Colored World
Pyrrha Nikos explored Beacon Academy, watching the crowds of students with their respective friends chatting away. She took a deep inhale to quell her nerves, keeping a small general smile. From time to time, peers would exclaim and praise her, but none of them cared to stay in her company. The maroon victor expected this, but it still hurt to be isolated. The wounds were always fresh in her loneliness. Once settled in the main hall, she looked to two loud freshmen. Pyrrha couldn't really tell if they were arguing or being friendly, it seemed to be a mix of both. She recognized one as Weiss Schnee, an heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, and the other a fellow freshman with a cloak.
"-and…scraggly over there." She mocked, gesturing a thumb to an armored boy. Her eyes followed the young man, blinking several times before rubbing her face with the back of her hand. Something was off about him, but she couldn't pinpoint it. The other girls dispersed from him to face the stage, but Pyrrha kept staring. His features were for lack of a better word, fading in. She couldn't pin point what was so strange about him and was unable to find the words to describe the world around her in that moment. The red victor looked to her own armor, comparing it to the hair of the boy called Jaune. They were similar but not the same…
The entrance evaluation was just outside the locker rooms. Pyrrha in that time saw the world in a different light. She kept her focus on Weiss as she suggested teams, but she couldn't help but keep her attention on Jaune. In their interaction, he seemed interested in the Schnee heiress, she wouldn't show her confusion, though.
"It was pretty cool, sadly the cereal isn't very good for you…" The victor replied bashfully. What interested her more was how he spoke to her and not about her previous success and talents. Jaune, without former recognition of her fame treated her as another friend, a comrade, a person.
Her aim was more precise, even with the long distance. In the Emerald Forest her spear hit with the precision she desired. The wind trajectory allowed it to pierce and rescue the blond boy from his fall.
So why couldn't she take his heart the same way?
Maybe she was surrounded by so much white she couldn't tell. He tried convincing himself. Or maybe something was wrong and she didn't see what he saw…
Jaune's world was in color, but there was no one to share it with. Upon sight of the Heiress he thought he were fated to, he noticed the red lining inside her dress collar. It had to be, right? His sisters always teased and told him the tales of how fated soulmates met. None of them felt relevant to him, though. Slowly but surely, he began to notice less and less of the variety of hues, only able to focus on red…
At the dance, he watched his teammate walk up the steps to the balcony by herself.
"I guess, you're the kind of guy I wish I was here with - someone who just saw me for me…"
Why didn't he realize it sooner? Jaune watched her go, unable to respond due to his foolishness.
"J-Jaune…! You didn't have to-!" Her laugh gave him meaning, and he'd spend the rest of their days finding it together.
"Are you gonna stand there, or are we gonna dance?" He smiled broadly, confident and sure.
