Chapter 1: It never was going to be easy

This is the sequel to Summer Antics. Same Autistic protagonist, but with school drama.

Jaune watched the news, the report about the fugitive Frank Castle still on the news, but there were different sources now telling different stories. The apartment that he and his sisters had bought with the assistance of the money bag that had been left for them was spacious and not in the right area of town for Yang to get there easily, but they made it work. Twice a week a visit, because his sisters wanted their sleep.

Constance was trying her best to do work, working as a cashier in order to keep up the bills for appliances, whilst he was still expected to go to school. That would be a few days later.

Meeting with CIA agent Branwen and her partner had been pleasant. The aftermath with mom and dad had not been so pleasant. His sisters had packed his stuff and they were getting an apartment, which he had offered the money for.

'They deserve some happiness too.'

It was not the worst thing in the world, he thought, as Marble was busy trying to dry her hair after a shower, humming softly a tune from a popular song that Jaune had heard seventy-one times.

"Your girlfriend's coming tonight, isn't she?"

Jaune nodded, not quite affirming that vocally. He had heard that a nod would suffice, after he'd tried to explain his exact opinion on things. Miss Salem would be taking over therapy again, soon enough. He kind of missed her.

"Excited? I'm… I'm going to be seeing my therapist tonight."

Marble and the others required therapy sessions, apparently. He didn't really see what was so bad about it, it had just been him being hurt, but he still loved them. He should say that, because she might forget.

"I love you, Marble."

Marble smiled and ruffled his hair. Things had gotten a little bit out of hand since they'd moved out of mom and dad's house, but Jaune was aware that several of his sisters did wish to stay at mom and dad. An apartment couldn't fit eight people, but he was told by them that he shouldn't be home for a while. That was their idea and he could only accept that. They were his older sisters and he was pretty sure that mom wasn't feeling very well about it, after Mister Frank had come by, but they insisted.

"I love you too, Jaune. I'm not going to let this ruin my life. My boss said that I could take some time off if it was needed, because of… things."

Marble was a little more understanding than she had been before. Saphron and Terra would be coming over in a few weeks' time, to meet Yang. He was happy with his girlfriend. He didn't think that he could have ever gotten a girlfriend if it wasn't for having that time spent with Yang and Ruby.

'I hope Ruby is okay.'

Yang had been evasive about that. It was hard to ask about Ruby because Yang kept on suggesting other things and he didn't want to cause a fight. He didn't think he'd be able to win a fight. Yang was strong and muscular and he wasn't very muscular.

"I still love you. You know that, right?"

Marble smiled and laughed softly for some reason.

"Yes, I know that. Connie… She said that she'd like to have a chat with Yang and you later, when she's back from work. Want me to cook you something?"

Marble had taken upon herself the task of cooking, something which Jaune never really had guessed she'd be good at, but he was better at other things. He was working on something for later. He had been able to get his hands on a good computer and he was working on a simulator for the geological impact of a meteorite impact from several of the large meteors that were registered by NASA, in order to help them out a little.

'It is just some data.'

Doctor Watts had been in touch a few times over the course of the time he'd spent at the apartment, the man summoning him to his office, before a few tests were given and he had to fill them out, timed of course. Untimed tests did not count, though these felt a little easier than he would have thought them to be. The man looked serious, but did not comment further, as the man explained that these were a few tests that would be good for him to do.

'I trust him.'

He was sure that the man would not have the intentions to harm him, the doctor having said something about another budding member of the scientific community, which wasn't really the truth. He wasn't smart, of course. Yang wasn't very dumb either but she didn't really work all that well through her homework.

The essay that she had to do he had re-typed and made a little bit more intellectual in its phrasing. He knew that she struggled with some of the concepts, so he was trying to make her day a little bit better by doing some of the work for her.

'She's my girlfriend.'

When she smiled, she was a beautiful girl. Yang was someone that he felt safe around, moreso than Cinder ever had. Summer had been trying to introduce Raven to Ruby, according to Yang, but it hadn't gone very well. Ruby was very resistant to change, Jaune knew.

"Jaune? Did you want something to eat?"

He snapped to attention, already miles away with his thoughts. Mom tried to call sometimes, but his sisters usually answered the phone and started to shout, so he wasn't very sure that mom would be someone who would be allowed access to the house.

"Pancakes?"

He liked pancakes. It was nice when Marble made them, as she laughed at him in a not-mean way, ruffling his hair even more, which made him pout. He didn't understand why she was so amused by him, as she got her apron on and started whipping up some batter for the pancakes, Jaune changing the channel to something else, a man with very manly features speaking. The toothbrush moustache and the flattop haircut, as well as the cigar, were very telling of a manly man.

"That darn menace spider freak is swinging through the streets, and I will make it my job to ensure that vigilantes like him are taken care of!"

The name below read J. Jonah Jameson, and Jaune wondered whether there would be some kind of news about some hero or something coming on the news. It hadn't really happened here in his own town, but he had heard briefly about stuff like that.

"Mister Jameson, when you are elected to Mayor of New York, will you be tough on crime? The citizens want to know."

The name of P. Parker was put there, Jaune recognizing it at a name that he recalled from some of the lectures that he had listened to whilst he was researching something. An undergraduate student or something, but much older than he was.

'Maybe ten years or so?'

"I'll lock them all up! They're going to be coming into my city and getting locked up in my prison, haha! That menace hiding behind a mask better beware, because J. Jonah Jameson is coming for him!"

It was curious to see how much the man seemed to enjoy saying that, Jaune not quite finding the reason why that was so amusing for the man. Hunting people who did bad things was just common sense, but Jaune was sure that he would need to at least have done something wrong before he would be able to get arrested for something.

He was sure that he wasn't going to get arrested though. Cinder had died, but it was not legal but condoned. Agent Branwen had said that it would not be counted due to his age, so it was probably going to be fine.

He had to go back to school though. He knew that the other students would be pointing and staring at him again. It had been a presentation that they would remember, especially when they had taken him away and-

"There, there, Jaune. Relax, okay? Nobody is going to hurt you."

Marble was trying to comfort him, panic going through him as he didn't know where they'd come from, more than a little afraid, as Marble held him in a hug that wrapped around him. It felt safe, but he was hyperventilating, probably.

"It's okay. It's okay. You were there to see something horrible. Nobody is going to arrest you."

His sisters had heard of what had happened to Cinder Fall from someone, and he knew that it was a bad thing to repeat it, but they cared for him in their own way.

Marble let go of him and presented him with a small stack of pancakes, a bottle of syrup, as he added the right amounts to the pancake and then rolled it up, eating small little nibbles from it. It wasn't like you should make a mess when eating a pancake, as Marble smiled at him.

"I love you, Jaune. You are safe with all of us."

He'd had his own bed in this place, with his sisters doubling up on a bed sometimes. There was not much space for them to have their own room, but they made do. Melissa was someone who kept to herself most of the time as she continued to work on her degree.

"I know. Sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry."

He saw her smile, flipping another pancake, her back turned to him. Yang would be coming tonight and they'd have fun together. He hoped that things would be alright with her again, as the phone rang.

"Jaune, if that's mom, just don't answer."

Jaune turned the television down, an image of a man in a blue and red suit with spider web motif on the front and back, as he checked the number, answering the phone after a moment, not quite sure whether it was the number that belonged to his school or not.

"Hello? Does Jaune Arc live here?"

The voice was familiar, as Jaune sought for the proper name that belonged to the voice, a smile appearing on his lips as he recognized it.

"Miss Salem."

The woman made a pleased sound, as she seemed to let go of a breath that she'd been holding.

"Jaune, hello. I was worried after I heard that your… buddy got murdered by that maniac. Are you doing alright?"

He was alright, yes. Cinder had burned. The Zippo lighter was still in a nice box, something that would make it a part of his collection. He had started to make small labels to identify what was important. A picture of Yang and himself that Marble had taken was set on the bedroom shelf, so he could look at it and smile.

"I am doing well. I am not hurt. My penis doesn't hurt very much anymore. The doctor said that he had some cream for it and I have been using it, Miss Salem."

The woman made a happy sound, clearly very relieved, which was a little strange. He was sure that she should not be relieved about this. It wasn't school time. Why his psychologist would be calling him at this day was strange, but school would be starting soon again.

"I called your mother and father's house, but they had said that you had moved out. Do you think we can meet on your second day of school?"

'Ah, she wants a meeting.'

That made a lot more sense. She was someone who cared for the patients she saw, and he pulled out his day planner for the new year, which had been marked with '1st day of school' on the day where he'd be needed at school for another school year before he'd graduate.

"I think I have nothing planned. At what time would you like to meet?"

He would be polite. This was someone who was going to help him. Doctor Watts had said that she was a woman of very high intelligence, who could guide him to his destiny, if he so wished.

"At three? Classes aren't really scheduled for the first few days, apparently due to the school district having another meeting… Jaune? Do you want to bring someone, for your own support? We will be talking about what happened during the summer."

There was a hesitant voice that Miss Salem always used when she tried to bring painful stuff and Jaune nodded, before he realized that he should answer.

"About Cinder?"

The psychologist on the other end of the phone line seemed to affirm that with a quiet 'yes', as she cleared her throat.

"And… about some other things. I heard that you were assaulted by someone with a psychotic episode."

How she knew that, Jaune didn't know. He was sure that Doctor Watts would have reported something to the authorities, or maybe it had been during the event with Ruby being taken by Child Protective Services.

'I hope Ruby is alright. She's much smarter than I am, after all.'

She was a very smart girl, someone that he could really respect with her smartness. She was much better at the schoolwork than he was. He thought too much, Ruby always had an answer ready.

"That wasn't too bad. She's Ruby's mother."

The psychologist sighed deeply, but she seemed to try to make some progress with this call. It felt a little strange but also a little happy to talk with the woman again.

"We will talk about that when we meet, or maybe in a later session, Jaune. Did you write the appointment down?"

He had written it down in his day planner. It was one of those things that you needed for school.

"I did, Miss Salem. I hope that you have a nice remainder of your holidays. Did you have a nice trip?"

The woman seemed to laugh softly.

"I did, Jaune. How about I tell you all about it when we meet? Do you want to bring someone for our first session, if it's too stressful for you?"

He wasn't sure whether he could get one of his sisters to come along. It sounded like they were going to talk about something that was not very pleasant.

"I will see if my sisters want to come. Marble is seeing a therapist as well. I am not sure whether the others are."

They kept their personal life from him, not that he minded that. Yang was going to be coming later tonight and he should make sure that his room was tidy.

"We can stop the session at any time you feel too stressed out, Jaune. I am here to help you."

Cinder had tried to help him as well, but she had been wrong. Miss Salem really tried to help him though. It was a warm feeling in his chest that he felt as he tried to imagine what it might be like for him to help someone. Helping people was a good thing.

"I know. You are a good person."

She had tried to help him, just like Doctor Watts.

"I don't think I am, after failing you, Jaune. I should have been more concerned, but I had such high hopes that you had found someone to connect with."

Miss Salem was not guilty of anything, Jaune knew. She was guilty in her own mind, probably, but after last Summer's events, Jaune did not blame her. It had been tough for her as well.

"I am sorry."

He apologized. Apologizing made things better, or so he hoped, the woman giving a helpless laugh. It sounded terrible.

"No, I should be sorry, Jaune. I never- You never should have been assigned to someone like that who hurt you. You're a smart boy."

Jaune knew that it was just a placating thing to say to him to make him calm down. He was aware that he had peculiar hobbies, but he knew that he was not really all that smart. Ruby was smarter than he was, of course.

"It doesn't matter. You are a good person."

That mattered more than what she thought she had done, to Jaune. His eyes closed for a moment as he tried to focus. He was feeling that threatening melancholic feeling at the edge of his consciousness again, trying to draw him back into the panic. Remembering how it felt was not a good thing.

"I am not. We'll see each other then, Jaune. Have a nice remainder of your holiday. The school is aware of your buddy's actions now and… and they'll make sure that you are alright. You were manipulated."

Jaune did not really care. People disliked him regardless. Ruby was always nice. Weiss was not so nice at times, but she was beautiful and could understand. Maybe Blake was back too. Yang would be there to support him if he needed that. She had said so explicitly.

'She is my girlfriend.'

"Have a nice day, Jaune. Until we meet again."

He was sure that he probably should bring her something nice to eat. It was good for someone to come bearing presents to someone that helped them. Reciprocation.

'Mom always said that it is a good thing to thank those who helped you out.'

He would have to go by a store and buy something to give to Miss Salem for being a helping hand in his troubles. He didn't want to make someone feel bad. He wasn't very intelligent, but he would do something nice for people.

'I should get back to making Yang's homework ready for her to look over.'

She often put things off until the last moment before doing it rushed.

He liked it when things were neat and orderly, when he could know where everything was and what would make his sisters happy too. Nobody liked a messy apartment, after all.

"Who was that, Jaune?"

Marble asked, a steaming stack of pancakes in front of him at the table, the television changed to a cartoon series, Marble munching on one of the pancakes, laughing a little at the antics of a little mouse that was wriggling through a cartoonish maze of traps.

"Miss Salem. We will be continuing our sessions together on the second day of class."

He wondered whether he should ask Marble whether it would be nice to go together. Marble was having therapy as well, so it would not be a bad idea to ask.

"Are you… are you still okay with Miss Salem?"

He nodded. He did not blame her. Cinder was someone who had said a lie and told him that it was the truth. Marble had become a lot softer after 'The Dinner with Frank' that they had weeks before. Jaune was pretty sure that Marble was feeling guilty about treating him badly. That's what he had sort of overheard when he had been working in his room. Mel had been quiet, but they'd spoken about him.

He didn't know quite how to feel about that.

"She's a good person, like Doctor Watts. They said they would like to help me."

They were good people because he believed in them. They were honest with him and did not seem to lie to him about anything. He should go and ask whether it was appropriate to bring Miss Salem a gift or something to show his appreciation.

"Do you think it's a good idea to give her a little gift? That's… socializing, right?"

He didn't know much about that, as Marble gave a soft laugh and looked with that strange look, her head shaking a little.

"Yes, that's nice, Jaune. See? You're starting to grow a little."

He was pretty tall already. He should mention that.

"I'm bigger than you are, Marble. Ten centimeters."

They had measured each other a few years ago and Marble had been ten centimeters shorter than he was. Marble started to laugh at him and Jaune felt a little indignant. It was perhaps a real emotion that he felt, and he spoke up.

"It's true. We measured each other three years and thirty-nine days ago."

Marble shook her head and patted his head endearingly.

"Don't ever change, Jaune. Ah, my little brother is growing up. He's got a girlfriend, I'm going to be an old spinster who works all day and I've got to cook for all of you misbehaving miscreants…"

She did not sound like she was getting frustrated with it, Jaune could tell. It shouldn't be that she should give up. Statistically, it was not really unfeasible for her to find a husband or something like it within the next two years.

"You can find someone to marry. You would make them very happy. You cook very nice food."

He was sure that his other sisters would affirm that, as Marble smiled and nodded.

"I cook very nice food, yes. You wouldn't eat it if I made bad-tasting food, would you?"

Of course he would. It was made with love and that was better than anything else. That's how it always went in the stories.

"Of course. Why shouldn't I? You made it with love and it should taste good. You're my older sister and you love me… right?"

Marble sighed in that way that made him confused, a difficult to read expression on her face as she hugged him.

"Of course I love you, Jaune. I don't want you to think otherwise. Dad has been asking whether he could meet with you to apologize. I want you to think about that, okay?"

Jaune was sure that dad would have something to say to him. It was nearly time for school and Jaune knew that things would be a lot more stressful than before. He would see Nora and Ren again, Pyrrha maybe, and the others. Blake would be there again, hopefully in a better place. He didn't like making them upset, it confused him a lot.

'They aren't very good with doing things that require logic.'

Not Ruby, of course. Ruby was everything that he was not. She was cute, she was energetic and always had an answer for anything. He took too much time for his tests and tried to figure out how to make things work.

That always led him to be unable to find his place in the test sheet. Getting distracted with an advanced calculation and then writing it out usually made the teacher grade it with a failing mark.

"Jaune? Hey, Jaune? Earth to Jaune?"

He paid attention to Marble again, who was giving him a serious expression, her eyes worried, as if she had been talking to him. He smiled softly, not quite sure whether he had heard her.

"Sorry. I was thinking about school."

Marble looked serious, rubbing her hand through her hair, her eyes closing, taking a deep breath and then letting it go slowly, as Jaune waited for her to answer.

"Don't worry about that, Jaune. They exonerated you from that, once it came out that Cinder had done those horrible things to that other girl. A monster was… a monster wasn't really credible. She wanted to hurt you. Did you put cream on it this morning?"

He was rubbing the cream on it every morning and after every shower, in order to make the skin heal a little bit. Since it had been burned into the skin, there was still a little scar tissue, but that would fade with time. He had been lucky, or so Doctor Watts had said.

Yang loved him no matter what. She'd said that and he trusted and believed her. It was not something that Jaune could really check, since it was just words but she made him feel good.

"I did. Do you want to see?"

He had no problem with that, getting his hands on his pants, Marble shaking her head, a pained smile on her face.

"No, Jaune… No, it's okay. Just… No, you don't need to show me. I trust you."

That was good. He liked that she trusted him. She was a good sister because she was checking up on him like a mother should. Mom never really liked him being around girls too much. She'd been going to classes to deal with his autism and it was not a bad thing. Boys were rowdy and unwieldy and forceful.

"I trust you too."

She should know that he did. You never knew if someone stopped trusting you or they forgot that you had said that you trusted them.

Jaune believed that, of course. Yang did not lie to him when she said that, because they kissed. That felt really good.

A ringing of the doorbell, Marble shaking her head, as Jaune turned his attention back to the television, thinking about the program that he was compiling again, as well as Yang's homework assignment. She should get working on it, but he would have it done with another day of work at least.

"Hellloooo, sweetums!"

Jaune looked up to find Yang standing there, dressed in a plain white shirt with her dark bra below it visible, looking him in the eyes with a big grin on her face. The set of shorts that she wore were exercise shorts that looked like they had been newly bought, the trainers that she wore barely letting her white socks stick out.

'You look pretty.'

He should ask whether she was okay. Girls liked that, that's what the movies always said, after all. He knew that she would like it.

"Hey there, Yang. Are you ok-"

She grabbed his cheeks and planted a kiss on his face and he fought the impulse to hit her. Girls didn't like to be hit and he should not hit girls, even if she startled him, pushing him down on his seat and getting into his lap.

'She's my girlfriend.'

He had to adjust a little to her presence, since they didn't see each other every day. School was around the midpoint of their route, with their houses at opposite ends. Yang said that they'd meet in the middle. Jaune had disproven that with accurate measurements. It was three hundred meters further for her than it was for him, even accounting for the shortest distance.

"I love you, Jaune."

The third, fourth and fifth words were important, as she nosed against him, holding him. She smelled like her favourite soap and something sweet, as he pressed his mouth against hers for a kiss. It was allowed, as she giggled and leaned back a little, her eyes playfully lilac.

"Oh no, big boy. No nipping a kiss before I've got to show you."

He blinked, opening his mouth and then feeling her rummage around in her back pocket for something. She was a little too energetic at times, but he could understand that. He'd be energetic if he did boxing too. He didn't really like that too much though.

'I miss doing chores for dad.'

It was a little strange as a feeling. Dad had always wanted him to do some chores around the house and it had always been something that he did without really questioning. It was clear and orderly. He knew where the lawnmower, hedge trimmer and the gardening tools were and liked to make everything neat. Summer had needed his help too.

'I hope that she is doing alright.'

"See? See? I got a phone! Come here."

She pressed her head close to him and there was a bright flash, as she pressed herself to him, her smell sticking to him. He looked at the screen, a photo of the two of them, his eyes shut tightly to guard against the flash, whilst she was smiling broadly.

"Oh, my baby is scared of the flash… awww."

He was not a baby. A little bit of annoyance sparked in his chest at the thought of him being a baby in her eyes.

"I'm not a baby."

Yang sighed, shaking her head with a toothy grin on her lips.

"Figure of speech, Jaune. Let's take a picture, okay? I want something to set as my phone background. My boyfriend and me."

He was pretty sure that she was joking then, as he went for a smile, doing what he'd always done, Yang rubbing her head against his for a moment before the next flash went off, his eyes still sparking a little afterwards with the bright flash, as Yang checked the picture, seemingly unaffected.

"There, that's much better. I love your smile."

He felt very warm inside upon hearing that, as Yang smirked, kissing him suddenly. This time, Jaune didn't startle, kissing her back. She was a little quick at times, but Yang was someone that was definitely going to be someone that he liked hanging around.

"Gee, damn, I know someone likes me being here, huh?"

He had gotten another erection. He wasn't sure whether he should be feeling shame, as she sat a little straighter, grabbing his shoulders and then being about to kiss him again.

"Ooh, pancakes."

'Oh yes, those were here still.'

Marble was in the background still, as Yang got up, and Jaune saw his girlfriend's butt bounce a little as she went for the stack, slathering entirely too much syrup onto the pancake, before she rolled it up, it dripping over her plate, which she'd stacked on her chest.

"Yum. Oh, Jaune?"

She grabbed the rolled up pancake and started to push it into her mouth, her cheek bulging in a way that made it look like she was trying to cram too much into her mouth. Her lips were moving, but that wasn't an efficient way to eat.

"You're doing it wrong, Yang. You should eat. It's going all over your plate."

She snickered a little, a quiet 'heh, you can try that stuff but he's too cute to know it'. Marble sighed softly.

"You lovebirds go and do your foreplay somewhere in his room, Yang. I don't need to see you doing indecent acts to the poor pancakes."

There was confusion in his eyes as he looked at Marble, as Yang laughed, before joining him in his lap again, her butt pressed against his erection, which hadn't gone down. It was something of a normal reaction, he guessed, because it happened whenever Yang was around and she was acting Yang-like.

"Open your mouth, Jaune. I'll feed you. Aaahhh."

She mimed, and he did as she asked. A good boyfriend did what his girlfriend asked, after all.

'Too sweet. Too much syrup.'

It hurt his teeth a little, feeling the pain simmer through his teeth at the sweetness that he tasted with her pushing the pancake into his mouth, biting down on it and chewing it slowly.

"Aww, you got some syrup on your face, honey."

She leaned forward and kissed his lip, her cheeks burning red, as she stared into his eyes, a small sigh escaping her mouth as she smiled.

"You're too cute. Now, eat your pancake, mister. We'll go and cuddle in your bedroom afterwards, like your sister suggested."

He looked at Yang and supposed that he should ask.

"Are we doing foreplay? Marble said that we should do that in my bedroom."

The question caught Yang off her guard as she seemed to be surprised, her eyebrows shooting up for a moment before she seemed to realize something, a laugh coming from her mouth at the thought of that, as she gently pushed the pancake to his mouth.

"No, not foreplay."

Her butt rubbed against his erection again. That was nice, because she was nice and warm and very much his girlfriend.

"I'm not very good at it, you know."

Yang laughed, as he took a bite of the pancake. She had offered it. The sugary sweet syrup was still too syrup-y for his tastes though. Too sweet for it indeed.

"You're perfect as you are, honey. Now…"

Marble walked past and then picked something up.

"Don't forget these, Yang. Not ready to be an aunt yet."

The pack of condoms looked freshly bought, since the wrapping was still on the box, Yang blushing red, as she looked at him, making an embarrassed sound that he could not really understand. There was nothing to be embarrassed about.

"I'll give her an orgasm next time. That's important. Yang, I'll do better next time we have sex."

Yang smiled at him, whilst Marble gave him a look, opening her mouth, Yang grabbing his sister's arm.

"He's just fine with how he's doing it, okay? We'll take it as slow as it needs to be, he's…"

Yang turned her head, and he was reminded of that time when they'd gotten the guns. She was vulnerable but also sexy.

"I'm her boyfriend. I'll work on it for as long as I need to. I don't want to lose her, Marble."

Yang looked like she was going to cry, and he felt a surge of panic.

"I'll try my best. I promise."

Yang smiled broadly, as she closed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair.

"I know someone who's just earned himself the double-Yang special, honey."

'There's a special?'

He didn't know whether there were two Yangs. Her father was a Yang, so maybe she had something in mind with him.

"I don't think your father is here?"

Yang blinked, before she laughed out loud.

"No, no… Don't worry about it, Jaune. I'll show you what I mean, a little later."

They walked into his bedroom, or more-or-less stumbled, with Yang dragging him to the bedroom and then stuffing a sock onto the door handle. He never really knew why she did that, but perhaps it was something that happened to be a cultural thing from Mister Xiao Long's side of the family? They were Asians, though Mister Taiyang looked like he could be from Europe, with only a very small trait in her. It showed more in Ruby, anyways.

"Now, Jaune… Get on the bed, please?"

Her shirt came off as she lifted it up, her breasts covered with a new bra with rose-vine patterns, the flowers covering the nipples. Her underwear was similarly patterned, his eyes watching as she advanced on him, the fingers pulling behind her and the bra was clicked off, Jaune watching quietly as Yang let it drop to the floor. He wanted to pick it up, but Yang seemed like she was trying her best to make him feel good.

"Two large Yangs for my man to bang, okay?"

She advanced and then started to work on his pants, humming the song with the funny little rhyme. She'd played it once in the car, when they had gone out fishing. Dixie, or something. She thought it was catchy.

"Hmmm... Just relax, Jaune. Let me take care of my brainy man."

What happened next was very thrilling and exciting, in Jaune's opinion.

Yang laid on his bed, the used condom already in the trashcan, groaning a little with that soft moaning that she did, as he got up and returned to work on the homework that she'd conveniently forget about until the last week.

"Just came in me, and right back to the PC to work on something… Ah, I've gotta pick em with a good heart but with greater work ethic… Come, hun… What're you working on?"

He had wanted to keep it a surprise, but she got behind him, leaning against him.

"Your homework. You would put it off and I figured that I would do it for you. You were very bad at this before the break. Summer mentioned it when I was over before the break started."

Yang gave a soft little sigh, kissing his neck.

"I don't deserve a good boyfriend like you. I'd have forgotten all about it."

She might have. Until the last day, at least. He had spared her that problem at least.

"You can do it. I'm nearly done."

She kissed the back of his neck.

"Damn… I've gotten myself a keeper. Doing my homework for me…"

He was not very fussed. Yang made him feel great, so he would do this for her so she wouldn't be too stressed. When she wasn't in a good mood, he worried.

"You're my girlfriend. I want to make you happy."

She kissed his neck again and sucked on it a little. She giggled.

"I'll make you very happy, big boy. Scoot back a little bit. I'm gonna give you some incentive."

She crawled under the desk and then grabbed his hips.

"Just keep on working. I'll try this out for a bit. Damn, I love you."

It was… pleasant. He tried to focus on getting back to work, as Yang got to work on him below.

'This… this is good.'

Girlfriends were amazing.

The sequel to 2020's well-received Summer Antics. Now we have School to worry about as well as the fallout of the Arc Family Dinner. Writing an autistic character is a challenge, because no autistic individual is the same.