Glynda Goodwitch sat on her table, staring down at Jaune and Yang. Apparently the two had some altercation that ended with JNPR's bedroom destroyed, and the blonde teacher couldn't figure why, since Jaune and Yang were good friends. In fact, both tried to shoulder the blame for what happened, so that didn't help her to decipher exactly why they fought to begin with… or better yet, why Yang tried to hurt the knight.

"One of you better start talking, or both will get detention for the rest of the year and pay for the destruction you caused." She started, and Yang looked guilty, so she aimed at the blonde brawler. "Ms. Xiao Long, the level of destruction shows your handwork, and Mr. Arc, you don't even try to deny it."

"I'm sorry, Jaune… I just am overprotective of two things, my sister and my hair, and I overreacted." Yang said in an apologetic tone, and Glynda smiled a little bit seeing she was taking responsibility.

"Well, you did saw us in a rather awkward position…" Jaune also apologized, and Glynda got curious about that.

"And what exactly you and Ms. Rose were doing to elicit such reaction from Ms. Xiao Long?" Glynda questioned.

"I was brushing her hair." Jaune answered, and the teacher arched an eyebrow.

"I fail to see why this would elicit such destruction."

"Well… she did got more… what's the proper word?" Jaune asked Yang, and the brawler knew the exact word to describe the feelings Ruby felt, and was completely against using that word in the same sentence as her little sister.

"Friendly." Yang said with determination. "She was hugging Jaune and I misinterpreted it."

"I see. Ms. Xiao Long, I'll give you a month of detention for destroying school property and you will pay for the costs. You can go now." Glynda said, and both blonde teens were getting up. "Not you, Mr. Arc. I still have some doubts about this incident."

Jaune trade stares with both blondes, and Yang just shrugged, patted his shoulder, and was about to leave, before returning and whispering something on his ear, kissing his cheek and finally leaving, while Jaune got really red and Glynda stared in curiosity.

"Now, Mr. Arc, I did notice that the girls that had their hairstyles changed got closer to you." She started after Yang closed the door. "Including Ms. Xiao Long. So, I am wondering exactly what you did to result in such raise in their affection towards you."

"I just brushed their hair and talked with them, I swear." Jaune said, and Glynda knew he wasn't lying. After all this time she knew he wasn't one to lie… even if she knew about his faked transcripts, she also knew Jaune didn't like to lie. Yet she found hard to believe a simple hair brushing could cause such reaction.

"Mr. Arc, I won't punish you as long as you did nothing against the rules. But I'd rather know exactly why those girls are acting differently around you." She stated, and Jaune nodded and sighed.

"Look, I just brush, wash and cut. All I touch is their hair and heads. I don't know why they go like that; I give you my word as an Arc."

The teacher new his word had weight and believed him. But she also knew he had a talent for hair styling, and all girls indeed looked pretty after he did their hair, and she was wondering. It had being months since she last had a professional care her own hair, and she didn't had the time to go to town to do it right now. The barber at Beacon was only useful if you wanted to shave your head clean, so she could at least take that chance.

"Mr. Arc, would you mind caring for my hair? That way I would know exactly what is happening." She affirmed and Jaune left a sigh of relieve and his dork smile.

"Sure thing, Ms. Goodwitch, just say when."

"How about in an hour, in the saloon in Beacon? I'm sure you will find all the tools you need."

"Sure."

…

"No." Pyrrha said as she hugged his tool box.

"Pyr, please? That way I get Ms. Goodwitch out of my tail. Maybe if she likes it enough she will go easy on us." Jaune begged, but Pyrrha just clung more on the box.

"No." She said again, and Jaune just kneeled and held her cheeks with his hands, making her stare at him and blush.

"Pyr, if you can give me a good reason why not I'll talk with Ms. Goodwitch, but I gave her my word." The champion nodded and gave him the box, but then kissed him on the lips, gently, making him blush and stare back.

"Remember I am your partner, OK?" She said with a sly smile before leaving the room. Jaune just stayed frozen for a few minutes.

…

"Sorry I made you wait…" Jaune said as he finally arrived at the shop. It was a small place with two chairs, including one for washing hair. The barber wasn't present, for some reason. Glynda used her glyphs to lock the door and close the binders behind him.

"I don't want weird tales to spread around. I brought my own hair products if you want to use them." She said pointing at them. Jaune examined the bottles, surprised she used such expensive brands, and then he put his own box and opened it.

"So, hmmmmm… What shall we do today?" He asked as he prepared his equipment.

"Well, why don't you suggest something?" She asked, and Jaune patted on the chair for washing, and Glynda remove her glasses and sat. "Be careful when undoing my…" Jaune skillfully set her hair free, and it flowed on her shoulders. "Huh."

"Your hair is pretty, but it is too damaged. Wearing it in a bum all the time did no good for it." Jaune said, while gently combing it with his hands, making Glynda blush a little. As a woman, she disliked that the boy was chastising her over hair care. "It can be salvaged, but I would suggest a haircut." He finished, and Glynda wondered for a bit. She didn't dislike change, and might as well do it.

"Very well, I will trust your judgment." She said to his surprise. He just put a towel on her shoulders and she relaxed on the chair. He started with warm water as he got her hair wet, and she started to understand why the girls loved that so much. It certainly felt pleasuring as he delicately used his hands on her hair.

"You know, I think I never said I'm sorry for all the troubles we give you… and thank you for trying to make us learn." Jaune said as he combed her hair with his fingers.

"I'm just doing my job." Glynda answered in a relaxed manner that surprised Jaune a little.

"Well, thanks anyway." He smiled and grabbed a fancy shampoo Glynda had, and started washing her hair, massaging her scalp in the process, making the teacher blush a little. He certainly had a nice touch.

"This feels really nice. I can see why the girls got a liking to this." She said with a smile as he kept massaging.

"My sisters and mom also loved it." He said as he started to wash the shampoo off. "Is it really this good?"

"It is." The teacher affirmed, and then blushed more as Jaune kept brushing her hair with his fingers. Then she started squirming as his fingers touched her ears, and saw the danger of his touch. It didn't help when he finish washing and started drying her hair with a soft towel.

"OK, now to the worst part." He extended his hand to her, and she hesitated but took it, and was surprised he had strong yet soft hands as he conducted her to the other chair. He covered her with the sheet to protect her clothes and took a pair of scissors and a comb. "Tell me if I cut too much."

She couldn't speak as she suppressed the need to let a few moans out.

Now she understands why Yang was so mad, because somehow Jaune's touch on her head made her feel electricity running on her body. Every time he positioned her head or rubbed on her cheeks and ears made her almost let a small pleased sound pout. And the fact he kept talking sweetly didn't help.

"You know, I was wondering, you might have a lot of students love struck by you." He said, and she remembered that in the beginning of every year there is always some silly boys and girls trying to get her attention. Sure she felt flattered over such things, but her professionalism made her always shot down them immediately. "But then some say you and the headmaster… I said too much…"

"Ozpin and I are just coworkers. We do know each other for a while, but we are just friends." She said, in an affirmative tone that surprised her and Jaune. She didn't understand why she explained herself to him, and was about to say something when Jaune put his fingers on her cheek and made her look down.

"One day you will find someone that deserves you." Jaune spoke after a while. "Done cutting, now let's wash again and I can finish."

Once again he led her to the washing chair, and now with her hair cut short, his fingers would touch her skin way more often than she expected, and her skin got all hot over it, while she worked her breath to calm down, her cheeks tinted in red.

"Now, finishing touches." He once again conducted her to the other chair, and she almost hesitated to let his hand go. Soon he was brushing her hair with a soft brush, combing it to the side, and she once again was forced to keep her voice and breathing in check. Sadly for her, it didn't take long for him to finish. He handed her a mirror and she admired his job. Her hair was cut to chin length, and was combed to the side, giving her a very professional yet youthful appearance. "With the right makeup, I can see people drooling over you."

"That includes you, Mr. Arc?" She asked with a sly smile. His blush and stuttering said everything she needed to know. She giggled lowly and put her glasses back, then gave him a small peck on the cheek. "If you don't start dating till graduation, Mr. Arc, I will take you for a glass of wine." Then she had a naughty idea, turned around and pecked his lips. "Or maybe you don't want to wait?'

With that she left, and smiled as students tripped over her new look.

Jaune just stood there, his mind rebooting.

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A.N.: Imagine her new hair cut is like Dragon Ball Z's Android 18.