In the morning, Weiss couldn't find the energy to get out of bed. Her hand hurt, she had a massive headache, she felt a bit nauseous, and her usual motivation to get up and get out of bed that day was at an all time low. She barely got any sleep last night, and was thankful that it was a saturday and that she didn't have to work that morning. If it wasn't the case, she would've been in trouble with her job, that much she definitely knew.
Looking over at the clock, she saw that it was 10:30 in the morning. Normally on weekends she was up by 9 and doing something to occupy her time. Based off of what happened last night though, she could tell that today was not going to be a good day for her. Which is why she wanted to sleep in to begin with. It wasn't until she started to hear talking in the living room of her and Yang's shared apartment, did she finally crawl out of bed and get into a change of clothes.
From what she heard so far, it sounded like Yang had calmed down a bit, but Weiss assumed it was because of the hangover the blonde must've been going through. It was still noticeable that Yang was upset over something, but the fact that she wasn't a fiery ball of rage was one thing that worked in Weiss' favor. Though she didn't know the specifics of who Yang was talking with, she could only assume that Ruby and Blake had stayed overnight and crashed on the couch with the idea that they would talk to Yang in the morning.
Once Weiss was dressed in something clean, she walked out of her room, not bothering to change the way she looked, and made her way over to where they kept the medicine. She looked miserable, and by the way that Ruby, Blake and Yang turned to her and remained silent, just watching her, she could see that her miserableness was showing. When Weiss walked into the bathroom, she looked in the mirror and saw just how badly she looked. Her hair was completely disheveled, there were noticeable dark bags underneath her eyes, which she could barely keep open to begin with, and there was a fine layer of sweat across her brow. Despite all of that though, Weiss really didn't care and simply pulled the medicine she was looking for out of the cabinet, before taking some to cure her headache and the pain in her hand.
After she swallowed the medicine, Weiss walked back out of the bathroom and into the living room, eventually turning towards her room so she could sit down in there and feel miserable, without people taking too much notice of her. She looked towards the front door, which had some small blood stains on the floor of the carpet in front of it from the night before. Everything seemed to just remind her that she was feeling miserable that day and would rather be alone.
Before she could return to the confines of her own room however, a voice called out to her that froze her solid.
"We need to talk," Yang had said right before Weiss could put her hand on the door. Weiss didn't want to deal with any of this at the moment, but it was impossible to avoid it.
So, Weiss simply turned around and waited for Yang to say something. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Yang finally spoke up, picking up on the idea that she needed to start the conversation.
"I'm not gonna assume that you intentionally tried to sabotage my night, but I wanted to say that what you did, whether intentional or not, it ruined the fun I was having, and the plans that were going to happen after we had gotten back," Yang had said.
"Yang, you and I both know that what you were planning wasn't going to end the way you expected it to," Ruby cut in. "You know exactly what she would've done, and I'm sorry, but I don't see why you should get mad at Weiss over this."
"You don't know that Rubes," Yang argued. "For all we know things could have gone exactly the way that I believed they would."
Now it was Blake's turn to cut in. "Why do you keep fixating on this girl when you know deep down that she is just going to betray you again? What's the point to all of this?"
"That won't happen!" Yang started to yell. Weiss knew that despite the hangover Yang must've been going through, she wasn't feeling it at the moment. "She won't betray me again, I just know it! But now I can't do anything to prove that I'm right because Weiss over here went and ruined all of the fun we were having last night."
"Yeah, like bar hopping and watching you get hammered while playing chauffeur was exactly what Weiss wanted to do with her night last night," Blake countered.
"We were having fun, Weiss included," Yang said. "Right Weiss?"
When she got the question, Weiss felt caught in a bad situation. On the one side, she could lie and make Yang feel better, possibly lessening the anger she had towards her. But if she told the truth, then she would show Yang that she didn't have a good night, and possibly put things into perspective for the blonde. After taking a few seconds to think of things, as well as look between the glances that she got from Ruby, Blake and Yang, she made a decision.
"I'm going back to my room," Weiss said, turning to go back into her room.
Before she could, she felt a hand grasp her wrist and pull it upward. It just so happened to be the wrist that she had cut open last night, and so it hurt with the sudden grasp and movement.
"Oh no you don't, you're gonna tell me exactly whether..." Yang, the one who grabbed Weiss' wrist, noticed the bandages on her hand, throwing her train of thought off track. "What happened to your hand?" Yang had asked Weiss in a low tone, curious as to whether it happened during last night.
"It's nothing," Weiss replied, dismissing the real answer to Yang's question. "Just tripped and scraped my hand up pretty badly."
"Bullshit!"
Both Yang and Weiss turned to see Blake standing up defiantly, the expression she wore full of frustration. "You and I both know that's a load of crap, so go ahead and tell her the real reason why your hand is bandaged up."
"Blake, please," Weiss pleaded softly, hoping to just put it to rest.
"No," Blake defied. "Weiss, last night you said that if it came up, then you wouldn't lie about it. So, stop trying to play it off as nothing, when it's anything but!"
That was the last straw, the one that caused Weiss to just snap. She ripped her hand out of Yang's grip, despite the jolt of pain that was sent searing through her hand, and she turned around, threw open her door and ran into her room. Slamming the door behind her and locking it, Weiss left Ruby, Blake and Yang staring at the blank wood that led to her room.
Yang didn't know what to say, she was less concerned about what Weiss did and was now more interested in trying to figure out what it was that was wrong with her roommate in the first place. Before she could even do anything though, Yang felt a hand grasp her arm.
"You need to fix this, Yang," Blake said in a low tone. "You need to go in there and let Weiss know that she can tell you the truth. And if she does, then you need to make sure that you don't get mad at her at all, because none of this is her fault, got it?"
Yang didn't even need to hear that to know what it was that she needed to do. Nodding to Blake, Yang felt her arm become released, and then she saw Blake and Ruby walk into the kitchen so that the two roommates could have a bit more privacy. After taking a deep breath, Yang knocked on the door to Weiss' room.
"Go away," Weiss shouted through the door.
"Weiss, can you please let me in?"
After a moment, Yang heard the door unlock, signalling that she could come in. Knowing that Weiss would probably need a moment, Yang waited a few seconds before opening the door to Weiss' room. Once it was opened, Yang walked in, preparing herself to work things out, like she should have in the beginning.
In the months that Weiss and Yang had known each other, Yang hadn't once stepped into Weiss' room. Yang never realized just how clean and organized Weiss' room was. From when she stepped in, she saw Weiss' desk immediately to the right, set up with an abundance of tech and who knows what. The rooms window sat right in between Weiss' desk and the bottom edge of her bed, with the head of the bed up against the rooms far wall. Aside from that, Yang finally got to see the complex paintings, the fan based posters, the Puerto Rican flag above her desk, all of the little nick knacks that hung around the walls, adding personality to what would normally be a blank room.
That singular moment caused Yang to realize one very important thing, she didn't know Weiss anywhere near where she thought she did, in fact she really didn't know Weiss at all. In that moment of realization, Yang couldn't help but blame herself for this lack of knowing about her roommate, the blonde figuring that she could have easily done more to learn about the white haired girl.
Yang's gaze finally turned to Weiss, who was laying on her bed under her covers. Yang could've swore that when she noticed Weiss in the position she was in, the girl was crying softly. That small act, that one sensation sent guilt shooting through Yang's heart, a feeling that made her so morose and pained at her own actions, that she felt as if she was about to cry herself.
"Weiss?" Yang finally spoke up as she made her way over to Weiss' bed.
"What?" Weiss said in between sobs.
"I'm sorry," Yang said, admitting to her mistakes. "I should have realized it last night, but I didn't know that you weren't having fun." Weiss looked up at Yang, ready to object to the blonde's statement, but Yang stopped her. "Please, don't lie to me and tell me what I want to hear just to make me feel better. I would rather you tell me the truth and just give me what I deserve."
Knowing that, Weiss nodded and took a few deep breaths to compose herself. "Yang, in all honesty, I didn't have any fun at all last night. I felt as if I was just being dragged along simply because I don't drink. I felt as if I was just being used as a means for you to get drunk, knowing that you could simply have me drive you home when you got smashed. The worst of it was the fact that I basically felt alone, despite having you there with me. There wasn't anyone for me to talk to, and you were off drinking, so there really wasn't anything to do either."
"What about, oh what's his name," Yang said.
"Who, Colt?" Weiss asked, earning a nod from Yang. "He doesn't exist."
When Yang gave a surprised look, Weiss took that as her cue to continue. "That's just a gag that we have going on in videos at work. Something to make a joke about whenever we get the chance."
"I'm sorry, Weiss, I really am," Yang cut in.
"It's ok, though if I were to be honest, I did stop in the middle of the street intentionally, because you were about to bang in the back seat of my car and I really didn't need to have that after the bad night I had been through leading up to that point," Weiss mentioned.
Yang, despite how mad she was about that originally, realized that she deserved it after the way she had treated Weiss in the earlier parts of the evening. She nodded, accepting the blame for the actions she had inadvertently caused.
"So, what really happened with your hand?" Yang asked, knowing she would probably get even more resistance from Weiss, but also having a good idea of what might have happened. "And please don't hold back, if it's my fault, let me know."
After hearing Yang give her the ok, Weiss sighed and took in another deep breath. "Last night, in your drunken anger, you pushed me over when I tried to help you get into the building. I got a pretty bad cut from the fall because I fell on some broken glass that cut open my hand."
Yang felt terrible about what she had done. She had been the cause of Weiss' injured hand, and what was worse, she didn't even realize it till that moment.
"Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry, Weiss," Yang said as tears burst from her own eyes. She wrapped her arms around the smaller girl and cried into the crook of her shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
Weiss couldn't tell what it was that caused her to feel this way, but with Yang wrapping her arms around her, Weiss felt a warmth she had never experienced before in her life. Weiss couldn't help but return the favor, and knowing just how upset Yang was a knowing the damage that she had caused, couldn't help but feel better about the whole thing.
"I forgive you, Yang," Weiss whispered into Yang's ear. She felt Yang's grip tighten around her, causing Weiss to feel more comfortable in the blonde's arms.
AN: Welp, needed to get past this angsty moment, and as you can see, the feelings for each other between Yang and Weiss are developing, even if they don't know what it is yet.
As for the minor detail regarding Weiss having a fake internet boyfriend. I figured that if something like that should ever come up, then people will know that it's just a gag and that it isn't meant to be taken seriously.
Hopefully you guys enjoyed this little bit of Freezerburn angst, and while I don't plan on having much of it in the story, I can't promise that it won't show up again. But I can promise you that we'll be going back to the humor for a while until that point comes up again.
Thanks for reading this and I hope you all have a lovely day.