The sun rose over Beacon, its soothing rays beaming through the glass into the dorm rooms to herald the new day. Birds chirped, early risers stretched out of their beds, and screams filtered through team RWBY's door.

Meanwhile, Ozpin poured himself his first mug of hot coffee for the morning while he adjusted his glasses to survey the carnage wrought upon his office.

"Jaune!?"

"Ruby!?"

Jaune panicked, sweating bullets, as he held Blake's pillow over his pelvis to shield his sword, ignoring the fact that the rest of him was completely exposed to the elements. At least Ruby had the luxury of a blanket to cover herself up but...

"H-how!?"

"I don't know!"

"What happened!?"

"I don't know!"

"Did we...!? D-did we...d-do—"

"I don't want to know!"

Silence.

"Did we use protection?"

"... What's protection?"

And it was at that moment that Jaune knew, he fuc—heard the door burst open to reveal Yang panting after having run a marathon. Except, her relief quickly transformed into fiery rage at the sight before her.

Ozpin sat on his swivel chair, casually wiped off the stains on his desk with a wet rag, and sipped on his mug. Three, two, one...

The elevator doors rang open and in stormed an irate Glynda Goodwitch. Whatever venom she was about to spew died on the edge of her lips as she took in the mess that was the Headmaster's office. Her jaw fell slack, then her fists tightened white, until she finally sighed and adjusted her spectacles.

"It happened here, too, I assume," she began.

"It appears this is where it climaxed," he concluded.

"It would've been better if you worded that differently." Glynda averted her gaze only to have her sights land on the discarded piece of cloth, juices oozing out of its fabric, in the corner. "Dear me..."

"Give them an hour before calling them up."

She made her way to the coffee maker on the side and already made herself her first morning brew. "Agreed." They did hear the screams and the subsequent blasts after all.

Breakfast was awkward. Painfully silent. It could have been normal had it not been for the fact that Yang was eyeing her fellow blonde with restrained fury—having already crumpled three metal plates and thirty pounds of food in her hands—while Pyrrha appeared worrisomely forlorn and distant.

It was the weekend so there were no classes today. Barring the mountain of homework that was due Monday, there was not much to do but rest and relax. It had been a tiring (hellish) week (month), after all. And with the crazy party hosted by the upperclassmen the previous night as a treat to all the other students for their hard work, it felt sufficient to have this day spent either nursing the hangovers or sleeping in.

Which pretty much explained why team RWBY were scattered all over the campus come the break of dawn. Weiss and Blake came to by the poolside with nothing but party hats to protect whatever modesty they had left with while Yang had woken up in team CRDL's room with the said team lying bruised, blue, and beaten unconscious underneath her.

"So...anything new?" Ruby croaked.

"Yeah. Pretty sure I'll be changing the sheets, don't you think?" Yang seethed, reducing another spoon to paperclips in her grip.

"Oh. My. God." Nora started. "Did you use protection?"

"Nora!"

"Just curious, Renny!"

"That's very inappropriate!" Weiss barked, trying to rein in some sense of control. "Why on Remnant are we still talking about this? Matters like these are not proper for breakfast!" She threw a harder glare on her partner who only shrunk into her seat, cookies and milk untouched while her head dipped to let loose strands of her hair run down her face.

Meanwhile, Blake threw her a worried glance at Pyrrha from behind her book. The champion had been far too reserved, poking at her bread and butter while a metaphorical rain cloud unleashed a torrent of gloom over her slouched figure.

The heiress continued her diatribe until she concluded with, "But for the sake of settling the matter before it gets out of hand, what were you two thinki—"

"Was it your first time!?"

"Nora."

"What?"

"Ahem."

Teams RWBY and JNPR stiffened at the sight of Glynda Goodwitch, dark shades weighing her fierce glare. "Miss Rose and Mister Arc, please follow me to the Headmaster's office. Now."

And to think this day wouldn't get any worse.

Well, it somehow got worse.

"You seem to have lost your inhibitions the previous evening," Ozpin remarked at the pair of greatly embarrassed and very, very, very apologetic freshmen. "You both recall your academic schedule, am I correct?"

They nodded silently.

"You are both still in your first academic year." A sip. "It has not even ended yet."

"We're sorry, Professor Ozpin," mumbled Ruby.

"That has been made clear. However, I am curious as to how you managed access to my office which I constantly hold under lock and key every night and why you preferred my office in the first place."

Jaune scratched the back of his head, trying not to meet the older man's inquisitive gaze. It took him a moment to find the right words because he honestly couldn't remember. "Um... We were drunk."

"That I believe has also been made clear," Glynda growled, showing them the playback reel running on her tablet.

Both students paled and shrank even further at the sight of their antics recorded (in high-definition) by almost every security camera in the school. Their inebriated laughter, wobbly pacing from one place to another, then Ruby leans in for a kiss, Jaune staggers, they laugh, they make up, they make out, they laugh again, they make out some more...

Glynda ended the feed shortly before after the little reaper's cloak draped off her shoulders.

"Need we remind you that you are training to become the next generation of Remnant's protectors. While such deeds are of our basic human desires, only natural, may I ask you that rein in control of your actions and consider the consequences," Ozpin lectured. "Such discipline is necessary even if it is not outright taught in this school."

Jaune groaned in defeat. "Are we in trouble, sir?"

The Headmaster leaned back to take in a long sip while Glynda waited patiently by his side. "You may return to your dorms. Ensure that this does not happen again. And not on my desk, please."

As soon as the elevator doors whisked shut, Glynda turned on her heels to glare at her boss. "Really? You're just going to let them loose like that? How can they learn!?"

"It was how you learned."

She felt a strong blush grace her cheeks but managed an even fiercer glower. Ozpin appeared unmoved but there was some kind of smug mirth beneath those seemingly omniscient irises. "Just this once, Ozpin. Just this once, I will let them off the hook. The next time, however, I will met out quick punishment with or without your permission."

The deputy headmistress paced to the elevator only to freeze in her tracks when he echoed, "For a boy of his age, I did not expect such girth and length."

Glynda could hear the cogs ticking in her spine as her head slowly creaked towards him. "I'm deleting the footage."

"You have your fun, let me have mine," Ozpin replied. He swiveled around his seat with a distant look in his face as he gaped at the cloudy sky. "Miss Rose, on the other hand... Surprising how knowledgeable she was of the human anatomy. Incredulous. A brilliantly deceptive façade, Miss Rose. Well-played."

"I will pretend to not have heard that as well."

ORIGINALLY DRAFTED: May 3, 2018

LAST EDITED: May 7, 2018

INITIALLY UPLOADED: May 5, 2018

NOTE: I'm fully aware that this is not an original idea. The "Jaune-sleeps-with-Ruby" trope is common, I guess, so I wouldn't be surprised if I get called out on it. It's been done before so I tried to make my version a little different from the rest.

I just wanted to write some Jaune-Ruby stuff over the weekend. The itch was strong.