Author's note: This is just a short story, I might continue it or I might not, it just depends on my brain. I would have had this uploaded yesterday, if the power had decided not to go out.
Ruby ran her fingers through her hair in frustration at the mess she made. "Whoa, that explains the burning smell," Yang said as soon as she saw the pile of burnt chocolate. "Who are these supposed to be for?"
"I was making these to give to Jaune for Valentine's Day, but I just can't do it right," Ruby sighed as she dejectedly hung her head. "You don't happen to know how to make chocolate, do you?"
"Nope," Yang said, picking up the cookbook, "but these instructions can't be that hard, I mean I did cook for the both of us when dad was out on missions."
Pulling on an apron, Yang began to work, putting the chocolates into a bowl. Ruby watched patiently as her sister began mixing the chocolate as it began to melt. Moments later, the brawler poured the molten, brown mixture into the molds and had put the set into the refrigerator to set. It wasn't long before Ruby pulled one out for each of them to taste.
"Uh," Yang said as she cleaned the mold out over the waste basket, "maybe it is harder than I thought."
"Bleh!" Ruby exclaimed as she spat out the burnt tasting chocolate, "I can swing around a giant scythe, shoot a sniper rifle and kill creatures of darkness, but somehow, making chocolates is the hardest thing for me to do."
"Don't worry, Ruby, you'll get it," Yang encouraged, "I think you have just enough to make one more batch."
"It's pointless anyway," Ruby said.
"Don't be like that, Ruby. I don't think you'll burn it this time," Yang tried to encourage her sister some more.
"It's not that," the smaller girl said, "I mean, you know how he feels about Weiss."
"It doesn't hurt to try," Yang comforted, "and who knows, maybe he's moved on. It has been a couple months since he's even looked at her."
"I guess," Ruby sighed once more before dropping the rest of the chocolate bars into the bowl.
The following day, she held the small package hesitantly. Practicing the movements of handing the chocolates to the object of her affection. She then leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. "I can't do it," she told herself.
"Can't do what?" Ruby heard a familiar voice ask her.
"I-it's nothing, Jaune," Ruby stuttered.
"Doesn't sound like nothing," Jaune prodded as he sat down next to her.
"Well, I like this guy and I made him chocolates for Valentine's Day," Ruby blushed as she explained herself, "but I'm not sure if I should give it to him because he already likes someone else."
"Just tell him that you like him, I mean the worst he can say is 'I don't like you that way'," Jaune encouraged her.
Ruby smiled then stood up. "I need you to stand up too," she told him.
"Why?" he asked, doing as she told him.
"You told me to just tell him, but I've already told him because these chocolates are for you," Ruby held the chocolates out for him to take, her cheeks as pink as the box's wrapping.