He was, indeed unique amongst us. Perhaps a bit shy of coordinated.
However that isn't what attracted me to him. Perhaps it was his hair of wheat; something I admittedly have an affinity for. Or the azure in his eyes? I would have to betray they aided him in standing out from the crowd, alas, his physical appearance wasn't what had drawn me so prodigiously.
It seems it might have purely been his nature; the manner in which he carried himself. Not with ego or great pride, but with a trait unique to Jaune and Jaune alone.
He was kind. He was caring. And a tad bit goofy which was more than obvious. But he was unique. He broke the mold amongst us warriors and champions.
I doubt he ever realized how often I'd gaze in his direction. Or how much straighter I'd stand while he was around (a trait I'd learned to curtail; a male's machismo is a fragile thing, often damaged by a slightly taller female). It was unbecoming of me. On occasion I'd become distracted during an encounter only to snap to attention as a claw or fang clattered against Akoúo̱.
It pained me to watch him spend time with Cardin. It was atrocious. I'd offered my assistance and in return I was neglected a leader. I was neglected a friend. I was neglected… him.
The irritating manner in which he walked and spoke. How his mess of hair seemed to always be the most enticing amount of disheveled.
After he'd apologized we began training. I may be giving him a more hands-on experience than is absolutely necessary. I doubt he minds.
It's in his ambition, the ferocity with which he trains. In those fleeting moments where battle ignites. I can see it. I can see the embers burning and erupt into infernos.
But it's as well in the way he trips over a well placed foot. The manner in which he smiles when caught off guard. He's humble. He's brave. He's rough around the edges.
But in our flaws, humanity emerges. In our humanity… love is founded.