Jaune had received a message on his scroll. While this wasn't exactly unusual, he was currently in class, his lecturer being Professor Port. He had never gotten a message in a class before, he was just thankful that he had put his scroll on vibrate. While his teacher was off prattling about a nevermore he killed, Jaune took a glance at the scroll.
The message was obviously from Neo, but, it was what it said that confused him. 'hi :( I cant go out today'. Today was Friday, and Jaune and Neo had planned a date later that day, being their three month anniversary and all. Jaune thought it was a weird thing to celebrate, but, the dates just happened to coincide. The message threw Jaune off though.
Something was nagging at the back of his head, telling him to see what was wrong. "y not?" was his reply. He had been getting better at texting in short speak, as Neo told him it was called. He put away his scroll, and waited for a reply. It came soon after. "Im not feeling well." Jaune could tell that it was true, but, she was avoiding something.
"what's wrong?" Jaune put away his scroll, just in time too, as his Professor had made eye contact with him the moment he returned it to his pocket. At least, Jaune thought he did, hard to tell under all that eyebrow. A few moments passed, and nothing. Jaune was beginning to worry she was too sick to reply. Luckily though, as soon as these thoughts had passed, there was a tell-tale hum in his pocket.
Jaune looked down at the message, and what he read, surprised him to say the least. "It's strawberry season" Now, as Jaune constantly liked to remind people, he had seven sisters. This meant, that he had heard every codeword, phrase and synonym describing a females time of month. While this was a new one, he understood what it meant. Before he could type a reply however, a thundering voice boomed.
"Mr. Arc!" The voice was coming from right beside him, causing Jaune to jump a few feet in the air, and his scroll to go sailing. Port caught it in a single hand, his other clamped down on Jaune's desk. "Mr. Arc, care to tell me what is so important that you feel the need to use your scroll while in my class." He could hear several people around him sniggering.
Professor Port was a teacher who didn't take any sort of foolery. In fact, one of his favourite things to do, was read out the messages of students caught texting in his class. Before Jaune could muster a lie, Port decided for himself to see what his reasoning was. His bushy eyebrows raised at what he read.
"I see." He murmured. This was it. Jaune thought. Everyone would know now. He was in so much trouble. Then, something happened that surprised everyone in the room. Port had placed down Jaune's scroll. Jaune looked up to his teacher, who stared back at him. "Ice cream and cookie dough my dear lad." He told him sagely, thumping Jaune on the back. He then returned to his lecture about Nevermores, a slight grin on his features.
No one had any idea what just happened. Port never did anything like that. He once read out a very, interesting message that Cardin had received from his girlfriend, without breaking a sweat. Everyone wondered what could Jaune have received that made Port go easy on him?
Jaune wisely decided not to touch his scroll aside from the action of placing it in his pocket. He also decided to pay more attention in his lectures, he did owe the teacher after all. Once the class had ended, Jaune made sure to 'accidentally' tip over his books, giving him reason to stay behind. As soon as everyone else had left, Jaune went up to the desk.
Before he could even thank the man, his teacher held up a hand. "I know you want to thank me, and I will accept it gratefully, but I'm guessing you would care to know why I spared you." His use of the word 'spared' was not exaggerating. Jaune nodded.
Port sighed, leaning back on his desk. "My dear lad, if a girl tells you that she is currently on her, 'strawberry season' as it were," Jaune blushed at the expression. "it means she cares a great deal about you, and is comfortable enough around you to tell you that. I myself have been in a similar situation before." He rubbed his great moustache in remembrance. Jaune, wasn't all that shocked honestly.
His professor was a grown man, of course he has had relationships before, granted it was a bit odd imagining him in a younger body. To Jaune, he could imagine Port as a young child, still rocking that great moustache. "Now, I suggest you go to her, and bring my advice with you." Jaune nodded, smiling slightly. As he turned around and was about to exit the room, Port stopped him once more. "Oh, and Mr. Arc." Jaune looked at his teacher. "Try not to get caught again, I may not be so lenient next time." Jaune felt as though he had winked under those bushes he called eyebrows.
Jaune nodded and left the room. The moment he left, Port had scrambled for his own scroll, and quickly messaged his employer. "Take off all of my bets on Lancaster." He himself had bet on Jaune and Ruby getting together, having seen their encounter on the first day. The response he got from his employer left him more confused.
"Nice to see you have wizened up. I have taken my bets off Arkos as well." Port stared at the message. Had he known previously? Port sighed, of course he did. He was Ozpin for Oum's sake. The clever bast-
"ARC!" The moment Jaune had exited the room, he heard the angered yell of someone he hadn't actually heard from in quite a while. He turned to see Cardin glaring at him menacingly. He was obviously angered at the fact Jaune hadn't got his personal messages read aloud for the class to hear. Before Cardin could take a step towards him, Jaune noticed someone behind Cardin, which made his face break into a large grin.
"Oh hey Cardin, hey Yatsuhashi." Jaune had waved over Cardin's shoulder. Cardin froze like a deer caught in headlights. Eventually, he turned around, coming face to face with the chest of the tallest student in Beacon. His eyes travelled upwards, to meet Yatsuhashi's glaring ones. Cardin shrunk down and ran away as fast as he could. Jaune chuckled as he walked up to the gentle giant.
"Thanks for that." He said simply, stopping in front of team CFVY's powerhouse. Yatsuhashi held up a hand.
"Fret not, I was just preventing confrontation." He told his shorter companion. Jaune sighed, just like Yatsuhashi to make little of a big deal.
"Well thanks anyway." Jaune said, giving his friend a mock salute and turning away. He had become quite friendly with the majority of team CFVY, mostly because of how he had been hanging around with Coco, and how he had helped Velvet. He stopped for a moment. He remembered two things in that moment. One, Professor Ozpin had said that he was betting on Velvet and Yatsuhashi getting together, and two, he recalled seeing Velvet walking out of her dorm room with a blush.
When he went to investigate, he noticed a Yatsuhashi that had just recently been in the shower. He apologised and turned away. Now, back at the present time, he decided that he would play the harbour master, and make this ship sail. "Actually, Yatsuhashi." Jaune turned back around, causing the other boy to do the same.
"Weird question but, what do you think of Velvet?" Jaune stared at the much taller boys face as he finished the question, and his opinion was clear, even if the answer wasn't.
"Sh-She is a very good teammate." He replied. Jaune found it strange to see the large person flustered, but it just confirmed his theory. "I am glad we are able to be toget- WORK TOGETHER! work together."
"Alright, just wondering, you know cause there's supposed to be this dance next semester." He said casually, but keeping an eye on the expression of part of this yet to be relationship. Clearly, Yatsuhashi was imagining Velvet in a dress, judging from how red his face was going. "I just figured it would be best for her to go with someone she liked you know." Jaune told the larger man, giving him a light elbow.
"Just thought you should know." Jaune said, turning away from who he hoped would be, Velvet's boyfriend. As soon as he turned the corner, he decided he would go to Vale, and help Neo. Once he got back to his dorm, he grabbed a small bag from his wardrobe, and stared at his clothes. Should he get dressed up for something like this? No, just wear what he normally wore. He put on his usual attire, the trousers, hoodie and armour, and left the room. He was surprised that no one else was there. Then he recalled that they had an assignment from Oobleck on the history of the Faunus wars to do. He had gotten it finished earlier, having asked for help from both Blake and Velvet.
A short while later, Jaune found himself at a supermarket, looking at several selections of ice cream. He wanted to get her strawberry surprise, but seeing as how she described her, problem, he thought better against it. In the end, he settled for Neapolitan, and a roll of edible cookie dough.
Now, Jaune found himself standing outside the club that housed his girlfriend. It was still under repairs, but looked like it was getting better. He took a breath, he was going into his girlfriend's house, technically. He mustered his courage, and entered.
Jaune let out a low whistle at what he saw. It was a dance floor with glass pillars holding up the ceiling. As he took a step forward, he heard a strong voice call him out. "Hey kid, the hell are you doing here?"
Jaune jumped a foot and looked over to where the voice came from. He saw a burly looking man standing behind a bar. He looked dangerous, but, as long as Jaune didn't give him any reason to, he was sure he'd leave him alone. Probably.
Jaune decided it was best to be honest. "Uh, I'm looking for Neo." Jaune was now standing across the bar from the man, figuring it would be a good show of kindness to at least close the distance between them.
The man raised an eyebrow. "What do you want with her?" He asked threateningly. Jaune suddenly got a very dangerous thought. Was this man Neo's father. Is he currently having a conversation with her dad? While Jaune knew little about relationships, he knew he was supposed to be afraid, and he was, but he wasn't going to let it show.
"Uh, I'm her friend, and she told me she wasn't feeling well, so, I came to help." Jaune told him, hoping this would be a reasonable excuse. The man eyed him up, and then looked over Jaune's shoulder, giving a slight nod. Jaune was tempted to check who he was nodding to, but decided turning away from him might not end well.
"Alright, she sleeps up there. If you're her friend you'll probably know which room's hers." The man pointed to his right, where Jaune noticed there was a set of stairs. Jaune nodded, thanking the man and turning to follow his directions. Instead of facing the stairs like he expected, he was facing two girls that looked exactly alike, aside from their colour scheme.
Jaune froze slightly, wondering why they were looking at him. "Um, can I help you?" Jaune figured there was nothing else he could have asked. The two girls looked at each other, and nodded.
"Come with us." They stated, holding out their hands. Jaune hoped what he thought was happening wasn't actually happening.
"Um, why?" He asked, his voice cracking a little. The twins rolled their eyes and looked at Jaune, giving him a 'why do you think?' look. Jaune swallowed. "Uh, I can't sorry, kinda on a mission right now." He made an attempt at a joke. The two girls looked unimpressed.
"What mission would that be?" "Yes, please tell us." Jaune looked between the two, and figured it would be better to just tell the truth.
"Helping my friend feel better." He stated confidently. The two girls were surprised, very few people had turned down their advances twice in a row. They both shared a glance, and realised what the other was thinking. Regardless of what Junior told them to do, they wanted to do it themselves now.
"Well, why don't we help you feel better instead?" The one in red purred. "Yeah, I'm sure you'll be feeling great by the end." The white one told him, moving closer. Jaune was busy trying to think of a way to out of this, when he noticed something. Both girls were inching closer, but each only doing so to get closer than the other. Growing up with seven sisters, two of which were twins, he learned a thing or too.
"Well alright, I will." The two girls looked at him, not in surprise, but rather in knowing. They knew no man could resist their charms. "But, if you could, answer a question for me." He asked casually, the two girls nodded, but he noticed the barman back away slightly. "Which one of you is better looking?"
"Me." That was the catalyst that sparked the bomb. Both girls had said me at the same time. They both locked eyes, and Jaune could see the electricity flying between them. He heard the man behind the bar whisper something along the lines of 'clever bast-' he was cut off however, by one of the girls flying into the bar. Jaune used this opportunity to duck through the fight and go up the stairs.
He spared a glance back, and saw the girls fighting each other, one using their legs, and the other their fists. Jaune felt bad for the bartender, who was currently hiding behind the counter, and looking at him. Jaune could have sworn he gave him a thumbs up.
Once up the stairs, he realised what the barman meant when he had said that Jaune would probably know which room was hers. He saw it instantly, a white door, which was painted pink near the top, and brown near the bottom. He knocked on it, before realising that the person that was hopefully behind it couldn't actually acknowledge him and verbally allow him in.
Jaune took a breath, and opened the door a crack. A blade imbedded itself in the wall beside the doorframe, causing Jaune to slam the door shut. He psyched himself up, and opened it again. "Neo?" He called warily. He opened the door fully and saw his girlfriend, not in her regular clothes, but a very large shirt, well, it might have been a regular sized shirt, but on her it went down past her knees.
Neo looked up at him, realising who she had attempted to disembowel. Jaune took a look around the room. It was all pink. The bed had stilts on it, and was holding up a frilly pink sheet. Neo stared at Jaune angrily, Jaune figured it would because of his being here during her, time of the month.
Jaune sighed somewhat happily. "Neo, seven sisters remember, I'm used to this kind of thing." Neo took in his words, and crossed her arms, pointing her nose in the air and turning her head away from him. "Besides," He began, taking his backpack of his shoulders and opening it, causing Neo to look at him with interest.
"I brought ice cream."