During her last year of college, Ruby and Oscar had grown close. Very close.

Thanks to Ruby, Oscar had been able to open up, relax, and enjoy the rollercoaster that was college life. They did every manner of crazy things together and shared their fair amount of detention. She saw him experience his first brutal party, helped him through his first hangover, and together they made dozens of memories.

When it was time for Ruby to take the plane to Mistral, Oscar was there, along her friends and family to see her off. It saddened her a little that their time together was short, but she was confident he would be ok, and that they would see each other again.

Oscar said goodbye to Ruby with a tight hug and a tear in his eye, and she had trouble keeping up the facade of bittersweet cheerfulness. During the flight, she couldn't help but think that despite knowing him for such a short time, Oscar was without a doubt one of the best friends she had made during her time at Beacon. And maybe, juuust maybe, a small part of her had a tiny crush on him.

Ok, maybe not that tiny, as she would realize later.

Four years of seminary came and left, and Ruby Rose returned to Beacon as the youngest teacher in its history at the age of 22. It seemed that fate took a liking to her clumsiness, for she and Oscar found each other just as they had so long ago when they first met; with an epic and brutal crash.

She was running late, again, and on her first day no less. As she was making her way to her classroom, she turned sharply on a corner and immediately crashed into something solid. She would have fallen to the ground, if a pair of strong yet gentle hands hadn't caught her in time. She looked up to meet a very familiar pair of hazel eyes, that looked at her confused before widening in recognition.

"Ruby? Is that you?" The one who caught her asked in a deeper voice than she remembered.

"Who are…" She begun to ask, then it hit her like a brick. "OSCAR!?"

The boy, well man now apparently, ducked his head in embarrassment, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

Indeed, his grown spurt had hit him like a train. A train on steroids. A train on steroids that was a heavyweight boxing champion and won every single combat with a clean KO. The short boy she met four years ago wasn't a boy anymore, or short. In the past, she stood a few inches taller than him, and constantly teased him for that. Now, he was a full head taller than her, his baby fat was gone and his body had become lean and strong like a rope.

Oscar Pine stood in front of her not as the cute boy she knew, but as a handsome young man, she could practically feel her cheeks burning.

Before she could fully process it, she was enveloped in a hug, and she realized one thing: the solid thing she crashed with? His fucking, solid, warm chest. If she wasn't blushing before, now she definitely was.

"I can't believe it's really you!" Oscar exclaimed positively ecstatic. Then he stepped back to take a full look at her, eyes scanning her form up and down. "Wow, you really have grown." He said with a smile.

"W-well, you have grown too!" She said after successfully rebooting her brain while trying not to stare at his body, choosing to focus on his eyes instead. It wasn't too hard; she had always thought his eyes were beautiful.

"So you're finally back?"

"Yeah! You may now officially refer to me as Miss Rose." She said with an air of smugness and a flourish of her hand, the showmanship an attempt to hide her flustered nervousness.

"Good for you. You're also a lot prettier since I last saw you." Her thoughts, brain, and possibly heart positively screeched to a halt.

'He thinks I'm pretty. Ok, calm down calm down calm-HOLY SHIT HE THINKS I'M PRETTY WHAT DO I DO?'

"Uh-uh- t-thanks." She stuttered. By this point, one could fry an egg on her face. He smiled at her and she made a second realization; his former adorable crooked smiled had been replaced by a positively charming one. It was a miracle her knees didn't gave up on her.

"We should get together some time. To catch up you know?"

"Y-yeah, that would be neat. I would love to get together with you." She said with a smile. She froze again.

'…THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANTED TO SAY!'

"Great!" he said, apparently unaware of what she meant. "I'll give you a call later, we both should get to class. See ya!" With that he walked away while waving at her.

She's not entirely sure how he managed to tear her eyes away from his just-right broad shoulders and strong back, but the next thing she knew, she was already in her classroom, her student staring at her in anticipation. Hopefully that would keep her mind away from the gorgeous man she had just encountered.

'Wait, did I just thought he was gorgeous?' She groaned silently, this was going to be a long day. She prayed the next few days would be if only a little bit easier.

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Turns out, they weren't.

For some reason, every time they met she became a mess. After their meet-up for a coffee, Ruby just wasn't the same around him. She would stutter, her knees would nearly fail her, and whenever she had nothing to do she wished he was by her side, constantly thinking of him, and worst of all, she couldn't help the nasty feeling in her every time he talked to another girl. Like right now.

She was sitting in one of the many chairs in the teacher's lounge, staring out at the window and trying to relax during break. Key word being trying, for the window provided indeed a strong source of irritation.

There was Oscar, cheerfully talking with a girl, a classmate probably. Normally, Ruby had no trouble with this, he was a responsible young man, and his own person. The problem was that said girl was too little too hands-on. 'Accidentally' tripping into him so he could catch her, touching his arms one second more than necessary, poking his abs… you get the idea. Ruby had never felt the murderous urge she did right now. She didn't even know why she felt like this.

"If looks could kill …" chimed a voice behind her. She turned to see her sister Yang, an amused smirk on her face.

"What?" Ruby asked, a little too defensively.

"Please Ruby, how long are you gonna pretend you're not jelly?" This caused Ruby to blush.

"I-wha-I'm not-" She cleared her throat "I'm not jealous."

"Riiiight, then that chick must have killed Zwei from the sheer hateful glare you were giving her."

Ruby sighed heavily. "Look Yang, Oscar is just a good friend. Sure, I may have had the tiniest crush on him, but that was four years ago, I'm pretty sure I'm over-" Something through the window snatched Ruby's attention away, blurring her vision with red. "I swear to the gods if she squeezes his arm one more time…" She stopped before she could finish.

From her amused expression, Yang was clearly enjoying this too much. Ruby sighed heavily yet again.

"Even if I did like him, which I don't, he's a student and I'm a teacher, it would be extremely unprofessional."

"Uh-Huh. Keep telling yourself that, sis." Yang said before she turned back to her own work.

Ruby was sure that wasn't the end of that conversation, but Yang had decided to drop it for the time being, so that was something. She turned back to the window and her heart did several somersaults in her ribcage.

Somehow, Oscar had gotten his shirt wet and had to remove it, thus exposing a perfectly sinful toned chest and six-pack. She was pretty sure her face was tomato-red-white-hot and drool was falling down her chin.

"Hey Ruby," Yang called. When she turned, she saw the biggest shit-eating grin on her sister's face. One that Ruby knew too well, growing up with the hellion. "would you like some water?"

"…What?"

"Because you look thirsty." Ruby's groan was legendary, hiding her burning face in her hands.

'It's just a tiny infatuation it will go way, eventually… I hope.' She thought to reassure herself.

When she woke up that night after an intense wet dream starring herself and Oscar, the first of many over the next few weeks, there was only one thing on her head.

"Gods mother fucking damn it. I've got it bad, don't I?"