Dorothea chapter.

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"So, to reiterate. Positioning yourself just at the edge of a forest will give you a large advantage over your enemies. Especially calvary. As they have trouble moving through forest."

The Professor was wrapping up class, it was a few minutes before the bell rung and the Professor was pointing at a large diagram of a mock battle from overhead. Little symbols and lines indicated friends or foe and showed where to move in case one of them did something.

It was rather boring for someone like her if she had to admit.

But still, the Professor knew how to teach. She had to admire that. Even someone like her who knew nothing of tactics had a very basic comprehension of the subject thanks to the Professor's tutoring.

The bell rung an all to familiar tune and the Professor looked up at the sound of it.

"That concludes class for today. Enjoy the rest of your day everyone."

Everyone began to pack their things, grabbing their books and writing utensils. Waving to their Professor before shuffling out the door. The Professor took a seat at his desk and began going over paperwork. Interrupted when Dorothea walked up to the Professor desk and leaned against it. Smirking at the Professor, who brought his head up to look at her.

"Dorothea. Did you need something?" He set his quill down and stared at Dorothea. His gaze, as usual, very deadpanned.

"Do I need to have a reason to talk to you, Professor~?

Byleth glanced away, then back to Dorothea. "Ideally...Yes."

Dorothea frowned. The Professor was too clueless sometimes. But she always enjoyed a challenge.

"You're funny Professor."

"I wasn't trying to be."

Dorothea ignored that last part, her smile returning to her face.

"Just the other day I discovered this fantastic café that serves the most delicious tea and cakes."

The Professor blinked. "What does that have to do with me?"

"I want to go there together, duh~"

The Professor glanced down at his paperwork. Then back to the brunette leaning against his desk, bother her hands placed flat on the surface.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline. I've gotta finish up this paperwork."

Dorothea frowned once again. Sometimes the Professor was too stubborn for his own good. "Come on Professor~ You gotta take a break everyone once in a while."

The Professor leaned back in his chair, putting his chin between his index and his thumb, thinking.

Dorothea was a nice girl. But he couldn't help but think that, like Hilda, she had ulterior motives. The two acted similar the only difference being how humble and honest Dorothea was whereas Hilda wasn't afraid to give a casual lie for her own sake.

He was aware of Dorothea's goal to find a proper husband. He wasn't sure what she did with the men other then take them out on dates but Byleth worried that doing something like that repeatedly would cause unsavory rumors to spread about her. Even though this was a church, people would still gossip.

"Professor~"

The man in question glanced back to her.

"Are you gonna leave me hanging? Come on~ Think of it like bonding with one of your students~"

Byleth sighed. Standing up and pushing his chair into his desk.

"Very well. Lead the way."

The town surrounding Garreg Mach Monastery was bustling as always. Living in the shadow of one of the greatest buildings in Fodlan history was very beneficial. Its location in the center of Fodlan caused it to be a very popular trading hub. Dorothea was cheerfully walking ahead of the Professor, glancing back a few times to make sure he was still close behind and offering him a slight smile every now and then.

A few men would stop her on the streets but would back off when Dorothea would give them a glare, or when they see the Professor's glare.

"You sure have an intense look in your eyes, Professor."

"Do I? It is not my intention..."

Their walk though the town didn't continue for very long. Dorothea turning a corner and leading him down a densely populated street. Where a small café resided. They entered through the door. Dorothea waving to the woman who was currently standing at the counter.

They both sat down at a table and the woman walked over.

"Don't worry, Professor. I know exactly what to order for you. And let me pay."

Byleth shook his head. "I can't let you do that." Dorothea frowned.

"I'm not gonna let you stop me. Just accept it, Professor. This is my treat after all."

Byleth didn't resist any further. Leaning back in his chair while Dorothea gave the woman their order. The café was barely populated. Only two other people besides them we're in the café. A boy and a girl. They seemed to be a couple.

Eventually the woman returned with a large plate. Setting it down on their table and placing a tea cup in front of both of them. Setting a tea pot in the middle before finally giving them each a slice of a pink colored cake. The woman smiled at the two before walking away. Dorothea poured them both a cup of tea, taking a sip from her cup and smiling.

Byleth took a sip of his, his eyes widening a bit at the taste. It truly was tasty.

They silently ate the cake and drank some tea, before finally Dorothea spoke up.

"So, Professor. Tell me about yourself." She rested her chin on her hands. Staring at the Professor, who stared back. His gaze, as always, a little unnerving.

"What do you want to know?"

Dorothea thought for a bit. Before shrugging. "Anything! You're so strange Professor. You show up one day, claiming to be the son of Jeralt the blade breaker and start teaching classes like its nothing! Not to mention you can wield a sacred weapon without a crest stone?"

"Aren't all professors like that?"

"No!"

Byleth blinked. He wasn't quite sure why Dorothea wanted to know about him. He wasn't anything special, despite what Rhea said or anyone else said. His students seemed to believe in him but he was just doing what a good teacher would do.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself, Dorothea."

The brunette sighed. "Thats not why I brought you out here but okay." She gave him a sweet smile.

"Welll. You really know everything there is to know. I was a singer at the Mittlefrank opera house. I grew up poor, and now I take men on dates to find a potential husband."

"Is that what you're doing with me."

Dorothea blinked, before a blush crept into her cheeks and she quickly turned her head away.

"I-I mean...It can be..." She dared a glance at him. "Would it bother you?"

Byleth shook his head. "Why would it?"

Dorothea ran her finger around her tea cup absentmindedly, staring into the cup. "I mean...I"m me...Just some one-hit wonder. I don't have any wealth or riches. You really don't have anything to gain from getting together with someone like me."

Byleth frowned. Dorothea's sudden change to a somber tone upsetted him. He hated seeing his students so distraught.

"If you feel that way, why do you continue searching?"

Dorothea looked up at him, then back down to her cup. "The men I chase after are like me. Simple commoners."

"I'm a commoner."

"Maybe...But you're no regular commoner. You're something extraordinary. You could have anyone you wanted, Professor."

Byleth let out a slight smile. "That means even you."

Dorothea's blushed deepened and she turned her head away from him quickly. Pulling her little hat down and in front of her face.

The Professor finished up his tea. "Its getting late." He stood up, standing in front of the table and holding his hand to her. Offering it, that small smile still on his usually deadpan face.

"Shall we return to the Monastery?"

Dorothea glanced at his face and his hand. A deep blush still present on her face. Before she smiled, taking his hand and rising from her seat. Although they didn't hold hands on the way back. Dorothea could sense they were much more closer now.

She could only hope that the Professor would wait for her until she graduates. So that the two can go on a proper date.

Somethings happening man. I don't feel right writing these stories, they don't feel good and they don't sound good. At least towards the end it got a little a better but the middle? I don't know what happened. Please forgive me, I'm trying to get out this slump but nothings working. I don't wanna take a hiatus because I don't know if I'll ever return.

I'll figure something out.

Until then.