When Sylvain saw you again, in all your glory, gorgeous, still, he messed up. He’d been a fool, grinning crookedly and flirting with you in the midst of battle.

Sylvain had promised you to become a better man.

Someone you could trust.

But the first thing he did when he saw you after five years was to try and woo you. Maybe he was thinking too much into it.

“Prof— Byleth,” He corrected himself quickly, and took a drink from his cup. “I missed you, you know? Honest.”