Why did I agree to this?

That was the question Weiss asked herself as she dodged another clumsy blow from the blonde annoyance. Ok, maybe he wasn't that bad. She'd even admit to liking his company when he wasn't attempting to flirt with her, which had been happening much less frequently. Maybe the serenade with his guitar was the breaking point for the poor boy?

Another careless blow careened toward her head, which she reflected with her rapier this time. A little variety never hurt anyone, and it certainly didn't hurt when fighting Jaune Arc. He was the literal definition of average. Nothing stood out about him, and his combat may have even been marginally below the line. In his defense, though, he had improved greatly. She groaned, ducking under a unrestrained horizontal swipe.

Unfortunately, his improvement wasn't enough as Jaune fell to one knee. His breathing was ragged, and his sword looked more like a cane than the sacred blade of his ancestors.

His partner placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well done, Jaune. You performed admirably for not being able to use your shield."

With such small praise from her, his entire demeanor changed. Gone was the weariness from the fight, instead replaced with an air of confidence. Almost as though he had won. The thought amused the heiress, imagining herself on the losing end of a fight to the bumbling blonde. Then again, she had him pegged as Grimm-fodder during initiation. Yet, the boy survived that and worked harder than anyone else she knew—herself excluded.

"Thanks, Pyr!" The boy replied with an easy grin, which his partner returned with the same ease.

Bleh.

Weiss had no interest in dating, and she certainly wasn't going to start now. Nope, whatever was or wasn't going on between the invincible girl and vomit boy was none of her concern. What was her concern was how far behind her team had fallen behind on their own training.

With a sigh, Weiss hurried to the exit on the rooftop. She grasped the cool handle in her hand before considering bidding the other two farewell; however, when she snuck a backward glance, the two were still flirting. Whatever, it wasn't like she'd never see them again. She swung open the door, causing the rusty hinges to squeal in protest. The sudden noise must have alerted them to her departure because they were suddenly on her like faunus on stink.

Ok, perhaps that was an antiquated expression she needed to stop using, but, still, they tugged at her sleeves and prevented her from leaving.

Her eyebrows narrowed dangerously. "What is the matter with you two? Have you lost your minds?"

"No, it's… um…" the champion-fighter looked to the side, eyes darting to stare at her partner. Probably looking for a save.

And he provided. "We want you to hang out with our team today."

Weiss blinked. "You're telling me that you want to hang out with me?"

Jaune blinked back. "…Uh-huh."

His obvious distress at the situation made her curious. Why could they possibly want to have her accompany them so badly? If Ruby was with her it would be understandable, but not when she is by her lonesome.

The heiress sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "If you two tell me the real reason that you want to hang out, then I'll go with you."

Pyrrha and Jaune exchanged a look before turning back to her, answering her in unison. "No."

"Well, I'll see the both of you later."

"Wait!" A strong hand grabbed the back of her coat. "You still owe me a favor, Weiss."

"I just paid back your favor by training with him."

Her hand refused to budge no matter how much Weiss twisted. Did the girl glue her hand to the fabric or something?

"How about I owe you a favor if you join us?" The girl pleaded with wide eyes.

A favor from Pyrrha Nikos? I'd be a fool to turn that down.

"Lead the way."


A.N.: The semester is winding down, so hopefully I'll be able to do a lot more writing soon. As always, thanks for reading and please review!