"Well I've had my fun using you for training. We have to get back to our assigned duties though. Let's see...next up is...polishing the weapons in the armory!" Ingrid spoke out, an enthusiastic smile appearing on her lips. Just how she was so excited to do such a boring chore?
"Oh Come on! You've already used me for training and cooking! Haven't I suffered enough!? When am I gonna regain my size already?!" Sylvain began throwing a tiny fit, desperate to be returned to normal. Clearly this new size has yet to humble him, he'd return to his old ways soon after growing.
"Clearly not, your attitude still stinks." Ingrid frowned, glaring daggers towards his tiny feeble body. "Commitment and integrity are something you lack, you and I will see this through."
"Hey! I don't lack commitm-" Sylvain's squeaks of protest quickly turned into a squeal of pain. Ingrid, wanting to hear no more, squeezed her fist around him. Placing the wheezing Sylvain atop her right shoulder, Ingrid smirked as she walked towards the armory.
"That should shut him up for a little while..." She smugly thought to herself.
As the walk across the monastery continued, the pair wasted no time in resuming their bickering. The giant blonde fell into a pattern of continually checking over her shoulder before angrily whispering and prodding her tiny shoulder companion. She had always smacked Sylvain whenever he was out of line, and now due to his newfound size, it was easier than ever. The feeling of being able to push around and use someone so easily was a bit intoxicated...
But Ingrid knew herself well, she had too much integrity to be tempted by such thoughts. Otherwise she might as well be shrunken down right next to Sylvain. If anyone was to shrink her though, please keep her at least a few feet larger than that obnoxious red-head. Keeping him in line was a lot enjoyable that way.
"Ingrid!" Cutting her amusing thoughts short, she swiftly turned to identify the person calling her name. On cue, Both tiny and large jaws dropped in horror, with Sylvain being especially panicked.
"Aw crap! Ingrid you gotta hide me. We said we wouldn't involve the Professor remember!?" Sylvain knew that she had never explicitly agreed to hide him from the professor, he was practically on his knees praying she would though.
Raising a hand towards her shoulder, Ingrid scooped Sylvain into her palm. Yet she was reluctant to close her fist around him, leaving him exposed to the incoming Professor's vision.
"What are you doing she'll see me! Close your hand!" Out of pure desperation, Sylvain attempted to wrap her giant thumb around his body. Meanwhile, Ingrid looked down at his futile actions with a bit of guilt. She knew this was the right move; if anyone could help, it would be the Professor.
Now Professor Byleth was a bit of a wood face, there wasn't much that was going to get a reaction out of her. But a shrunken student laying atop another's palm? That would do it. The Professor had opened her mouth to speak but quickly fell silent upon looking at Ingrid's palm. Her eyes slightly widened and mouth ever so slightly agape, this was the most shocked anyone has seen the professor. There was a prolonged awkward silence for a little while, no moved had moved or made a sound.
"Hey Teach, how's the weather up there?" Finally breaking the silence, Sylvain scratched the back of his head after that awful joke. He was lucky too, Usually with a joke that bad, Ingrid would squeeze the air right out of his lungs. She hadn't yet to recover from the awkwardness of the situation though, still finding trouble getting any words out at all.
"Fine." The Professor humored the joke in the least amused way possible. Straight to the point as always, Byleth then began smacking a book against her palm. One she'd hoped Sylvain would recognize...
"This is the second time." Byleth's expression felt just as cold as the last time she caught him. And for just a moment, Sylvain forgot about his size. This was business as usual; it was almost a regular daily occurrence that he'd get chewed out by The Professor. It was particularly strange given how she'd mentioned the novel before anything about his size.
"Now Ingrid. Could you please explain what's happened?" Sporting a deer-in-the-headlights look, Ingrid fumbled a couple of words before starting the story from the beginning.
"...and here we are now." Ingrid finally concluded the ridiculous-sounding story, omitting a few embarrassing details.
"I see...Would you mind if I looked after him? I may be able to deduce a clue on how to restore his size." Sylvain quickly looked up at his giant friend's face in anticipation, he'd never forgive her if she let him go!
"Yes, of course professor! That was the plan!" Ingrid very much believed in the professors capabilities. Sylvain would realize sooner or later, this was the right move.
"The WHAT?!" Sylvain, seemingly ignored by the two giants, protested the decision as best she could. He stood no chance however, as the professor's giant fingers effortlessly pinched him from Ingrid's palm.
"Thanks for your help Ingrid, please come by my study later. I may need your help later." Ingrid waved goodbye as the professor carried Sylvain off to her study. A tiny voice yelled to Ingrid, one she'd be too far away to hear.
"Traaiiiiitooor!"
"Sylvain, when will you learn?" Byleth let out a small sigh, she'd become increasingly tired with her wannabe Casanova's actions. And because of said actions, here he was, shrunken in size and in need of her help. Sylvain stood atop the desk, his signature goofy smile in place, while the professor contemplated what to do next. "I suppose we can start by following the incantation and seeing what that produces."
Hearing what the professor was saying, Sylvain's mind drifted off into the explicit. He'd hit on the professor several times, it was essentially a running gag at this point. But now, he'd be "used" by the her....
His dirty thoughts eventually led him to stare at his seated Professor's cleavage. They were huge and exposed! He could easily just leap off the desk and dive in...
It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, especially considering how upset Byleth was already. He couldn't himself though, the hot teacher and her student? It was every guy's dream!
Byleth, with her head resting atop her palm, was considering what she could have Sylvain do. Truthfully she wanted nothing but the best for him. Sylvain was a gift student, and if he applied himself, he could be at the top of his class. There was no "service" she wanted that wouldn't be to his benefit. She could have him fulfill his duties under her supervision? Maybe she could help him study for the upcoming written exam? Having trouble finding a concrete task, Byleth curiously looked down to see what her tiny student was doing.
Feeling a chill run down his spine, Sylvain snapped out of his daydream. Slowly cranking his head in fear, he locked eyes with the giant staring straight into his soul. The young redhead felt himself shrinking under her gaze, each second becoming harder to bear than the last. Though her expression was cold, he could feel fire raging behind her eyes.
As a giant hand suddenly shot towards him, Sylvain braced for it to make contact. However Byleth's hand quickly swept under and scooped the tiny knight. And with her giant fingers wrapping around him, Sylvain quickly found himself in complete and utter darkness. He really messed up! The Professor was already scary when he was normal sized! This was just an absolute nightmare.
Thankfully it wouldn't be long before Sylvain saw the outside world again. Byleth's hand suddenly opened up, tilting completely and sending him into a unexpected but short free fall. He was in glass? just Where did the Professor put him?
"A flask." The professor answered, almost as if she was reading his mind. "You'll stay here until I find out what we can do about your size." A hint of rage lingered in her voice as she spoke. The Professor wasn't even looking at him anymore. With her eyes closed and her arms crossed, she coldly lectured him about his situation. Clearly annoyed, she boded ill for Sylvain and his circumstances.
"Well, crap. Now what?" Sylvain sat in his glass prison, utterly and completely defeated.
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