It was just another completely normal, absolutely fine, pre-Vytal tournament day, filled with training and smack talk from the two blondes in the ring in front of Blake. A completely normal day watching two friends practising their hand to hand combat.

Which of course meant someone would have to come along and ruin it and considering Yang was currently occupied with Sun and Ruby was off with her "new BFF" Penny, that only left one person: Weiss Schnee. Said girl was currently sitting beside her with an insufferably smug grin on her face, an expression that was clearly the result of either the Schnee genes manifesting themselves in the embodiment of superiority or hours of painstaking practice perfecting the most irritating facial expression. To be honest Blake didn't put either of those options out of the running. She shook her head, that wasn't the point, the point was that the Schnee Smug SmirkTM was currently directed at her and it was disconcerting to say the least. Blake tried to turn back to her book but was too distracted by the sounds of pain coming from the ring. She looked up to see the two blondes currently trying to simultaneously put each other into a headlock with not much success on either end, neither looked to be tapping out though so it was going to be while of stalemate before anything happened. Blake looked back down and smiled, God what a pair of stubborn dorks.

"It's cute you know."

Blake turned to the heiress sitting beside her who had now adopted an obviously fake air of nonchalance as she faced the two in the sparring pit. Blake didn't want to let her get a rise out of her but it was clear that Weiss was not going to let it, whatever she was on about, go. So she rolled her eyes, took the bait and went for it.

"What's cute?"

"You. Of all the people on the planet I did not expect you to be one with a type Blake, it's just surprising."

"What do you mean by type?" She growled out the question with narrowed eyes. Weiss shot her a look as flipped her hair over shoulder.

"You know full well what I mean by type Belladonna, we've all seen the books you oh so sneakily hide under the dust jackets of Grimm Studies Vol.I to VII so don't play coy and innocent now."

Blake's eyes widened as she broke eye contact with Weiss and looked back down to her book again, feigning interest in an attempt to forget that her smutty secrets have apparently not been as secret as she thought. Luckily her- no not her- the resident distractions in the form of Yang and Sun broke out of their lock and resumed their explosive sparring session. Even without weapons the two had been steadily upping the heat in the ring, the rising temperature made even more obvious by the removal of all but their bottom layers of sports equipment: Yang had only a yellow sports bra and her black workout shorts left on, while Sun had removed everything bar a pair of loose black and gold gym shorts. Each punch and kick was met with a counter as they went all out trying to gain the upper hand on their opponent, they weren't quite as fast as Blake but their hitting power made up for any dodges- they gave as good as they got. Sun was more flexible than Yang but she had some fantastic footwork that mostly negated Sun's attempts at kicking her legs out from under her. Mostly, because at that exact moment Yang was swept off her feet and the two moved to start grappling as they tried to regain their footing. Watching them fight was a great experience, considering they were two of the most experienced hand to hand fighters she knew.

"You're staring Blake, again. You do know pictures last longer and they cut out the smell?" Weiss wrinkled her nose at the musty air that had filled gym in the time the spar had been going on, well she didn't have to be here if she wasn't insistent on annoying Blake.

"Look Blake I'll cut to the chase because you're either completely oblivious to your own feelings or you are so deep in denial I'm pretty sure we're going to need a full time excavation team to come and dig you out," she took a deep breath and gave the faunus a pointed look:

"You. Like. Them. Both of them."

Suddenly the world seemed to make much more sense. The more pronounced awkwardness she felt when trying to speak to them. Individually it was tolerable but recently around the two of them together she had been constantly distracted and generally struggled to get more than a sarcastic quip out. Which was a problem considering the three of them had been spending a lot of time together, if she wasn't with Yang she was with Sun and more often than not they would attempt to hang out together. And Blake would have to be lying if she didn't notice the pair's pleasing general appearance, oh who was she kidding, they were both gorgeous! But not only that they played off of each other well, they had a natural rhythm in their conversations and they all shared similar interests- well they all were interested in each other's interests at least. Watching Yang literally light up as she told them stories from her childhood, peppered with puns naturally, made her day, as did watching Sun do sleight of hand tricks, learned from less than reputable sources, he'd revealed with a roguish grin. They made her feel happier and safer than she'd ever felt before.

Oh God. She liked them. She liked Yang. She liked Sun. Both of them.

She had a type and it was hot, blonde and ripped.

Shit.

"Okay, fine, I see your point. I- I like them. Both. Very much. What now?"

What now indeed. Weiss had successfully managed to throw Blake more off balance than any opponent she had ever encountered in her entire life. She had known she wasn't entirely straight or entirely gay, that wasn't the surprise at least. The surprise was that she actually felt something deeper than simple aesthetic attraction. That's what scared her. She'd never actually cared about someone before, never mind two people.

"Have you ever noticed the similarities between the two of them?" Seemingly oblivious to the girl in emotional crisis next to her, Weiss was back to her oddly calm, nonchalant voice as she waved her hand at duo for emphasis, "Yang and Sun? Such subtle details as, oh I don't know, the blonde hair, a love of hand to hand combat, the flaunting of six packs and a shared penchant for shit jokes? And, if we want to look deeper, their unwavering devotion to a certain broody cat faunus who smiles like an idiot every time one of them does something dumb in front of her? Hmm?"

Blake stared at Weiss with a dumbstruck expression on her face

"B-but I can't date them both- they like me not-"

Weiss fixed Blake with her most exasperated look yet.

"Blake, Yang and Sun are practically the opposite gendered versions of each other, barring the fact they clearly already get along, it's not going too far to say they are both at least the tiniest bit narcissistic enough to date purely for aesthetic reasons. Never mind that I'd bet copious amounts of Schnee money on the fact that they'd do just about anything for you and for your information, Schnees don't make losing bets.

To put it more bluntly: I'd think they'd be amenable to whatever type of relationship you want."

The statement was said with a tone of finality and was punctuated with another sideways glance at the ring, "Oh look at that, the blonde brutes have finally finished knocking lumps out of each other."

Weiss pointed to the ring where the two had seemingly come to an impasse- that or they were just exhausted. At that moment, as if they could tell they had Blake's attention, both blondes turned and gave twin waves with matching bloody noses and breathless megawatt grins.

Blake groaned and fell backwards on the bench. Weiss broke out that dumb Schnee Smug SmirkTM again.

"I'm so screwed."

"I'm sure the blonde idiots down there are more than willing help you with that."

"Fuck you Schnee."

"Careful Belladonna, I wouldn't want to tire you out before Yang and Sun get here."

With that last super witty riposte, the girl dressed in all white stood and made for the door, leaving her contrasting friend alone to suffer in her newly realised feelings towards her two friends. Of course Weiss being Weiss, she couldn't leave her angsting friend without a final snarky remark.

"Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'm not your type."

The half-hearted- and 100% not Ruby approved- hand gesture Blake aimed at her back went unseen as she gleefully left the room.