Note: Hello fellow humans! This is the first time I've tried doing something like this! I've enjoyed writing my own original stuff before, but never anything from someone else's lore. I'll also apologize right now for any inaccuracies to RWBY. I love the show, but I doubt I'll get every detail correctly. Also I'd like to note the rating is mainly so I can have the freedom to curse has brutally as I want to - some of the stuff in here is a reflection my own thoughts and I'd like to keep them uncensored. But enough of this I say! Hope you enjoy!

Yang:

'If there was one beneficial thing the White Fang accomplished, it's that they could always keep my mind busy. While fighting the creatures of darkness and a radical terror group, my mind never had the chance to wonder where it shouldn't. Avoiding my problems with larger, more dangerous problems probably isn't the best plan though. I'm of course glad and really proud my team and I managed to defend Vale from the grimm and put Roman Torchwick behind bars, but with our lives back to normal, I have to once again acknowledge the unhealthy thoughts my mind keeps spewing.

I try to avoid thinking about it. I have constant dreams about it despite scolding myself every morning. I probably haven't had a single decent night of sleep after stopping the grimm from Mountain Glenn. My problem could be much worse. I could be actually insane or something... Then again if I can only fall asleep while menacing monsters roam free, then I may be an actual psychopath.

I suppose there's no dodging it. All my thoughts always gravitate back to a single fact- a single feeling I've tortured myself over since our early days attending Beacon... I really like Blake. I mean I like her as more of a friend. I don't dare say I love her... even if maybe I do... Letting this feeling grow to that size would be an even worse cancer on my emotions

I'm not worried about being gay or whatever. Hell, I don't give two shits about what other people or society thinks about me. I know who I am and I've accepted who I am. Everyone basically already knows anyways after Ruby found and flaunted those magazines of mine… But anyways, my problem is that the beauty I've fallen for is Blake. Anyone else I could potentially share my feelings with. I'd tell Pyrrha, Nora, hell maybe even Weiss. But Blake...the way she's so distant... If I hadn't been her teammate for so long, I'd argue she had no emotions and I probably wouldn't see anything in her. Unfortunately, I am her teammate and I witness in plentiful bits just how much emotion she has, and god damn is she adorable. I see enough of her personality to love it, but not nearly enough to reasonably expect how she'd react to my feelings...

She's always so mysterious and hidden... Is that wrong to feel attracted to? I suppose it doesn't matter if it's wrong or not; it's how I feel either way. These thoughts feel like a knife in my gut as I think of ways to feasibly bring this up to her. I want to help her feel wanted, needed, like a proper part of this world - not just some faunus. I want to help her precious-self open up; I never can say anything though. Instead, I've ignored my desires in favor of focusing on fighting monsters and messing around.

I sort of came close to disclosing this when she went crazy over the White Fang's operations several weeks ago and literally shut down from everything else in her life. I helped recover with a new perspective and even danced with her at the dance we helped organize... but I still lacked the courage to offer her more.

Will I ever open up to her? How the hell can I do that anyways? How would she respond? Do I want her to respond well? Do I really want to be with her?

...Man, I've got to quit ranting like this in my head. It cannot be healthy staying up all night like this.'

Yang sat up in bed to check the clock. '3:08,' Yang thought,' Well, I guess I wasn't going to pay attention in class anyways. I'm sure staying up to think about Blake and my own insanity is a reasonable excuse to sleep in class.'

Yang laid back down and tried to close her eyes. The challenge of sleep wasn't going to be conquered so easily though. Now that Yang had escaped her infinite train of thought, her senses were locked onto her surroundings. She immediately picked up on the sound of Blake's breaths from the bunk above her and against her will, her own breaths began to sync to it. This brought even more attention to Blake's presence as Yang specifically listened for Blake's breaths so she could force herself to breathe at a different time. As she heard Blake shifting her position in her bunk, making a slight groan, Yang used all of her willpower not to adjust her own position in her bed as well.

'Yang. What. The. Fuck,' Yang thought. She couldn't believe how ridiculous she was acting.

Yang hadn't felt her eyes close again that entire time, but quickly enough she heard a blaring whistle to her side.

"Good morning, team RWBY!" Ruby yelled," Class is starting in five minutes, so quickly get your butts ready!"

Weiss and Blake quickly got out of bed and began their preparations for a lengthy day of classes. Yang remained sprawled on her bed for a bit, thinking, 'I spent the whole night thinking about her...again.'

...

Team RWBY sprinted through the halls to catch their first class. Team JNPR sluggishly jogged right behind them, but were gradually slowing down from exhaustion.

"Ha, well at least we won't be as late as they'll be! They must've had a rough night!"' Ruby joked as she sped up.

"They probably still had more sleep than me...," Yang said sleepily and then immediately snapped awake -wanting to clamp her mouth shut and uppercut herself in the face.

"Why's that, Yang?" Ruby laughed," You weren't up looking at those magazines again, were you? You really shouldn't on nights we have class in the morn-"

"I was not!" Yang's crimson face seemed to argue the opposite, "I was…" 'God damn it,' Yang thought, 'Quick what's something normal people stay up all night for?' Yang realized she was getting cornered.

"You were what?" Blake asked with a slightly more concerned tone; she incredibly could add curiosity to a still very monotone voice. 'Thinking of you!' Yang wanted to yell, but thankfully didn't.

"I was taking a step in Weiss's boring shoes and studying?" Yang awkwardly answered, a little too loud for the distance. Yang cursed herself for not using a normal voice. The group took a moment to judge as Yang painfully waited for their response.

"I never study all night," Weiss eventually snapped defensively, "and I'm not boring!"

Ruby giggled, "Well I think studying defeats the point when it costs you your sleep. As leader, I command you to start having better nights of sleep. Okay, Yang?"

'Oh you don't want to know what I'd give for that, Ruby' Yang thought. Yang nodded anyways and offered a grand smile, "You bet."

Yang noted Blake's silence. This was usually the part when she'd state her opinion on how ridiculous the team was acting, but instead she just kept running without another word.

As Weiss continued grumbling about how interesting and not boring she was, the team arrived at their class and stormed through the door just as the bell rang. Professor Port promptly began his epic story as team RWBY took their seats.

Yang immediately started replaying the whole event in her head, keeping the tally of hesitations and the percentage of her face that was blushing. Yang determined the chance of Blake noticing her feelings were minimal. Worst case scenario, Blake simply thought she was looking through those magazines again. Yang leaned back in her seat as she began to relax.

'Well done, Yang. She still doesn't know!' Yang thought to herself cheerfully, proud of her accomplishment.

Almost immediately she realized what she just said and hated herself again.

'Well done, Yang. She still doesn't know.' Yang buried her head in her hands as whole world seemed to melt away around her.

Note: So I thought I set this all up well enough. Reviews are welcome, please tell me how crappy I am, that's how I'll improve.

*Update 5-6-16: I apologize for the rather rough introduction. A solid sense of direction is established soon enough in this story, so I hope you'll give it a proper chance.

*Update 1-16-19: Rather than just having an apology at the start, I've actually revised this chapter for a better sentence flow. Better late than never to make a better first impression on this story.