SxD: A Schnee and a Dragon Go on a Date

Weiss wasn't nervous. Absolutely not.

She had fought Grimm larger than houses. She had dueled and bested various opponents. She had been called to stand on behalf of the Schnee Dust Company before rooms full of cynical adults ready to rip her apart.

Compared to all that, a simple dinner date with her boyfriend should have been laughably easy.

And yet—

She smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles in her pale blue dress for the third time, glancing at the mirror again. Her hair was perfect, her makeup subtle, her pendant sat just right on her collarbone. She looked composed. Elegant. Effortless.

‘So why does it feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest and tap dance down the hallway?’

Today was their first actual date as a couple. She and Issei had been together for days now—a fact that still made her question the laws of reality when she thought about it too long.

And still, tonight felt different. Important. Like something was about to shift.

They were going somewhere nicer than usual—some quiet little rooftop restaurant Blake had recommended.

Maybe she was worried she’d end up ruining and disappointing Issei.

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ She told herself. ‘This is just dinner.’

Then came a knock on the dorm door.

“Yo, Weiss, you ready?”

She inhaled through her nose, straightened her posture, and repeated the mantra drilled into her from birth: Calm. Poised. You are a Schnee.

She opened the door—

And her brain short-circuited.

Issei stood there.

Not in his usual jacket and jeans, not in his mismatched casual chaos. But in a crisp, midnight-blue button-up, sleeves rolled just enough to show off his forearms and charcoal-gray slacks that somehow fit him perfectly.

His unruly hair had been tamed—not fully, but enough to look deliberate. 

And the grin he gave her? Unbearably warm.

“Whoa,” He said, eyes skimming over her in stunned admiration. “You look amazing.”

Her breath caught, warmth creeping up her neck. “Obviously,” she replied, recovering with a toss of her head.

He laughed, the kind of sound that always made her chest flutter. “Still, had to say it.”

Weiss glanced away before he could see how deeply the compliment had affected her. She picked up her small clutch purse, shut the door behind her, and gestured down the hall. “Shall we?”

He offered his arm without hesitation. “Of course.”

She hesitated, just a moment—then slid her hand into the crook of his elbow. His body was warm beside hers, solid, reliable.

As they walked down the hall, Issei turned his head slightly toward her as they exited the dorm building and stepped into the cool evening air. “You nervous?”

“No,” She said too quickly. Then caught herself. “Maybe.”

He didn’t tease her. Just gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You’ve fought literal monsters,” He said lightly. “I think you can handle dinner with me.”

“I’m not worried about dinner,” she murmured under her breath.

He glanced at her, confused, but she didn’t elaborate.

And as they made their way toward the restaurant, Weiss allowed herself—just for a moment—to lean a little closer into his side.

Maybe tonight really was just dinner. Or maybe…

It was the night she finally admitted how hard—and how fast—she was falling for the idiot in the button-up shirt.

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Weiss had chosen the restaurant with precision.

Not just a good place—the place. A refined, candlelit rooftop establishment overlooking Vale’s skyline. Muted string music drifted from the speakers, the staff moved with quiet elegance, and the tables were spaced far enough apart that conversations could remain private without having to whisper.

Everything about it screamed class, charm, and subtle romantic undertones.

‘Perfect,’ she thought. ‘An atmosphere like this might help push him past obliviousness.’

And, for the first twenty minutes, it worked.

Surprisingly well.

Issei, to his credit, had been charming in his own way. He didn’t trip over his words. He complimented the view (and her), cracked a few jokes that made her giggle despite herself, and seemed genuinely comfortable, even in such a “fancy” place.

Weiss was beginning to let her guard down, sipping her sparkling water with a content little smile, when the waiter brought the wine list.

And everything started to unravel.

“Whoa, Weiss, check this out!” Issei exclaimed, holding up the menu like it was an ancient relic. “This bottle’s like, five thousand Lien!”

Weiss flinched.

Her eyes darted to the nearby table of older, dignified patrons—somewhere between government officials and rich socialites, by the look of them. None were staring, but she felt the glances.

She leaned forward and hissed, “Yes, that’s normal for high-end establishments.”

Issei, utterly unfazed, continued, “Do they filter it through gold or something?!”

Weiss closed her eyes. ‘Calm. Poised. Dignity.’

“Issei,” She said with the forced patience of a woman on the edge, “Please don’t embarrass us.”

“I’m just saying!” He whispered back, though at a volume that still made her twitch. “You could buy, like, twenty burgers for that price. With fries..”

The waiter, a tall man with an immaculate vest and the expression of someone who had mastered the art of silent judgment, cleared his throat politely.

Weiss wanted to vanish beneath the tablecloth and never return.

She gave the man a tight, strained smile. “We’ll pass on the wine.”

“Very good,” the waiter murmured, collecting the menu as if he’d just watched someone slap a priceless painting.

As he drifted away like a disapproving ghost, Weiss glared at Issei.

“What?” he asked, confused.

She exhaled sharply. “You are unbelievable.”

He tilted his head. “In a good way?”

“No,” she snapped.

“Okay,” he said with a grin. “But it’s still funny.”

Weiss pressed her fingertips to her temples. Why. Why him. Why do I like him so much.

She opened her mouth to lecture him—again—but then he looked at her, just looked, with that same warm, easy smile that always bypassed her walls and made her chest flutter despite her best efforts.

“I get it,” He said more quietly. “You want tonight to be perfect.”

She blinked, caught off guard.

“I… do,” She admitted.

He reached out, gently touching her hand across the table. “Well, even if I mess up a little, I’m really glad I’m here. With you.”

Weiss stared at him, momentarily robbed of words.

The candlelight flickered between them, softening the edges of his usually chaotic presence. In that moment, he looked… genuine. No jokes. No oblivious comments.

Just him. Being sincere.

“…You’re such an idiot,” She said, her voice quiet, but not unkind.

He beamed. “Your idiot now, though.”

She flushed, looking away—but didn’t pull her hand back.

Somehow, despite everything, the night was still salvageable.

Assuming he didn’t try to order a burger from the dessert menu.

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The streets of Vale glowed softly in the evening light, warm lanterns casting golden pools along the cobblestone pathways. Shops were beginning to close for the night, their signs dimming one by one, but the city still hummed with quiet life—couples walking hand-in-hand, friends laughing in the distance, the faint sound of a street performer’s violin drifting through the air.

Weiss and Issei walked side by side, the clack of her heels a soft counterpoint to the scuff of his boots.

“I still think that steak was too fancy,” Issei muttered, rubbing the back of his neck like the meal had personally offended him.

Weiss sighed, lips twitching despite herself. “You just don’t appreciate fine dining.”

“Oh, I appreciate it, as it was delicious.” He replied easily, shooting her a glance. That familiar smirk tugged at his lips, boyish and effortless. “Just not as much as I appreciate spending time with you.”

She missed a step.

Actually stumbled.

The kind of stumble that made her clutch her skirt and pretend it was nothing, even though her heart had just gone off-script entirely.

Her face went hot—too hot—and she turned her head away, as if the breeze could cool the rising blush coloring her cheeks.

“You—You can’t just say things like that so casually!” she snapped, voice a little too high-pitched, a little too flustered.

Issei laughed, and it wasn’t mocking. It was light and genuine and so him that it made her pulse trip again.

“Why not?” he asked, grinning. “It’s true.”

Weiss crossed her arms tightly, as if that could somehow contain the wild flutter in her chest. “That’s not the point,” She muttered.

They kept walking in silence after that, the quiet comfortable this time. But Weiss noticed him fidget slightly beside her, like something unsaid sat on the tip of his tongue.

Then, without warning, she felt it—something warm.

Issei’s fingers, tentative at first, gently brushed against hers… and then curled around them, lacing through with surprising softness.

Weiss glanced sideways, startled.

He wasn’t looking at her.

No grin. No smirk. Just a quiet smile, eyes on the path ahead but expression open—unshielded.

“…Hey,” He said, voice softer than she’d ever heard it. “I know I’m a mess sometimes. Kinda loud. Kinda dumb. But I do want to make you happy, Weiss.”

The words slipped into her chest like silk and settled there, warm and sure.

She stared at him. At his profile, touched by streetlight and starlight, his messy hair tousled by the breeze. He wasn’t pretending. He wasn’t teasing.

He meant it.

And that… meant everything.

She swallowed thickly, unable to keep the tremble from her voice. “…You already do.”

His grip tightened slightly—just a touch—but the meaning behind it rang louder than any declaration.

She didn’t pull away. Didn’t scold him. Didn’t second-guess the moment like she usually would.

Instead, she pulled him down and pushed her lips to the perverted boy. Issei quickly responded by holding her hips and kissing back with surprising experience that he didn’t know where it came from. 

They both separated wanting a breath of air and gave each a smile. Without a word she held his hand, and walked beside him, and allowed the cool night and warm fingers to lull her into a rare kind of peace. She was just… happy. With him.