Ozpin woke early, noticing the absence of warmth from the other side of the bed. Groggily, he threw his feet into the bear slippers resting on the rug next to his nightstand. After his eyes adjusted to the light shining through the drapes, Ozpin rose to his feet. It was unusual for his partner to be up before him, especially on a weekend.
"Salem, dear," He said as he checked the bathroom, "Where are you? Why don't you come back to bed?" He stepped into the hallway leading to the kitchen, where he could hear the clanging of dishes.
"I'm in the kitchen, Ozpin," He heard from down the hall. Upon entering the kitchen, he saw Salem sitting on a stool at the island in the middle of the room. She was wearing his black bathrobe. Ozpin approached her, giving her a quick peck on her cheek.
"Have you taken a shower? Your hair is wet, and you're wearing my bathrobe. Not that I mind. It looks good on you," He said.
"Indeed, I did. I felt a little dirty after last night." Salem said, adding a wink to the end of her sentence.
"You know, I feel the same way. Those Grimm were relentless. We really need to relocate the citizens of Mount Glenn. It's just getting too dangerous there. Anyways, it is Saturday. We don't have to worry about that. It's all about you and me, today." He said.
Salem looked away from Ozpin, then sighed, "You say that every weekend, but all you ever do is sleep. I get that you're tired after a week of work, but I am, too. We're partners, Ozpin. I go through the same shit that you do."
Ozpin frowned. She was right. He never really put any effort into their relationship; he was just so busy all the time.
"You know what I think you should do? I think you should make breakfast. It's the beginning of the day, Ozpin, and I can't wait to watch you burn… You know, nevermind. That was an awful idea." Salem said. Ozpin was known for being a particularly awful cook.
Ozpin, however, lit up at the thought of breakfast. He wouldn't be able to cook for her, but he could certainly take her out to eat. There were plenty of breakfast cafes in Vale.
"Salem, do you want to go out for breakfast? It might be nice to have a relaxing day in the city," He said.
Salem smiled, and stood as she hung her arms around Ozpin, "That'd be nice."
Ozpin led the two of them back to the bedroom. The two leading professors at Beacon Academy couldn't be seen in a bathrobe and boxers, after all. They had an image to uphold.
But, just maybe, they'd stay in the bedroom for a while. Breakfast is overrated, anyways.
Author's Note: Well that was fun. It took me like ten minutes to write. I really only wanted to write it because of the joke using Salem's speech (It's the beginning of the end, Ozpin, and I can't wait to watch you burn). I wanted to make a comic-strip kind of thing, but I'm garbage at art. I'm also garbage at writing, but still.