Spear Lessons
I had an idea, so I wrote it. A huge shout out to this guy's youtube where I watched his videos on how to use a spear multiple times in order to write this. Also I'd like to say that there are a lot of suggestive words when it comes to spears, but I swear this is entirely sfw.
GN!MC x Raphael
Warnings: none, it's fluff
You hefted your bag onto your shoulder more snugly as you made your way down the front stairs at RAD. You were finally done with classes and after school meetings. It was time to make your way back to the House of Lamentation.
You were thinking about what you would do when you got there as you walked through campus. You stayed on the path, following it as it wound through the grounds. Your thoughts were disturbed when something bright caught your eye.
You turned your head in that direction only to stop dead in your tracks.
It was Raphael and the glint from the gold of the diamonds in his hair had been what you had seen.
There was nothing unusual about seeing Raphael around campus, but you were entranced by what he was doing.
In his hands, Raphael held one of his infamous spears. It was no simple wood and iron spear, either. It looked like it was made of gold and steel, bright as the eternal Celestial Realm sun.
He was moving through a specific set of moves, holding the spear firmly, thrusting and lunging at imaginary opponents.
Your heart raced as you watched him. His footwork was precise but complicated, making him look like a deadly dancer. His face was as serious as it always was, composed and full of concentration.
Raphael turned in his routine and his eyes focused on your face. He stopped moving, looking at you over the shining tip of the spear.
You were wondering if you should say something when Raphael pulled the spear back, holding it at his side and standing straight out of his fighting stance.
"MC," he said. He didn't sound upset that you were watching him. He sounded just as he always did.
You were flustered, though, at having been caught. "I'm sorry," you said. "I didn't mean to stare at you or to interrupt. I was just curious." You couldn't exactly say that you were a little entranced by him, too.
Raphael cocked his head a little. "Are you interested in learning to use the spear, MC? I can show you the basics."
You blinked. You hadn't really thought about it, but now that he had suggested it…
"I would like that," you replied.
Raphael nodded. "We can start now, if you like."
You immediately shrugged off your book bag and left it in the grass. "Okay," you said.
Raphael gestured for you to stand in front of him. Then he handed you his spear. You took it reverently, especially because you felt like you were handling something holy.
"It isn't fragile," Raphael said, seemingly picking up on your sense of uncertainty. "Grip it firmly."
"Like this?" you asked, attempting to emulate how you had seen him holding it earlier.
"Your grip depends on how you intend to use it," Raphael said. "Let's start with the basic thrust move. For that you'll want your dominant hand closer to the base of the spear. It will be the one directing your thrusts."
You rearranged your hold a bit, to be closer to what you thought was correct.
Raphael studied your hold for a moment. "Now thrust the spear forward with both hands, without changing their position, and lunge forward with your front foot. Make sure to keep your stance a bit low to the ground."
You did as he instructed and then froze in place with the spear extended. The tip didn't quite reach Raphael, but it was inches away from his chest. He seemed unperturbed.
"That's good, MC," he said. "But your power is lacking. You need to put your dominant hand a little further back."
You readjusted your hand and tried again.
After several repetitions of the move where Raphael simply watched you, he held up a hand.
You stopped, still in a fighting stance, and waited.
Raphael circled around behind you. You figured he was looking at all the ways in which you were standing incorrectly.
And then you felt his hands on yours. And you realized he was standing close enough to put his arms around you and hold the spear with you.
"You need to hold it more on an angle, like this." Raphael's voice was right next to your ear and you tried not to think about the goosebumps that rose on your skin. He adjusted the angle of the spear.
"When you thrust, simply go straight forward. Be careful not to do this." He demonstrated by thrusting the spear, his chest pressing against your back as he did. It was clear that he was telling you not to let the spear go out from your body before it went forward toward your opponent.
"Keep it steady," Raphael said. "And step into the forward movement."
Raphael let go of you and stepped back. "Try it again," he said.
You were grateful he was behind you now, hoping it meant he couldn't see the blush on your cheeks. You had to take a breath before attempting the move again.
After your next attempt, you couldn't stop yourself from looking over your shoulder at him, for confirmation on whether or not you had improved.
Your heart nearly stopped when you saw the gentle smile on his face. He nodded in approval.
You spent another solid hour practicing this basic move with Raphael's spear. It started to feel like second nature, as if that beautiful shining weapon somehow belonged in your very own human hands.
When you realized you needed to get back to the House of Lamentation, you carefully handed Raphael back his spear.
He stood it upright beside him, smiling at you again. Your heart shuddered at the sight - he looked absolutely angelic when he smiled at you like that.
"You did well, MC," he said. "I think you have potential with the spear, if you'd like to continue training."
You shrugged at the praise. "I just had a really good teacher, that's all."
Raphael sighed and shook his head a little. "I think I was a bit too distracting for you. But you managed to improve despite that. You truly are remarkable, MC."
You blushed because it was pretty clear from this statement that he had been aware of the reactions you had attempted to hide.
To your complete astonishment, Raphael reached out and put his hand on your cheek. "This is what I mean," he said.
You fought to stop yourself from blushing even more, but it was a losing battle. "Um, I should get back…"
Raphael stepped away from you, then smiled and said, "If you keep practicing, you'll be able to put those brothers in their place in no time."
You laughed. It was such a hilarious image, you couldn't help it. "I can't wait to see the looks on their faces," you said.
You thanked Raphael and made a plan to continue your training at a later time. As you grabbed your bag, you stopped for a moment to watch as he fell into an elaborate routine once again. You wouldn't soon forget the feeling of his hands on yours or the sound of his voice, low in your ear. You rushed home with the golden glint of his spear still prominent in your mind.
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