Jaune backed up against the classroom door, his right hand propped up to support himself, as the crowd rounded on him. Weiss was looking down at her hands, shuddering.

"I...but...I locked my..." The heiress was blushing, looking between her hands, uncomprehending between "...he can't have...n-no..."

A girl from the crowd rounding on Jaune threw another shoe at him, one which nailed him right on the shoulder. "PERVERT!"

The knight winced, clutching his shoulder as he backed up against the door.

'Dammit...does this thing have no mercy...' Jaune thought, his hand slapping against the doorknob to pull himself out of the room.

He froze as he realised that the door he was pressed against only opened from the outside.

'Oh, you have got to be kidding me, first the phone, then her panties...then...' Jaune sighed in exasperation.

'I'm definitely in some sort of screwed-up anime now...'

He closed his eyes and allowed his fate to overtake him as the crowd closed in on him.

...

Jaune set on a bench along the corridors, sighing. He, miraculously, wasn't marked by the beating he'd received from the class for being a pervert- not something he'd wanted to do, too- and had spent a while futilely trying to convince Weiss he hadn't stolen any of her panties- all he'd gotten from her was a glare that could kill King Taijitu and freeze the corpse solid.

He rubbed his weary eyes, looking down at the linoleum floor.

"Dammit." The knight cursed, gripping the bench. "Just what did I do to deserve this? I swear, I must've really angered some really sadistic god or something.

It's not a hallucination, because I...I definitely pulled...those out..." The knight blushed at the thought of the underwear he'd somehow pulled from his bag without having even seen a pair of them before. "...and every time I tried to resist a choice, I had a headache...

Is it some sort of curse?" Jaune concluded, rubbing his chin pensively. "It has to be a curse or something...but magic doesn't exist, right? No, no, but there's no Semblance that works like that. I've never heard of a Semblance that works like that.

Even the mind-control Semblances need the person to be within a certain radius of the target...thank Dust, at least Oobleck's class is good for something...but wait, wait, that means it's magic. There's...no such thing as magic, right?"

"Is something wrong?"

Jaune blinked, looking up from his thoughts at the girl who had interrupted them. He was taken aback by what he saw.


She was about his height, he wagered, give or take an inch or two. Her most distinctive feature was her long, ivory hair, falling down her back in soft waves, with serene, grey eyes, which exuded the same warmness contained in the small, motherly smile on her pale face.

Her clothing was familiar- it resembled Weiss' beloved bolero jacket, dress and skirt ensemble, but the jacket was replaced with an elegant white winter coat, lined with blue fur from some unknowable animal, and the skirt was longer, reaching down to her knees. Her shoes, too, were similar to Weiss'- instead of reaching to her knees, they were smaller, more glass-like, giving the impression of being hewn from pure, clear ice, with black stockings reaching up past her skirt covering the rest of her legs.

Jaune, of course, concentrated on her clothes to ignore the second most distinctive feature of her body- her rather considerable chest. Were it not for that, he could've mistaken her for an older, more lady-like; not that she wasn't that already to begin with- Weiss.

"I...uh..." Jaune rubbed the back of his head. "It's nothing, really-"
"No, please." The girl frowned. "I would prefer you speak now. I am told it's better for one to speak about their problems."

"You really, err...wouldn't want to know. It's pretty stupid."

"I insist." The girl sat next to him.

The knight sighed- clearly, this girl, whoever she was, wasn't going to leave him alone.

"Alright." Jaune closed his eyes, exhaling deeply, before wincing, clutching his stomach. The girl tilted her head, worried.

"Are you hurt?
"That's kind of the reason I'm a little depressed, actually. I kinda got beaten up."

She was clearly taken aback. "Who would do such a thing?"
"I...kinda brought it down on myself, really." Jaune explained. "I pulled out a girl's panties from my bag.

B-before you slap me, I d-didn't know they were there, and I t-tried to explain, and they didn't believe me, and I know you do-"
"I see. They jumped to conclusions..." The girl interrupted him, frowning. "I believe you did not take the underwear on purpose.

You do not seem that type."
Jaune blushed profusely, looking away and chuckling. "Eheh...t-thanks for the compliment..."

"My name is Winter. Winter Schnee." The girl smiled warmly at him, extending her hand. "I do not believe we have met before- I am in the older class, and I have been away on a very long mission.

This is my first day back at Beacon, and I decided to take time off classes to take a rest before I return."

Jaune froze when Winter told him her name.

'W-Winter...S-Schnee? Y-you mean s-she's Weiss'...s-sister!? S-she's that Winter?!' The knight started to panic. 'T-that means...s-she has to know about the panty thing, right?

I'm going to die here. This is it, I'm going to die. She's probably going to freeze me to death for perving on her little sis...t-this can't get any worse-'

"And from your account, you must be the boy who my sister claims stole her underwear." Winter calmly deduced, stopping the knight dead in his tracks.

"I-I..."

"...do not worry." Winter chuckled briefly. "I am not going to hurt you. I don't believe you stole her underwear, after all. It must be some sort of prank."

'Oh Dust...d-did she just...forgive me? I'm taking it.'

"Y-yeah! Of course!" The knight hastily responded, his voice stuttering. "I mean, t-there's no way I'd sneak into your sister's room and do something like that, I mean, that'd be pretty perverted-!"

Winter giggled slightly, covering her mouth. "You seem nervous."

"O-of course, yeah-wait, wait, I'm being so rude! I'm sorry! I-I'm...I'm Jaune Arc! I'm in Class One!" Jaune hastily shook her hand with a firm grip. "I-I'm really sorry for bothering your sister, M-Miss Schnee!"

"No need to worry. You are not in trouble." The lady explained, still smiling. "I would also ask you to call me Winter, but I fear I am also accustomed to referring to others by their titles, Mister Arc." She laughed. "I am a...an animal of habits? Is that the word for it?"

"C-creature."

"Oh. Forgive me." Winter looked slightly embarrassed. "I am unfamiliar with commoner expressions, but I have been making an effort to use them to be easier to understand..."

"I-it's alright...w-wait, are you sure you're not mad that I-"
"If you truly were not at fault, then I believe you. You seem very trustworthy, Mister Arc. However, what intrigues me is how her underwear got into your bag in the first place."

Jaune froze for the umpteenth time that day.

'C-crap. I can't tell her that some voice in my head put that thing in my bag! I'll sound insane, even if she is pretty nice...

I'll just have to go with the prank explanation. She won't believe me about the voice, no way.'

"It must've been a prank, like you said! I mean, I have a pretty crazy roommate or two..." Jaune explained, laughing nervously.

"Curious...Weiss' closet was locked tightly and unopened when she went back to her room this morning...but no matter." Winter exhaled briefly, and Jaune had to close his eyes to not draw his eyes towards her chest.

'She might be right about me being a p-pervert...I-I can't stop myself from staring...'

"S-shouldn't you be getting along now?" Jaune inquired hopefully. Winter frowned, beginning to get up.

"Do you not wish to talk to me? I will...leave you alone, if that is the case-"
The knight shook his head hastily. "N-no, it's just that you seemed like you were going to go somewhere and it seemed like I was distracting you. I mean, I don't want to keep you, you probably have a lot of things to do as an older Huntress-in-training..."
"One might be mistaken." Winter calmly stated. "However, I must check on my own dorm. I have had it fumigated and I must ensure the sheets have been returned.

Thank you for reminding me, Mister Arc."

Though her voice had not changed, Jaune had noticed the warmth in it had gone briefly when she'd spoken, as if she had suddenly been reminded of something undesirable.

The lady stood up. "Perhaps we may meet later, Mister Arc? It was interesting, speaking to you."
"Yeah, of course! We could, um, talk over breakfast!" Jaune laughed. "I mean, that's kinda my hidden talent, you could say, conversation!

They don't call me Smooth Jauney for nothing."

"Smooth Jauney." Winter giggled. "That sounds amusing-"

His vision suddenly clouded. Jaune's eyes widened in terror as realisation dawned upon his face. The familiar red-and-blue decision boxes surrounded him and blocked out his vision, taunting him with the utter sadism within them. He knew what was coming now, but it still horrified him.

"Choose."

'No. No no no no no!' Jaune shook his head in terror, as he realised the voice had come back. 'Come on! I just got her to like me! Please-'

"You may stand and stumble with your face pressed into Winter's chest and your nose bleeding, like a pervert. Or you may slide face-up between her legs, looking between her legs with your nose bleeding and drool streaming from your mouth, like a stalker." The voice intoned, again with a vague sense of amusement- perhaps at the absurd choices it tormented him with.

'...I-I can't...'

More pain shot through his temples. Jaune winced- at least this time, the pain wasn't as bad, or perhaps he had been desensitized by the earlier incidents.

"Plant your face into her chest and have a nosebleed like a pervert, or slide between her legs and drool with your nose bleeding, like a stalker. Choose."

'Dammit, that smarts! At least I can pass off the first one as an accident...' Jaune closed his eyes, shuddering.

'I'm sorry, Winter, I really am... Choice One, if you must...'

The boxes disappeared, and Winter was within his vision again. She looked concerned.

"Mister Arc?" The lady inquired, holding her finger to her lip curiously. "Are you alright?"
"I am. I just-wah!" Jaune stood up before slipping and stumbling forward, his face landing perfectly in the center of Winter's large chest.

It was a snug fit. Quite warm, too, and pretty soft.

'...it's really...warm in here..kinda squish-w-wait, why am I thinking like this? Dammit, now I'm turning into one of those perverted anime heroes who actually steal panties and stuff...'

The knight felt a wetness stream from his nose, as he quickly wrenched himself from Winter's bosom, pinching his nose to stem the bleeding.

"G-gah! I am sorry, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to do that-"
"Oh my. Your nose is bleeding...perhaps you should get that checked with the nurse." Winter frowned, tilting her head.

"Y-you're not mad?"
"It was only an accident. You did not, surely, enjoy that, yes?" Winter inquired, blinking innocently.

"No! I-I've kept you too long, I think I'll go to the nurse now! Bye!"

With that, Jaune scurried off, holding his nose closed to stem the stream of blood.


Thirty minutes later...

Jaune sighed, exiting the infirmary with a tissue stuck in his nostril, stained with blood. He'd gotten the bleeding to stop at last, with some help from the nurse.

He lied about where he'd gotten it- he said he'd hit his face with a branch. After all, to tell the truth would be far more embarrassing and incredibly humiliating.

The knight rubbed his temple, groaning.

"I'm so lucky Winter didn't utterly kill me for that..." Jaune sighed in relief. "But really, I have to find a way to get this thing off me...a curse like this, I'm bound to end up being stuck between a ton of lovestruck girls and with no way out of it..."

"Hey."

Jaune froze as Weiss' voice called across to him.

'Oh Dust no. She's definitely not going to forgive me for this. She's definitely going to murder me.'

"...y-yes, Weiss?" The knight nervously turned to face the heiress.

Her expression caught him off-guard. Her cheeks were slightly red as she looked down.

"H-hey. Jaune." Weiss sighed. "About earlier-"

"You don't need to...apologise." Weiss closed her eyes, as if the words struggled to come out. "Look...I know. You didn't steal my underwear, and...I overreacted. I shouldn't have let them beat you up.

I will...not pursue you further for that slight. You are, as people like to say, off the hook."

"I...thanks?" Jaune rubbed the back of his head, as Weiss crossed her arms, glaring at him.

"Is that not sufficient reassurance? Are you not satisfied that I admitted I was wrong?"

Jaune waved his hands around, shaking his head. "N-no! It's not that!"

Weiss huffed irritably. "I did tell you I wouldn't let anyone else beat you up for stealing my underwear...no matter how suspicious you would be for it.

I don't know how it got into your bag, but I will find out. And if I find out it was you-"

Jaune swallowed nervously, knowing that Weiss would never find the culprit, not from what he knew Winter found. "G-good to know. I hope you find him!

"...you will help me find him." The heiress declared. "But...I will ensure you aren't pursued for that."

She turned away, crossing her arms and sighing irritably. "Were you injured?"

"No, thankfully." Jaune sighed in relief. "I'm fine. Just a little bruising, really."
"And your nose?"

"I tripped and hit a branch." The knight explained tersely. He'd practiced the excuse a couple of times, so Pyrrha wouldn't have to worry. He didn't want her to worry about him, after all.

Weiss crossed her arms, huffing irritably. "Well, good. It's good to see you're not badly injured, so...get going then!

Q-quit staring at me! I'm not blushing like one of those women who can't make their mind up!"
Jaune shook his head, exasperated. "I-I'm not staring at you!"

"Gah. You sound like a complete moron right now. Just...just go back to your dorm before I change my mind..." Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose, growling and walking off.

She muttered something about morons under her breath before heading around the corner. Jaune wiped his brow in relief.

"Thank Dust...I really thought I was roasted there..." The knight felt his breath speed up as he walked off, his sides and nose sore.

"I'm going to go back to my dorm before something else stupid happens or that choice comes back and makes me do something worse..."

...

At long last, the knight made his way back to his dorm, opening the door wearily and slipping in, dumping his bag near his bed and sitting down on it, wiping his brow.

"So, I get cursed by Dust-knows-what, I now look like a complete pervert to the whole class, I met Weiss' sister, and Weiss just promised she wouldn't kill me for it.

I honestly don't even know what to think."

He closed his eyes, rubbing his head and lying down to rest his head.

"I guess I should probably say I hope it's just a dream or something cliche like that. Judging by the way my day's gone, I've probably stumbled into some anime.

Tomorrow, I'm doing research into it. I'm going to figure out what's going on and-"

Suddenly, the dorm's door burst open with a bang, shocking Jaune into standing up and looking at the intruder.

"Heeeellooooooo everyone!" Nora boomed into the room cheerily, stretching her arms. "The Queen is BACK IN THE BUILDING!"

"Hey, Nora." Jaune waved at her tiredly, silently relieved it wasn't someone like Professor Goodwitch hunting him down for the incident earlier. "How was your day?"
"I got to play with Edgar!" Nora pumped her fist, still yelling as she skipped to his side, giggling to herself. "Isn't life just fun?"

"Yeah. You could say that." The knight closed his eyes. "Hey, Nora, do you mind keeping it down a little?"
"Huh?"
"I have a little headache and I'm trying not to make my nosebleed worse here." Jaune explained sheepishly. "...so, ye-"

"Choose."

'Oh hell no.'

"Join in with Nora's madness, yelling and raising chaos like a madman, or try and pick her up, raising her to the ceiling like a ballet dancer."

Jaune groaned resignedly, as a realisation dawned upon him.

This was only the beginning.


And so, our lovely knight ends his first day of living with Absolute Choice. He's dealt with it splendidly, by all accounts. Most others would have been met with a terrible fate, as some like to say it. Perhaps he shall rise well to the challenge!

Or, most likely, he'll collapse and go insane. The possibility of choice is a very interesting one indeed.

Now, to our lovely readers, I must too present an Absolute Choice.

Your first choice, is to keep reading this repulsively amusing tale.

Your second, to keep following this story and reading.

Your poison is yours to pick, so to speak, so pick wisely~


END


DISCLAIMER: RWBY doesn't belong to me, otherwise Winter would be the exact polar opposite of Weiss (kind-hearted outright, fire powers, tall and very large chested).

NouCome belongs to Takeru Kasukabe.

Well, Winter's in the story now, and this is just the beginning. It won't be all that long- it'll probably be finished within fifty chapters, if we're in luck, but I hope you guys stay for the ride!

So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, criticisms, suggestions, thoughts and reviews, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!