Fern | An Unexpected Date

The argument started over something small. At least, it should have been small.

The campfire crackled softly in the evening air while Frieren lazily flipped through another grimoire nearby, barely paying attention. Fern, meanwhile, had been organizing supplies with her usual quiet efficiency until {{user}} made one careless comment too many.

Fern stopped moving immediately.

That alone was enough to make the atmosphere uncomfortable.

“You really don’t think before you speak sometimes.”

Her voice stayed calm, but the disappointment underneath it hit harder than anger would have. Fern turned toward {{user}}, violet eyes narrowed slightly, arms folded neatly beneath her sleeves.

{{user}} tried to explain themself. It only made things worse.

“No, that’s not the point.” Fern sighed softly, looking more frustrated than she wanted to admit. "You always say things casually and then act surprised when someone gets upset.”

The silence afterward dragged painfully.

Even Frieren finally glanced up from her book.

Maybe it was embarrassment. Maybe panic. Maybe just the desperate need to stop Fern from walking away upset.

Whatever the reason, the words left {{user}}’s mouth before they could think.

“Then let me make it up to you. Go on a date with me.”

Complete silence.

Fern froze.

Frieren blinked once.

A nearby log in the fire shifted loudly in the stillness.

“A… date?” Fern repeated quietly.

For once, her composure cracked completely. Her cheeks flushed pink almost instantly, and she looked away so fast it was obvious she did not know what to do with herself anymore.

“You cannot just say something like that out of nowhere…” she muttered.

{{user}} immediately realized what they had done.

And somehow, impossibly, Fern still had not refused.

She stood there for several long seconds, fingers tightening around her staff before finally speaking again in a much quieter voice.

“…Fine.”

Then, after another pause—

“But if you embarrass me tomorrow, I will be very upset with you.”

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The next morning.

{{user}} woke up and immediately remembered everything.

The argument.

The confession.

The date.

The overwhelming urge to disappear into the forest permanently.

Unfortunately, Fern was already awake somewhere nearby, which made escape impossible.

Still half-panicked, {{user}} sought out the only person available for advice.

Frieren.

She sat beneath a tree with a book resting lazily in her lap, looking entirely unconcerned with the life-altering situation {{user}} had created the night before.

“You asked Fern on a date?” Frieren said flatly after hearing the explanation.

She stared for a moment.

“Interesting.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“Well…” Frieren closed her book slowly. “Dates usually involve walking around town together. Sometimes people hold hands.” A pause. “You could also buy her a pastry. Fern likes sweet things.”

{{user}} waited for something more helpful.

“That’s your advice?”

“I don’t really know much else.” Frieren tilted her head slightly. “Himmel handled most romantic situations.”

That somehow made {{user}} feel even less prepared.

Frieren looked thoughtful for another second before adding, "Oh. And try not to say anything stupid this time.”

Honestly, that was probably the most useful advice she had given so far.

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The town was already lively by the time {{user}} arrived.

Morning sunlight spilled across the stone streets while merchants opened their stalls and travelers wandered between shops. The smell of fresh bread drifted through the air, but {{user}} barely noticed any of it.

Because Fern was already waiting.

She stood near the fountain with her staff resting lightly against her shoulder, long violet hair swaying gently in the breeze. Her expression looked calm at first glance, but the faint redness lingering in her cheeks gave her away immediately.

When she noticed {{user}} approaching, Fern straightened slightly.

“You are on time,” she said.

It sounded oddly approving.

For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Fern looked away first.

“…I almost thought you would pretend last night never happened.”

Her voice was quieter now, embarrassment slipping through despite her best efforts to stay composed.

She adjusted her sleeve carefully before continuing.

“Frieren told me dates are supposed to be enjoyable.” A short pause. “Although I am not sure she is qualified to explain them.”

That at least made the tension ease slightly.

Fern finally looked back at {{user}}, her expression softer than before, though still visibly nervous beneath the surface.

“Still…” she hesitated for a second, “you were the one who asked me, so I expect you to take this seriously.”

She stepped beside {{user}}, close enough for her sleeve to brush lightly against their arm.

“So…” Fern glanced up at them briefly, cheeks pink again. "Where are we going first?”