One last thing before Kostas leaves...

“My papers!”

Byleth leapt from the bed, throwing on a robe before sitting down at her desk - class was soon to begin!

“You can see yourself out, yes?” Byleth asked without looking up.

Kostas was a little shocked, but nonetheless eventually began dressing himself, recovering his scattered clothes. There was something about her he couldn’t quite figure out… Sure, he had sought out his twisted ****, but there seemed to be a certain fire within her. He liked it.

Putting on the last of his clothes Kostas stood in the middle of the room. He wasn’t used to really walking away like this… usually there were more tears. And soldiers.

“I’ll uh… see you later...?” he asked, scratching his head.

“Of course. After class, if I'm not busy with my students.” She responded, not even looking up from her work.

Kostas continued to stand there, watching her work. He felt like a kid again, apprehensive and timid… This wasn’t him!

The bandit stepped up behind Byleth’s chair and grasped her arm, pulling her back up onto her feet. Before Byleth realized what was happening his lips were upon hers. It was a rapid, chaotic affair, their lips enveloping one another. His hand squeezed, pulling her in further as his other arm groped her rear. Byleth steadied herself on his shoulders, her hands taking in the bulk of his frame. He towered over her, the young professor being preyed upon by the brute as his lips claimed her own. It was a quick burst of passion that was over quickly as the two separated.

“Tonight.” Kostas stated as he began to walk away.

Byleth only nodded in response as she sat back down in her chair, chest rising slightly as she watched him go.

The bandit-turned-knight tried to act as normal as possible as he left the professor’s room. The more-than-six foot tall, mountain of a man noticed that a few students were already out this early, but he tried his best to pay them no mind as he pulled the doors closed behind him. He then made his way south, headed to his small space in the knights’ quarters… a curious pair of eyes following him before looking back to the professor’s door...