A twenty-two year old Jaune Arc pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to rub away his exhaustion before he checked the clock on his scroll.

12:53 AM.

"Damn it..."

He sighed and put the pen he had been using to write down the lesson plan and stretched, trying to clear out the kinks in his back.

"Well, it seems like I finished the schedule. I'll get it to Professor Ozpin in the morning." He mumbled, shrugging out of his t-shirt and walked towards the dresser.

He tossed the shirt in the hamper for his laundry and wriggled out of his jeans and underwear before slipping on some sweats and moving towards the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and mouth-washed before trudging to his bed and placing his glasses on his bedside. He sat on the edge of the bed and let out a sigh of relief.

"Ah..." He moaned, the softness of the sheets feeling like heaven.

Jaune had been a teacher in Beacon from the moment he graduated. He really loved his job and to be honest he never thought he would be as happy doing anything else. Being a hunter was his original goal as a 17 year old freshman, but after four years, he decided that while he was a fantastic hunter, he wanted to learn more and stay near Beacon. At twenty-one he asked Ozpin for a recommendation on a good job that would leave him around the area.

[FLASHBACK]

"Well why not teach here?" Ozpin said, sipping from his ever present mug.

"Um, pardon?" Jaune said, blinking in confusion, "I could have sworn you just said I should teach. At Beacon."

Ozpin smiled softly.

"Indeed. You may be a very promising hunter, one of the best I have had the pleasure of teaching at my Academy Mr. Arc. I couldn't be prouder. But I know that some don't wish to take an active hunter role. They take other jobs and are enlisted as an 'on-call' list. You may stay here and at the same time, you may help the next generation become the absolute best they can be, while still maintaining your rank. I have been trying to find a new teacher to help Bartholomew and Peter lessen the strain they face in their respective classes." He said gazing at Jaune over his interlocked fingers.

"Do you really think I can help?" Jaune asked shyly, scratching the back of hie head and looking at the floor in unspoken uncertainty and embarrassment.

"Jaune." Ozpin said gently, "You are a fine young man, and I honestly believe that you are just the sort of person I am looking for."

Jaune had a stack of papers under his arm and rounded the corner, and almost crashing into his past teacher, Glynda Goodwitch.

"Ah!" Jaune yelped as he jerked away, "Oum, I am so sorry Professor Goodwitch!"

"Jaune, please do watch where you are going," She said crisply, and her lips quirked a small smile, "and I am not longer your professor anymore, but a colleague. You shouldn't say professor."

"Sorry Profes - I mean, um, Ms. Goodwitch." He managed rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

She sighed but shook her head, "One step at a time, I suppose. If those are your schedules, you should hand them in."

"Yes ma'am!" He said and flinched when she shot him a 'really?' look.

"..."

"Sorry..."

"Headmaster Ozpin?" Jaune said as he knocked on the door.

"Come in Jaune." The Headmaster called.

Jaune smiled and pushed open the door to see that Ozpin had already poured him a mug of coffee. He sat down opposite the headmaster and placed the papers on his desk.

"I've got the schedule plans ready Headmaster." Jaune said.

"You can call me Ozpin you know." Ozpin said gently.

Jaune rubbed the back of his head in a sheepish manner, "It just doesn't feel right. I'm sorry."

Ozpin shook his head but dropped the subject and took the stack of papers, "Thank you Jaune, I'll get these sorted and spread to the other teachers as soon as possible."

Jaune grinned, "Thank you, I'd better get going though. I need to make sure that all my class items are ready."

Ozpin nodded.

He got up when he glanced at the still steaming mug of coffee and picked it up, "Thanks, by the way."

"Jaune you may not want to-" Ozpin tried to say.

Jaune chugged the scalding drink.

Jaune rubbed his throat, wincing as his voice came out scratchy and rough, "Okay, not my brightest moment."

"Honestly Jaune." Glynda sighed as she sat in front of him as he gingerly sipped from a lukewarm glass of water, "You are a grown man, act like it."

He chuckled and closed his eyes as his aura worked to repair his throat, "I try, but acting childish is just too much fun Professor."

She glared and he leaned back, " I mean Ms. Goodwitch!" he squeaked.

And there you have it folks! A prompt that may be continued, by me or someone else!