(And the puns begin.)
Byleth considered his options and decided to go with his surefire bet with Bernadetta. The shrinking violet was almost guaranteed to be in her room. And if she wasn’t, she’d certainly return soon. The other benefit was that he didn’t have to move that far. All he had to do was go south, and he’d eventually stop just in front of his shy student’s room. It certainly beat going through crowded footpaths to get to the Black Eagles classroom. The less time he spent near the boots of his students, the better.
The trek to Bernadetta’s room was uneventful. It gave him the opportunity to get accustomed to his new stature. The same paths he walked every day were now an incomprehensible scale. He had to give it to Sothis. She found a way to make these slow days at Garreg Mach interesting.
He stopped just short of the door leading to Bernie’s room. At least once a week, he’d stop and check in on her, and she’d turn him away. Now at his current size, he could just bypass the door entirely. Sure, it was an invasion of privacy and most likely a breach of proper conduct for a professor. However, he needed the help before he ended up a stain on the floor. He just hoped he didn’t catch her in a compromising position. He got down and crawled his way through the bottom opening of the door.
Thankfully, Bernadetta seemed to just be resting on her bed, happily reading away. She lay on her back with one foot dangling off the edge of the bed.
Byleth considered his option on how to get his attention and came up with a simple flow chart as he walked over to her bed.
“Bernadetta!” He called. There was no response. He tried calling her name again, but it seemed she was just too engrossed in her book. No matter how many times he called out for her, she was lost in the whatever story she was reading.
Sighing, Byleth moved onto to plan B. He stared a bit too long at his pupil’s socked foot. He wasn’t too enthused about having to go near them, but he was lacking any reasonable options.
Her black socks went up to her knees, giving him ample space to climb his way up. Though, he would decide to do that after he prodded the giant student’s foot, hoping to forego the climbing and get her attention now.
Byleth rolled his arms before swinging, punching at the ball of Bernadetta’s foot. She didn’t react, and the shrunken professor found himself wishing that he had trained his brawling skills with Catherine instead of his swordplay. At most, her toes twitched, a subconscious reaction as the giant girl paid him no mind.
Then disaster struck as the weight of Bernadetta’s foot came crashing down on him. It knocked the wind from his lungs, sending Byleth sputtering for air beneath the wall of cotton. He didn’t notice it from now, but there was a slight stale scent in the air. Now that it was all that he could breathe for the time being, he definitely realized it was her feet.
He squirmed against the weight, feeling absolutely helpless that all it took was the unintentional shift of his meekest student to overpower him. Sothis was right, only in the sense that she rigged the entire scenario against him. He could have sword he heard snickering in the deep recessed of his mind.
Byleth continued to fight, refusing to give up and let the Goddess inside him win.
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