Bronzian x Weiss (Bronzice?):
Team BRSS arrives at Becon a week earlier than Sun (so Volume 1). Weiss still has a bit of an attitude and isn't too fond of the rambunctious group of teenage boys. But she soon learns to deal with them, as they're all (mostly) polite and calm when it's necessary.
Her and Bronzian get rather close, him being the only person on his team patient enough to deal with her attitude. They first started hanging out due to their mutual appreciation for music. His skill with the violin complimented her voice so well and the sound was breathtaking. Well it would have been, had they ever performed for anyone.
Eventually, they began to spar during these practice sessions and they soon learn just how well they work together. One night, Bronzian proposes that they venture into the forest and find some Grimm to really train with. She, to his surprise agrees. They both tell their teams that they'll be gone a while and head out.
It's not hard to find the creatures and they fight, back to back. She doesn't have to worry about defense as much as she usually does, as he was great at defending them both. He uses his semblance sparingly, and they perform as they fight, singing and playing, still dispatching the Grimm. The fight ends on one last note as she strikes down an ursa and a beowulf falls behind his feet.
They are facing each other, and the adrenaline is pumping, she closes the small gap between them and takes his face in her hands and their lips meet. The cold of Atlas and Vale meets the warmth of Vacuo. Her eyes are closed, his are opened wide, in shock. His hands are hanging at his sides, sword and shield on the ground.
She begins to panic. Had she gone too fast? Did he not feel the same way? She is about to pull away, let go and break the kiss, but his arms wrap around her pull her closer. It's her turn for wide eyes, seeing his smiles against his lips.
He finds the cold of her lips oddly intoxicating. He was so used to constant warmth, and he had never enjoyed the cold of Vale, but her palms on his cheeks on her lips on his was different. He practically, and ironically, melted from her touch.