"Are you okay?"
A man in a light pink tracksuit paused in his paces, turning to the red-haired girl who had been running alongside him. He waved his hand dismissively, a mellow tone on his face. "No, no, Pyrrha. I was just looking around, and happened to notice that I need to trim my fingernails, they have gone a while without being cut."
The young woman nodded understandingly, the dawning sun of Mistral framing their conversation. It beat across his face without mercy, his fair skin scorched in the heat of the sun. She then laughed softly, nodding to her training companion. "S-sorry, haha! It's just… it's been a while since I heard something so mundane. It's… refreshing."
Despite her overwhelming popularity, as he soon had discovered, Pyrrha Nikos was a charming friend - a woman that struck him as genuine and kind, unlike those that acted as such outwardly. Humble to a fault, and willing to slow down to his pace - not impressive by any means, but respectable, the hands of a hard worker and the tongue of a nomad. Her hands - by far the most interesting feature of hers. Not her most beautiful, or striking, but the visible calluses on her skin were evident of her efforts.
"Ah? You find the normal man's life refreshing?" The blonde moved his hand calmly forwards, beginning to break into a slow jog, the redhead following behind her. "I do see the appeal, of course. Nothing is more serene than waking up on a weekend, and realizing that everything is the same as usual."
Pyrrha shook her head, smiling. "I haven't had the pleasure of doing such things recently. My agent pulls me from bed to a recording studio, or to a crowded arena. Brothers above, I dread it every time!"
The tall man laughed, his breathing sparse between his content, happy chuckles. "I can't imagine that. I wake up after a wonderful eight hour sleep, and after a shower, I meet up with you for a run." A deep inhale later, and the man's pace was back in control. Looking at his watch, he broke off from the path, going down a fork in the road. "Oh, dear! I hadn't been watching the time, and I had been enjoying the conversation too much. I have to go to breakfast, Miss Nikos. I'll meet you tomorrow at the same time."
"Okay! I'll see you later." The cheerful gladiator waved him off, picking up her speed drastically. He was such a nice man - a few years older than her, sure, but a respectful and lovely workout partner nonetheless! He seemed perpetually serene, his routine immaculate, his life perfection. Her money, athleticism, and adoring fans made the comparison no less correct - she'd still rather be him.
Pyrrha Nikos envied Yoshikage Kira.
Hello! I was interested in all of the JoJo/RWBY crossovers, so I decided to put my own piece into the fray. I'm not sure if it'll be the first in a series of chapters, or just a one-shot, but I just wanted to put my idea out there. If you like to, I'd enjoy some feedback!