Byleth and his entire class of wingmen/women
Male!Byleth x reader
Fluff/Sfw cut for length,
Reader is Byleth's teacher assistant,(in the students POV)
I wrote this super early in the morning so apologize if it's bad...
If someone were Byleth's student, they would naturally have learned to pick up on the most minor things. Like how their professor would always try to sneak glances at the teacher assistant trying to grade their papers.
Claude was the first to notice that they were usually strict professors who showed odd favoritism towards their assistants, despite it being their job to help them. He noticed that the professor would always try to help or ask if he would like to take over and help.
Edelgard had a slight crush on the professor herself, and couldn't help but notice how protective he was of her. Her heart would always ache when she saw his hand try to reach her. His eyebrows twitched, and his stoic face almost broke into worry as he tried to instruct his assistant on using a sword. Her stomach twisted in envy seeing Such tenderness, seeing Byleth give them a small smile as they get behind them, their hands touching theirs, using their body to guide them to hold a sword correctly.
During free period Mercedes chatting with Dorothea watch their professor tending to the gardens getting distracted occasionally turning his head to watch you feeding and playing with the cats for the monastery.
They watch closely as their professor turns his body to take a step forward, but hesitates for too long until they watch you get up with the stretch and walk away. Seeing the shoulders of their professor fall as their face remains blank. Dorothea couldn't stand to watch it anymore.
Dorothea waved her hand to flag you down, ensuring Byleth could see them, which he definitely could. She tried to ignore him as he watched the conversation. "Geez, he has no tact..." Mercedes whispered as Dorothea hushed when you walked over loudly. Dorothy asked, "Excuse me, Professor! But I just want to ask... What's your favorite tea?"
Byleth perks up, finally moving their legs as they hear you talk about your favorite tea, and how it wasn't easy to acquire in Fodlan recently. "My apologies, but I couldn't help but overhear you. That tea sounds quite familiar. If you like, I can... Invite you for tea, and I can see if I have it. We could try it together if that's okay. " His voice was gentle and calm as his focus remained on only you. Dorothea and Mercedes were not offended by this latest; in fact, they were elated to see their professor, who is usually unreadable, become a lost puppy for his assistant.
Excitedly, your eyes widened, and you exclaimed, "All right then, it's a date!" They see their professor's eyes widen.
Is that? Is their Professor blushing!?
Mercedes whispered to Dorothea, "Should we explain the real term of that phrase?"
Dorothy just smirked whispering back , "Nah."
It seems that more students than just Dorothea and Mercedes are watching from afar as Byleth hastily sets up a table in the courtyard to prepare for his tea time with you. They usually had a sharp and perceptive professor who had such tunnel vision on preparing this tea party for you and making sure, double checking, triple checking, to make sure he had all the pastries you liked, if you liked certain pieces of fine china. Of course, quadruple checking if he had the tea you liked, He hadn't even noticed the lingering gazes and some students hiding in the bushes.
They watched their usually calling professor picking up on the most minor quirks that they picked up over the months they've been learning under him. The way his shoulders raised and stiffened as he saw you approach him. When you sat down, his elbows rested on the table as he leaned forward, wanting to be fully engrossed in what you were saying. They even witnessed a small bed of his shyer side as he stumbled over his words when you asked about his hobbies.
They even saw a rare smile from him as you laughed and talked excitedly.
"I Had a fun and the tea was delicious. We should do this again, Byleth" You said with a smile.
His breath hitched. Everyone in the monastery called him Professor. Hearing you call his name, his actual name, caught him off guard and made his chest squeeze and flutter, a concept he thought was foreign since his heart did not beat.
The students collectively sighed, relieved, and smiled with satisfaction at how their beloved professors' "date" went. As they see you walk away, you wave goodbye to Byleth, and he gives a small wave goodbye back.
After he watched you leave his small smile drops into his normal stoic face his eyebrows twitch.
"Come here... All of you!" Byleth called out. The students paused, frozen in their tracks as they tried to sneak away before he would notice.
But it looks like he already did.







