrassed you found it for him."

"Nyx-"

"You see, we're part of the Literature Club. All the stories he writes are in that notebook."

"N-Nyx!"

"His self-proclaimed magnus opus is in there too," she continues, ignoring his whiny protests. "And as all great writers do, he writes about what he knows. Or in this case, what he 'wants' to know."

He mutters grievances under his breath. Suspicion grows. There's anxiety in his eyes as he slowly says, "Nyx, there's no need to tell her that."

"It's a fantasy epic that goes through the normal motions; heroes band up, travel, save the world. But beneath the adventure and action, there's an underlying slow build of romance between the leading man and lady. Both of which, if I may, are in the author's knowledge, and are in very close distance to each other at the moment..." Tsukuyomi curses, now realizing the full extent to where this conversation's heading. "The main characters are based on-"

He covers her mouth. Nervous titters. As he glances at Elise, they intensify. "Don't mind her," he says. "Please. She doesn't know what she's talking about."

Elise blinks. A light bulb brightens. She knows those cues—scuffled steps, stutters, lack of eye contact. The blush makes it obvious. The grin on her face is huge. "You wrote me in it. You like me."

That feels good to say.

Nyx nods. Tsukuyomi shrieks. "No, no, no, no, no!" he denies. "I didn't! Don't! H-how could you say that? I'm not-"

"I like you too!" This has to be the most unconventional confession Elise knows, although at this point, she doesn't really care. Tsukuyomi's mouth is wide open and catching flies, and she's laughing because gods, she can't believe this. It's weird in the best way possible.

Nyx has to nudge Tsukuyomi out of his trance, and he clears his throat before saying, "I-is that so? That's...good then. Thanks?" Blush lingering on his cheeks and grin showing his teeth, Elise thinks she much enjoys the Tsukuyomi she sees before her now.

"No problem," she chirps. Of course it's not, I like you. Elise knocks on the notebook against his chest, once, twice; her mouth feels numb with all her smiling. "Just promise me that I get to read this after you're done, Mr. Boyfriend. I want to see just how high the expectations you set for me are."

A/N: Oh man, this entire story was awkward. And it feels short somehow. Welp. Apologies for butchering the prompt.