So someone asked this:

"I thought whenever manus transform into a claw it is black like a grimm. The last part of this chapter makes me think it is more like tukson claw or ghiras. Can you clarifies which is it?"

Sure. I might as well make it clear to everyone.
Basically, it can be both. Manus can transform Jaune's arm in any Grimm form, or any Human form. He could make a copy of Jaune's head at the end of his arm, for example, or make it into a leg. Or a Beowolf's claw.
Pretty freaky, huh? This inspired from Parasyte after all.
So Manus decided to transform only into human looking things, to avoid the risk of getting seen with a big black claw radiating of Grimm smoke.

Didn't I imply this somewhere? I must have forgotten it. Sorry about that, this is my first fic. Maybe I'll add this explanation somewhere.


"Bwah…."

So apparently getting a parasite in Jaune's arm and having his Aura unlocked did nothing for his motion sickness.

He tried to hold it together at first, but as soon as the bullhead moved he was forced to go to the toilet. Naturally, Manus was upset.

"Zone! Why are you spitting out our precious nutrients in the toilet?! Quick, eat them back!"

"Gah… No..." Jaune panted.

"Why, Zone?!"

The poor guy couldn't answer and spent the remaining of the trip in the toilets.

When the bullhead stabilized, the blonde finally let out a sigh of relief, washed his face and left the toilets he had monopolized for the whole trip.

"Such a waste." Manus groaned, still angry that Jaune vomited.

"Finally, solid ground. Wow..." Jaune whispered as he discovered the splendor of Beacon.

They had been deposited on a long, wide avenue which was leading to the main academy buildings. The avenue was marked with trees, light-poles, and benches, with a number of aqueduct-like features and arches.

It was impressive for a school. The dream of any student, and-

"Of course I'm happy with Crescent Rose!"

Something heavy hit Jaune on the back of his head as he was admiring the landscape, interrupting his thinking. He fell on the ground, a sharp pain surging in his skull.

"Aouch..." He rubbed his head and looked up to see who had hit him, as Manus prepared to strike an eventual enemy.

"Ah, I'm so sorry!"

A red-caped brunette with unmistakable silver eyes looked down at him, wielding an over-sized battle scythe. It was Yang's sister who jaune had bumped into from last time.

And next to her was Yang herself.

Well, there was only one thing to do in this situation.

Jaune ran for his life.

"Ah, wait!"

He didn't wait. He fled as fast as he could into the sea of people. When he felt he had lost them, he stopped.

"They're here, Manus. They're students like me!" he freaked out.

"I know." he nodded, his tone grave. "Should we find a quiet spot to kill them?"

"W-what? No!" Jaune shook his hand, trying to put some sense into it.

"Then what?" Manus asked.

"We avoid them for now. Then we confront the blonde one when there's a teacher around, preferably." Jaune mused. "That way, even if she gets angry, there will be someone to stop her. We should do it when she's not with her sister… Did you see that scythe?!"

"And her eyes!" Manus's eye widened in his palm at the memory. "So scary, like she's going to wipe us out at any moment!"

"Uh… Yeah…?" Jaune had never seen Manus get so emotional, but for once they felt the same so he wasn't going to question it.

"Anyway, we should probably head where everyone was going." Jaune decided as he looked around, there weren't many people around anymore. The crowd had quickly dissipated, entering the large gates at the end of the avenue.

Booom!

"What was that?" Jaune wondered.

"Probably that human girl starting a fight again." Manus guessed.

They went in the direction of the sound, clearly intending to defend whoever was fighting Yang if that was really what was happening.

"Unbelievable!" They heard a voice, "This is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about!"

Jaune's breath was taken away as he discovered the white dressed girl.

She was pale skinned, with pale blue eyes, and beautiful long white hair pulled into a cute pony-tail.

Even if she had a scar on her left eye, that only made her more incredible in Jaune's eyes.

She wore a white -or was it light blue? - thigh-length strapless dress, which could be called a combat skirt.

Radiating an elegant aura, even when angry, he could see her gestures were precise and delicate.

He could probably write a couple more paragraphs describing her, but let's cut it short.

She was apparently arguing with… Yang's sister.

"Y-you again!" Jaune gasped as he pointed to her.

"Eeeep!" The girl took a step back.

"Who are you? You know her?" The girl that he had probably fallen for at first sight questioned him.

"She nearly knocked me out with her scythe fifteen minutes ago," Jaune stated, approaching the two.

"Th-that was an accident too!" The scythe wielder protested.

"And her sister nearly killed me five days ago when I was without Aura!" Jaune continued mercilessly.

"Wh-what?" They both gasped.

"Oh, and did I mention she stole my sword too?"

"A-ah! That's not…" The silver-eyes girl tried to say something but was interrupted.

"What, so now you're trying to steal my dust, is that it?" The white girl shouted.

"N-no…!"

...Hm?

Why were there tears gathering in her eyes?

...Could it be, Jaune was the bad guy in this situation?

"Oh, and now you're going to cry!" The white girl crossed her arms and gave her an unimpressed look. It looked like she was posing for a magazine to Jaune. "What are you even doing here, aren't you a bit young for attending Beacon?"

That was a good point, but...

"This isn't your ordinary combat school! It's not just sparring and practice you know. We're here to fight monsters!"

"Hey, hey, hey… Let's calm down for a bit… She's really going to cry." Jaune tried to diffuse the situation. Not only did Jaune feel super bad when he made girls cry, but in addition, if Yang heard about that, she would probably reap them apart.

"Do not get fooled!" The girl warned, "It's probably fake tears to get us to forgive her!" She waved to the poor girl, "Look at her, aren't those eyes deceiving?"

Jaune looked. Those cute puppy eyes made him want to melt and apologize for everything he did. Though for some reason, they still made him uncomfortable.

...Was she really faking?

"Yes!" Manus hissed in his ear. "She's right!"

"I-I'm not crying, princess!" The other girl protested angrily. "I-I'm going to make it on my own!"

Then she ran away.

I have a bad feeling about this… If she goes to her sister…

"We should have stroked her down when she was vulnerable!" Manus hissed again in his ear.

Jaune rolled his eyes and picked up the remaining dust vials scattered on the ground. One of them was handed to him by a black haired girl with amber eyes.

"Oh, thanks."

She glared at him in disapproval and left with an elegant gait.

"Okay...?" Jaune came back to the white girl.

"Here." Jaune sighed, as he put the vials in girl's case.

"Thank you." She nodded gracefully as she closed her case.

"I'm Jaune Arc." Jaune presented himself normally, having given up on lame pick up lines due to Melanie and Militia's reactions and advice.

"Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company." She declared as she watched his reaction closely.

Hm? The SDC? Really?

So that was why she had so much dust.

Wait, heiress?

Didn't that mean she was completely out of his league?

She seemed tense and was staring at him, eyes narrowed as he didn't say anything. She probably was expecting some sort of reaction on his part.

Quick, say something, Jaune! But, no pick-up lines! No 'all you need is confidence' bullcrap.

"Uh… I like your songs?" He tried lamely.

"Thank you." She nodded again with natural grace. Apparently, he passed some sort of test and she relaxed as a result.

"So, that girl… Did she pick a fight with you?" Jaune asked eventually, to make some conversation.

She let out a cute little sound of frustration. "Ah, unbelievable! First, she knocks my suitcases around, scattering all these expensive vials of dust crystals, and then she made it explode on me! If I didn't engage my Aura on reflex I could have been gravely injured! And then she has the nerve to talk back to me?!"

"… I like this human, Zone." Manus whispered in his ear.

Jaune nodded along as he admired her rant, even if he felt the silver eyed girl wasn't all that bad really.

"...and then you showed up." She finished. "What you claimed before, is it true?"

"That she nearly knocked me out on the cliff? Yeah, she deployed her huge weapon even though there were lots of people around. She was bound to hit someone with that over-sized scythe. Though I guess it was an accident, it probably wasn't intentional. She must feel bad about it."

Jaune surely did feel bad about talking in their backs like that, so he tried to save what he could. He ended up starting do defend Yang's sister.

Aaah.

He was really too weak against crying girls.

"I see, so she's even causing trouble to others!" She frowned, shaking her head like she couldn't understand these types of people.

"She was with her sister. Watch out for her," Jaune warned, "She's rather tall with blonde hair and lilac eyes that turn red when she's angry. She's the real danger."

"Is she really that aggressive?"

Jaune didn't feel bad about talking trash about that brute though. So he told her everything.

"Yes... Five days ago she nearly killed me when I was without Aura! She even destroyed several pieces of my armor and cracked one of my ribs! And then she took my sword before I could pick it up...She's very strong."

Even though he didn't like to portray himself as weak in front of Weiss, he felt it necessary that she knew just what danger Yang represented.

"I see, thank you for the notice. To attack you even though you were out of Aura... How barbaric!"

Well, actually, his Aura wasn't even unlocked, but Jaune didn't correct her. Being out of Aura and not having your Aura unlocked was the same thing.

Probably.

She glanced at his chest. "Are you going to be fine with your cracked rib? Initiation is tomorrow."

"Yes, I have very large Aura reserves so it healed very quickly." Jaune waved it off. That seemed to spark her interest for some reason. "It is still a bit sensitive," He admitted as he poked his chest carefully with a finger, "but I think I'll get through Initiation regardless." Whatever Initiation was. "Thanks for your concern."

"It is only natural," She nodded automatically, "Still, five days? You probably set a new record for healing that kind of injury so fast." she remarked, appreciative. "If we don't count healing semblances, that is. We should go now if we don't wish to miss the Headmaster's speech."

"Ah, you're right."

Jaune picked up one her cases before they started walking together to the amphitheater. Jaune felt happy he was able to bond with Weiss, while Manus apparently approved of a human who disliked the silver-eyed girl.

They were the last to enter. Jaune immediately felt some killing intent on him and easily spotted Yang glaring at them. Her sister probably told her everything.

"Let's not make a scene," Jaune suggested when Weiss started going towards her. "She's probably angry that we made her sister cry."

She turned to raise an unimpressed eyebrow at him before she noticed something behind him.

"Pyrrha!" She called, walking to a red-haired girl with green eyes. "What a pleasant surprise, I thought you were going to Haven Academy?"

"Hello, Weiss," She smiled awkwardly. "The pleasure is mutual..." She wasn't showing it. "I thought you were attending Atlas yourself."

"I preferred trying Beacon." Weiss grinned excitedly. They were probably friends. "It is the best school of the four kingdoms, and I sought more… freedom than what Atlas offered. What about you?"

"I came here for the same reasons," Pyrrha laughed, scratching her head, before turning to Jaune. "and this is…?"

"Oh, of course, I'm sorry." She seemed to remember Jaune's presence. "Jaune, this is Pyrrha Nikos. She graduated top of her class at Sanctum."

Sanctum?

"One of Mistral's best combat school," Manus whispered in Jaune's ear.

"Oh, wow, that's impressive! So you're basically one of the best fighters of Mistral?" Jaune praised, eyes widened.

She looked away awkwardly. "Well, I'm not that..."

"Yes, she's won the Mistral Regional Tournament four years in a row, a new record!" Weiss nodded.

"Really?!" Jaune gasped.

What the... First the SDC heiress, now a four-time champion?! Who was next?

Were there really so many amazing people trying attending Beacon?

Honestly, he felt a bit out of place now, faking his transcripts and all.

"Well… yes..." Pyrrha looked down and smiled awkwardly again.

Hm?

That awkward smile, that forced smile, had he not seen it somewhere before?

"Wait… You're also on the front of the Pumpkin Pete's cereal box, aren't you!" Jaune finally recognized. "They only do that for star athletes and cartoon characters!"

Pyrrha sighed. "Yes, that was kinda cool… But, the cereal isn't very healthy."

"I thought so too," Manus commented in Jaune's ear.

"And, Pyrrha, this is Jaune Arc…" Weiss continued with the introductions, "from, uh..."

"From Vale. I didn't go to a combat school." Jaune specified when he saw her hesitating.

"What? How can you go be in Beacon then?" Pyrrha asked, surprised.

"I met a Huntsman, he wrote a letter of recommendation." Jaune shrugged.

It was best to get his story out there as soon as possible. That would give him an excuse for sucking so much at fighting.

"Really? You must be very strong to catch his attention, then?" Weiss questioned, interested.

What? No, no, no, it was the reverse!

"Ah, I suppose I am strong, yes," he reluctantly admitted. His arm was at the very least, "but my sword technique and martial arts aren't good since I didn't learn from a combat school." Jaune blushed, a beat embarrassed by admitting his weaknesses to these two amazing girls.

He didn't deserve all that praise. There had been no Huntsman recommending him. He felt a bit guilty about that.

"I see, he probably recommended you because of your physical prowess and large Aura reserves then." Weiss deducted, eyeing him with an analytic gaze.

"You make me sound like a dumb brute." Jaune protested, making Pyrrha giggle.

"Are you not?" Weiss teased with a little smirk.

"No! I mean, at the very least I'm not ignorant." Thank you, Manus, for all your knowledge.

"Hmmm..."

"Ahem." The headmaster's voice resonated in the amphitheater. "I'll… keep this brief."

Ozpin was a middle-aged man with silver hair and brown eyes. He wore small glasses on his nose and had a cane in his hands, though he didn't look like he supported his weight on it. He seemed a lot younger than what Jaune had imagined.

"You have traveled here in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction."

"I don't like him." Manus decided. Jaune ignored him.

"...assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you, to take the first step."

He stepped back, letting a blonde haired, stern looking woman follow up.

"What a useless speech," Manus commented.

"Maybe for you," Jaune muttered, shrugging.

"You will gather in the ballroom tonight." The deputy declared.

Ballroom?

"Tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed."

"They're going to organize balls?" Jaune wondered. He was pretty good at dancing.

"That's what you remember of the speech? I'm going to sort my cases." Weiss scoffed and left them.

"Well… I'll see you tomorrow, Jaune. It was nice meeting you." Pyrrha smiled.

"Yes, see you tomorrow." He waved, still observing the headmaster. There was something off about him.

"We shouldn't stay behind too much," Manus recommended. "We don't want to stand out."

"Right…" Jaune nodded and headed for the ballroom.


Ah... What a wonderful idea it was to make everyone sleep together in one big room.

And by wonderful, he meant terrible.

That's right. Boys and girls in the same room.

That meant Yang was in the room, glaring daggers at him. Fortunately, her sister had kept her from picking a fight with him.

He was probably wrong about the red girl. So far, everything she had been involved in was an accident, and she had never been truly antagonistic towards him. He didn't know why she had made him so uncomfortable.

Her sister, however…

If she threw the first punch, he would fight back with all his strength, unleashing all his spite against that brute. And then he'd get back his Crocea Mors.

Jaune narrowed his eyes when said brute threw a pillow at him. Manus caught it in a flash and violently reaped it apart on reflex. A few people gaped at him as feathers scattered around him, and Yang narrowed her eyes at the challenge, so he quickly moved away to set up his sleeping bag.

"Don't just stab everything like that." Jaune hissed at Manus.

"Sorry, Zone." He apologized. "There are so many Huntsmen around, I am a bit tense."

That was understandable for a Grimm, Jaune supposed. "Just don't hurt other people."

After setting up his bags, and getting into his super cool onesie, He laid down on his mattress.

"What do you think they will make us do for Initiation, Zone?" Manus asked.

As expected of Manus, he was always thinking down to earth.

"If it's theoretical knowledge, I'll rely on you," Jaune said without any shame.

"Yes, but I don't think they're going to do that."

"What then? A physical exam?"

"More like an expedition. Huntsmen do a lot of these from what I've read, and it'll cover everything we're supposed to know."

"What about teams then? I hope we end up with Weiss." He muttered dreamily before grimacing, "And not Yang."

"Me too." He nodded. "But your interest in this white human heiress seems a bit exaggerated, Zone. I suppose she could be useful to us, but..."

"It's not just interest." Jaune cut him. "It's… I think I like her."

"Like, Zone?"

"Something Grimm will never understand." Jaune sighed, but still tried to explain. "It's a human feeling. Basically, I want to be with her, I want to talk to her, I want her to be happy, more than anything. More than myself being happy."

"But why, Zone?"

"No reason?"

"No reason?!"

"No reason," Jaune confirmed happily. "Or rather, just because I like her. But I'm still not entirely sure."

"...How can you not be sure, Zone?"

"I don't know," Jaune replied honestly. "Human feelings are confusing, even to humans."

As Manus was thinking confusedly, trying to find a logical reason to this 'like', the sounds of a fight came to Jaune's ears. He looked into the noise's direction, already guessing the actors.

Yang was fighting with her sister.

That made Jaune a bit angry. How could she, her own family…?

Wait, no, it seemed to be more of a sibling fight. Otherwise, the poor silver-eyed girl would have been obliterated.

Calm down Jaune.

Still, couldn't they see some people were trying to explain love to a Grimm?

"Quiet!" He finally snapped and threw a pillow at them.

"Shut up, pervert!" Yang shouted back.

"What was that?!" Jaune rose to his feet, only to receive a pillow in the face, followed by another, and another…

"Y-Yang, stop!" Her sister tried to stop her.

Jaune groaned angrily and grabbed another big pillow, throwing it at Yang with Manus's strength.

It hit her hard, and she fell down under its weight.

"Haha!" Jaune laughed at her, proud of himself.

Hm?

Hard, fell, weight?

That wasn't what a pillow should do.

Jaune gasped as he realized he had basically thrown a fellow comrade of his at her.

Because he threw him with his right arm, he didn't feel his strength?

He was a pink-eyed guy with black hair, which had a magenta streak.

He rubbed his head, groaning something under his breath as he got off Yang. He seemed to take it rather well.

"A-ah, I'm sorry," Jaune called and tried to make his way to him before he felt himself being lifted. "E-eh?" He looked down, while a pillow narrowly missed him.

It seemed an orange haired girl was lifting him up.

"No one throws Renny around but me! Pillow Fiiiiiiiight!" She yelled and threw Jaune at the other side of the room.

He nearly crashed into Yang, but fortunately, she side-stepped and let him crash into a black haired girl instead. It was the one who had sent him a disapproving look earlier, she had been reading a book behind Yang.

She hissed like a cat when her book got crumpled, pushing him off with all her strength.

"What in the world is going on here?!" Weiss arrived at this moment in the chaos, causing another pillow to be thrown at her, while the orange-haired girl was still firing her own pillows like a Gatling gun into the mess from the other side of the room.

Jaune stumbled back to his feet, preparing his response when Manus suddenly moved in a flash and reaped another pillow apart in mid-air. Then he held back Yang at a distance when she tried to suffocate him with a pillow.

Jaune felt the strength of his arm increase, preparing a well-deserved punch in her red-eyed face. Jaune could only approve.

"What is going on here!" The deputy headmistress, Miss Goodwitch, roared at the scene at this moment.

Everyone froze as she came into the room. Yang and Jaune stopped moving in an awkward position, Yang immobilized in her attempt to suffocate Jaune who was preparing to throw a punch himself.

As she stepped into the ballroom, she was hit by the last pillow flying around in her face.

There was complete silence in the room as she stood there rigidly while the pillow slowly peeled off, revealing an angry woman with a death glare behind her messed up glasses. When the pillow fell on the ground, making a little sound in the deafening silence, it was like someone's execution was sealed.

"Who. Threw. That." A demonic sound came out of her mouth.

Everyone pointed at each other.

Mrs. Goodwitch's eye twitched.

She pointed her crop to Jaune, and he suddenly felt something raising him in the hair. "E-eh? Why me?!"

"Woaaah!" Someone else cried.

"Eeeeh?!" Another panicked.

She was actually lifting every actor of the fight in the air, guiding them in the corridor with their sleeping bags.

"You will all sleep here, in this corridor, without mattresses. Any more trouble and I will not be so forgiving. Am I clear?"

We nodded together in sync.

"Good. Now, sleep."

'Or else I will make you meet your demise in the most painful way possible' went unsaid, but we understood the message all the same.

Scary.

Jaune looked around as the intimidating woman walked away.

Seven people were going to sleep in the corridor tonight.

These person were Jaune himself, Yang, her silver-eyed sister, Weiss, the pink-eyed guy that Jaune threw, the orange haired girl that threw Jaune, and the cat girl with her crumpled book.

Hm? Ah, no, she was actually wearing a bow. Somehow he thought they were cat ears.

"Unbelievable…" Weiss hissed as she settled on the hard floor next to Jaune, albeit with a minimal distance of a couple meters. "This is exactly what you warned me about! I can't believe this happened!"

Shame spread in Jaune's heart. He felt guilty. He was the one who started the fight. He was the one responsible for making them all sleep on the hard ground. Why didn't he raise his hand when Miss Goodwitch asked? Why had he let his emotions get the best of him like that?

"I'm sorry, It was my fault too," Jaune admitted, and Weiss scowled even more. "I should probably apologize to him too." He nodded towards the pink-eyed boy.

She stayed silent and grabbed her bag to sleep further away from him, against the wall. She was angry. That made Jaune sad and even more ashamed.

Well… Maybe she took her distance because of his onesie. Tukson did say it was horrible.

No, it was completely his fault that they slept outside tonight. She was angry because of that. He should fully take the blame for it.

He let her lay down by herself, and walked to the pink-eyed guy away from the two of them.

"I'm very sorry." Jaune apologized when he reached him. "I thought you were a pillow, and I just didn't notice my strength… I'm so sorry," he repeated again, ashamed.

He smiled reassuringly. "Apology accepted. I'm used to it. I have a friend who is exactly like that and should say that every day." He nodded to his friend.

"I'm NORAAAA…!"

"Shht, Nora, Miss Goodwitch will come back." Ren lectured her. They seemed very close to each other. "You shouldn't have screamed like that in the ballroom."

"Aw, I'm sorry Renny… but I couldn't pass up the chance to have our first legendary pillow fight with our future classmates!"

"Anyway… I'm Lie Ren." The pink-eyed guy said. "This is Nora Valkyrie. I'm sorry she has thrown you like that."

"It's all right." Shouldn't she be the one apologizing for that? Whatever. "I was the first to do it. I deserved it." Jaune smiled, embarrassed. "I'm Jaune. Nice to meet you both."

"Yeah, well next time, I'll be the first to throw someone! So you better be ready!" Nora grinned as she punched Jaune shoulder lightly several times.

Manus caught her hand after a few times.

"W-well, I'll see you tomorrow." Jaune gave an awkward grin, leaving them.

It seemed Manus was pissed at Nora. Well, she did throw Jaune around.

"That human with pink eyes was weird, Zone." Manus groaned. "I couldn't sense any negative emotions from him at all."

"Is that so bad?" Jaune frowned.

"It just makes me uncomfortable."

For a moment, Jaune stopped and considered apologizing to Yang and her sister, or the other girl who was reading, but thought better of it. It really didn't seem like they were in the mood right now.

Jaune sighed and went back to his sleeping back, settling down on it rather than in it.

"I can't read tonight…"Manus groaned, looking enviously at the black-haired girl reading on the other side of the corridor with a discreet eye.

"Don't you dare." Jaune hissed at him.

"Did you say something?" Weiss sked from her bag a few meters away, her eyes just reaching out. It was hiding the lower part of her face, and made her look like she was peeking out from her sleeping bag. It was very cute.

"Nothing. Just, uh, good night." Jaune said awkwardly.

She huffed and didn't answer, turning the other way, which made Jaune feel sad again. He probably lost all the good points he had previously gained in her book.

As he was thinking, he heard something land near his sleeping bag.

Hm? What was that?

It was a paper plane. Jaune picked it up and looked around curiously.

Yang's sister was staring at him with her silver-eyes, nodding with an encouraging smile.

Hesitantly, Jaune unfolded the paper. A message was written on it.

I am sorry about everything me and my sister did.
I have your sword in my locker.
I think this is all a big misunderstanding. Please come talk to us tomorrow?

Ruby

Jaune's eyes narrowed. A misunderstanding? About what? Yang beating him up when he was without Aura?

No, no, but that really happened, you know.

She continued to fight even when Jaune apologized and explained things to her, you know.

She even took Crocea Mors away, after breaking Jaune's armor and body without any shame, you know.

There was nothing to misunderstand here.

Still, Jaune had to grudgingly admit, the thought of getting back Crocea Mors filled him with joy. It was enough to send a grateful smile to Ruby, who smiled back happily.

She, at the very least, was not like Yang. She was just a bit clumsy, it reminded him of his dear little sister.

"It's obviously a trap, Zone." His right hand whispered.

… Goddammit, Manus.


Done. I reused some lines from the show because there wasn't any real reason not to. Some events happen the same way until they don't.

Edit: Disclaimer: I don't hate Yang and Ruby. Don't worry.