(Hello beautiful people, Francis the smol here and i came up with this idea randomly and thought i would post a basic concept and see what people thought! So enjoy!)
Just outside Beacon highschool
Cold
He always felt cold.
Whitley schnee, the youngest child and only son of jacques schnee.
He always felt cold, like a freezing breeze constantly flew past him. But it didn't affect the outside or skin, no, the cold passed through his chest. The cold seemed to show an emptyness inside, where his heart should be. If it wasn't for his pulse, he'd doubt he even had a heart.
His sisters left him alone with their father, a not so kind man...
He started out nice but stern, but as soon as you disobey him it became clear to whitley how terrible this man truly was.
He had two options. Obey or rebel. He took in his choices, and decided to obey. He had nowhere else to go...rebelling would only make things harder for him. So instead he chose to just obey, to listen to this man he absolutely HATED.
It was...taxing, to have to listen daily. So much so he ended up doing something he never thought he would.
And that was where he was going right now.
Inside Beacon highschool
Jaune arc. He was the blonde vomiting goofball. He was a joke.
That's what everyone saw him as. Those attempt to ask weiss out, getting everything wrong in class, trying to act like he was worth anything, those times he would vomit on class trips due to 'motion sickness', the times he cried when he heard the lash of a belt...
Everyone thought of him as a joke.
Even his 'friends' had grown sick of acting like they could stand him. Yang Xaio-long. Pyrrha Nikos. Blake Belladonna and Weiss Schnee. Those were the ones that betrayed him. Ever since the incident...Lie Ren and Nora Valkyrie ignored him completely. Even Ruby Rose wasn't allowed to interact with him due to her older sister.
Jaune was alone. Jaune was sick of going home to an angry father. He was sick of being a victim.
And so here he was, in the lowest point of his life...one last strand of hope. Beacon's therapist suggested a afterschool therapy group for troubled students...it was the only way his father wouldn't get suspicious.
And so he entered.
Inside the therapy club
It was here Whitley Schnee first layed eyes on Jaune arc. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, scraggly. He would describe the man as...cute, not overly attractive or adorable, just the right amount of dorkiness that made him...cute. But what really caught his attention were those eyes.
That hesitant untrusting look, that shifting of the eyes, the way he looked down onto the floor...he knew that look.
They were similar, they were connected...they were...
Daddy's little victims.
"Hmm? Another one joining us then?"
That voice, a stern polite womanly voice. Jaune looked up from the floor to find where it came from, he saw miss goodwitch. The blonde, dare he say 'hot' teacher.
"Mr Jaune Arc, your grades have been slacking lately. I guess this will help us get to the bottom of that. Please take a seat."
Jaune simply nodded, turning to see only one other person there. He seemed a little on the short side, wore a simple grey hoodie and black tracksuit bottoms. He seemed...uncomfortable in those clothes, shifting oddly like he'd never wore something like that in his life. But looking up slightly more he saw his face.
Bright icey blue eyes, a extremely pale face, hair as white as snow that he would describe as slightly above short.
This boy looked up towards jaune, smiling ever so softly. He found him...cute, small and vulnerable.
He smiled back nervously, before taking a seat next to the boy.
"I'm Whitley, it's nice to meet you...Jaune was it?"
He extended a hand, Jaune hesitantly shook it.
Soft, so delicate, his hand felt so small compared to his...
"I-It's nice to meet you too Whitley!" He somehow managed to stammer out, his nervousness was clear as day.
A soft chuckle came from the younger boy. "Yes I know I'm rather young, 15 actually."
Jaune's eyes lit up in shock. "No way."
"Afraid so, may I ask your age?" He asked, not letting go of his hand strangely enough.
"Umm...16, why?"
After releasing the grip on the blonde's hand, the white haired male smiled slightly. "No reason, just wondering."
They were interupted by their teacher talking.
"Good to see you two are getting along. Without further delay, welcome to the first session of the therapy club."
(Soooo what did you guys think? Leave ideas and what you thought in a review so i can see it! And if you want i could post a link to my discord so you can all have easy access to talk with me! Love- Francis the smol.)
(ALSO I EDITED STUFF SINCE I WANTED THE FIRST CHAPTER TO BE A LITTLE MORE PRESENTABLE. I will post the next chapter in about a week, and will reply to reviews the!)
