RWBY is the property of Rooster Teeth and the brainchild of the late Monty Oum.
While I was working on a more ambitious story ("After that Day", coming soon, I hope) I was trying to set up the back story for Blake/Yang for use in flashbacks, and for some reason the ideas for Blake pov just kept coming to the point decided to give them their own story. This is meant to be a quick and easy set of stories to get back into writing, so may be a bit rough.

I'm thinking about her, and I can't help thinking about why I keep thinking of her. It is confusing enough to be a Faunus at the best of times, and trying to hide it makes it worse - always second guessing yourself. Constantly over thinking in case some impulse gives you away. Of course since I am in the room with the team that isn't an issue, but it has to be habit. Right now I'm thinking about Yang; that has been happening a lot lately. Left to themselves my thoughts keep wondering up to the top bunk, to her. Of course no one knows this, as far as they know I am reading - I have had a lot of practice hiding my thoughts. We are on our beds - Yang, judging by the frustrated sighing, is doing her last minute history homework, Weiss is further lengthening her 2 month reading lead for the same class and Ruby is frantically finishing an essay that was technically due yesterday; one day she will meet a teacher immune to her wide-eyed charm, but it hasn't happened yet.

At first the upward pull seemed fairly obvious - my instincts yearning for the high ground. So to conceal them I eagerly accepted the lower bunk. Going up there to read when I have the room to myself didn't solve anything, it just felt empty. So that leaves Yang. More than a year since I chose her as a partner she still confounds me. It all seemed so simple back then: I would watch a few of my classmates fight and choose the least annoying one still standing. Yang was the first one I encountered; for a moment when I saw those two Ursas stalking her I thought I would have to rescue her. Then I saw her fight, and I was lost. After the first kill, even though I knew she could handle the second one I couldn't help myself, I had to make a big entrance. It wasn't that she could fight - she got into Beacon, that was a given; it was how she enjoyed it. I met people who enjoyed violence in the White Fang, particularly towards the end. A sprit of gleeful malice that, without exception, made my skin crawl. But with Yang there was no malice, just freedom. She let herself go, and happened, like a force of nature. At the time I was simply awestruck, but now I think of it as one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I knew that Ruby would came with Yang, and I was ok with that, though Weiss was a bit of a shock. I'm right where I chose to be, so why does it feel like something is missing.

I can hear paper rustling; glancing across I see Ruby has tossed a note down to Weiss, who with an exaggerated show of exasperation picks it up and reads it, before looking across the room at me then up; with a quiet snort she rolls her eyes and goes back to reading. I've given up trying to work out what is going on there, those two are ridiculous.

Yang is a double mystery, so simple and open, but there is always more. That story about looking for her mother. Asking me to the dance. As if that wasn't enough I never know how I am going to react, she makes my emotions go crazy. I want to hug her when I should be angry, like that laser pointer stunt. Then last week I bit her head off when she is 10 minutes late for a casual study date in the library; even if she blew me off it shouldn't be that big of a deal. If it was anyone else, I'd ask Yang, she is the people person.

Wham! Something has landed in the middle of the room. What the? Oh. Ruby has finished her essay and leapt off the bed, I must have zoned out; that never used to happen.
"Hey Weiss, want to do some training before class?" They've been like this ever since we started studying advanced Aura techniques, always slipping off together whenever they have a bit of free time.
"You've finished the essay?" Weiss' sounds cautious.
"Four thousand words, plus references." I can hear the smirk in her voice.
"I'm in the middle of a chapter!"
"I'll let you check my spelling" Ruby's voice has a lilting seductive quality, and I can't help glancing over to see the show. Weiss is making a production of turning a page, pretending to be engrossed.
Ruby sighs "Ok, grammar too, but you have to get me cookies" Weiss remains unmoved.
Ruby is moving in closer and leaning in to whisper in her ear; with my hearing it doesn't make much difference "I've had some ideas, about last time. I think we can do it better"
Weiss shuts the book loudly, and sits up "Your wish is my command." Her tone is sarcastic, but she is smiling as Ruby drags her out the door. Completely ridiculous.

I can hear Weiss talking as they walk away "Come on, pretending to read while staring at each other _though_ the bed, " Ok, so maybe I missed turning a page for a while, but what is she talking about? Is Yang thinking about me? Has she noticed how much I've been thinking about her? I can add a whole other level to my partner related musings.

With a smooth movement Yang has jumped down from her bed. Saved from my thoughts at last! Nice quiet landing, she can be very graceful.
"Um..." but not always articulate. She fidgets for a while before sitting on the edge of my bed right down at the foot. Her awkwardness seems to be catching because I don't know what to say either so I just sit up on the the edge of the bed near the head. Her eyes keep flicking to my face, then up a little to the bow, then back down to the floor... Oh, it is going to be that sort of conversation.

Of course we all had talked about the White Fang, and everyone seemed fine with me being a Faunus, but we have never talked about it as such, every one is too polite; well, everyone except Yang, it would seem.

"Hi", seems she has found her voice again, so I guess I need to respond.
"Hello." She actually waves at me, and I only just stop my self waving back, definitely catching; we must look like idiots, blushing idiots. Where is this even coming from?

Yang seems to gather her resolve, swallows and quickly shifts up the bed until she is close to me, then stares at the bow for a long moment.
"Is it uncomfortable?" before I can answer she continues, "I mean, cooped up under there, it must be." What? Oh the bow. Kind of a relief, this is 100% Yang - she can't bear anything that restricts her freedom of movement, and I know how she loves to feel the air on her skin, once you know this her outfit makes perfect sense. Though, of course, that isn't the explanation everyone thinks of first and she never bothers to correct them, just another Yang contradiction.

I never really thought about my clothing in that way, but I guess I am a bit the same way. The fact is, to fully realise your Aura you have to take every opportunity to be yourself, to 'bear you true self outward', hence all the dress up. I suspect the public at large think we are all fashion challenged freaks, but it gives an edge too significant to ignore.

So probably for months now she has been obsessing about my poor little ears in their silky prison. Maybe as a handicap, maybe just out of concern. I'm not really sure how to respond.
"It isn't really that constricting. I guess it is a bit annoying but I'm used to it. I can still hear pretty well." Besides, hiding is totally me.
"So you can hear with them?" Oops, we don't generally talk about that, but I suppose it isn't a real secret.
"Mostly the extra ears are just um, decorative, but yes some of us can hear with them."
"So Velvet could be listening to half the school?" I hadn't even thought about that, it is a bit disquieting, even if it is pretty unlikely.
"I don't know about Velvet, it is pretty random." this is more than I have ever talked about being a Faunus to someone who isn't, but it doesn't feel that weird. We sit in silence for a while, then Yang starts to move.
She reaches for the bow but pauses mid way
"May I?"
The weirdness is back tenfold, my heart is racing and I don't trust my voice. But this feels important so I bow my head to give her easier access.
She is so gentle it is almost imperceptible, a feather light touch from one hand to steady my head and the other gently pulling the bow free, I feel a shiver running though my body as the ribbon is pulled clear exposing my feline anatomy. It does feel nice to be free and I can feel my ears moving around subconsciously twitching and tracking the noises in the building. There are a few more feather touches as she smooths my hair; it is almost impossible to think of those same hands beating the Grimm to death.

After a few moments I take a quick glance up at her face, moving my eyes rather than my head; she is enraptured, wide eyed flushed and smiling. Just looking. We have never been in each others personal space this long. I can feel my cheeks burning; this isn't some interspecies awkwardness, I have a terrible feeling I know what is going on and staring into Yang's cleavage, watching the gentle movement as she breathes, isn't making it go away.

I finally move my head to look her in the face, and she is looking at me now - not the top of my head but at my whole face, and if anything she seems more awestruck, flushed and slightly smiling. I suspect looking into a mirror I would see something similar. It seems like I can feel her presence directly; that faint mental pull from before now seems wholly physical, an incredible force pulling me towards her. I really don't know how long I can resist; if I want to resist.

After some immeasurable interval a clock beeps, marking the hour, and suddenly Yang jumps back, breaking the spell.
"I have to get to class"
I glance at the clock, it is still an hour before class.
Yang seems to realise this too, "I have to take a run... a long run ... and um shower." I try, and nearly succeed, not to think of Yang showering
"A cold shower does sound good" from the look on her face she has just fallen at the same mental hurdle; and she knows I hate cold showers.
She backs quickly out of the room, calling out only as she closes the door "Bye!"