I wasn't really reading the words as my eyes looked over the page. I had become boredom, or maybe boredom had become I. Whichever the case may be, the words were pointless to me and little more than squiggles on the page as my mind thought about nothing in particular.

"Blake! How's my favorite partner doing?" Yang asked, interrupting my peaceful boredom by coming into the dorm with the type of gusto I think they usually reserve for wrestlers. Even from my perch on my bed, I could smell the hint of alcohol on her breath, though it wasn't that bad. Probably two drinks, if my nose was functioning as it should. Her perfume threw it off sometimes, but she also had someone else's smell on her.

"I'm also your least favorite partner." I pointed out, trying to focus as hard as I could on my book. Not that I succeeded when Yang stepped up on her bed, giving me an incredibly awkward hug from the shoulders up and over the wooden bars to prevent me from falling. She was wearing her standard party attire of a long, low cut, white dress, though her hair and makeup was somewhat off.

"Nope! You're just my favorite~ Aaaand as my favorite, I demand you to tell me what you're reading!"

"It's an alternate history book where the faunus lost the revolution." I said, vaguely recalling some of the incredibly boring and mundane things that had been detailed. Just like real history, incidentally. So the author had points for accuracy, I suppose.

"Oh? We talking like, 'Ninjas of Love' type story, or more Oobleck's style? Maybe one where faunus women get dominated by a human women with their big, throbbing-"

"Oobleck's style." I answered quickly. Yang always knew how to get me to answer quickly, and it was by going as far as possible, with the least regard for her dignity that she could have. She had been challenged to the 'penis' game on more than one occasion and had handily won every time- only receiving detention once due to the 'penis' game, and to Professor Ozpin, surprisingly. Though I think he was just mad he'd lost.

"That's just disappointing." She groaned, stepping back to flat ground with a wobble. It was only when she took a step back that I realized what combination of smells were actually on her. The scent was something that I had smelled on my mother and father more than I would like, especially when they were fighting with each other. It was the stink of fish, sweat, and other smells I didn't feel like thinking about.

I was also certain that she had been with a faunus guy from the way that she walked to the bathroom.

I shook my head, before realizing that I had been reading-not-reading a book 'till 2 AM. I briefly wondered where Ruby and Weiss were before recalling that they were gone to practice duo missions on school's orders earlier today. Ren and Pyrrha were also gone, though I hadn't fully understood why it was that pair instead of Ren and Nora or Pyrrha and Jaune. I hadn't had time to ask.

Blinking and rubbing my eyes revealed just how tired I was. I stowed the book between the mattress and the wooden frame of the bed, slipped on my eye mask, and passed out before my head even had a chance to touch the pillow.

I dreamt of younger days. Better days, different days on Menagerie. When people weren't so angry, so… confused. Like I'd been. They were happy and just living their lives.

What struck me to my core, baffled me when I was younger, was that some faunus were willingly subservient to humans. Not because they were treated well, but because they truly believed that they- that we- were lesser creatures. Things that existed purely to serve humans however they could. And that… disgusted me. Even when I was young, I understood that my people came before all else. But that was something some faunus failed to grasp.

I remembered the first time I met Adam. I thought we were on the same wavelength. Equality for everybody. Not superiority, or special treatment. Normality was all I desired. I wanted Remnant to be a world where I could walk down the street without getting literally cat called, and just… sexually harassed normally like a normal woman?

Baby steps. One thing at a time.

I remember nearly vomiting when I helped Adam break out faunus women that had been captured as slaves. They'd been branded like cattle, some logo emblazoned over where their womb would be. It made me sick to think that another human could even do something like that. Apply the hot iron to someone that was basically just like them. Obviously I had seen Adam's brand, but it was different for him… right?

That raid on the faunus 'farm' was when I stopped questioning Adam and what he wanted. I did whatever he asked. Without question. Without remorse. But eventually it just became too much. I couldn't take not doing anything, but I couldn't take hurting innocent people either. It was overwhelming.

So I did the only thing that I could.

I ran away. I'd run away from my parents to help Adam, and I'd ran away from him. But I wasn't going to, not anymore. Not as a huntress. Not that I had any qualms about killing Grimm. Soulless beasts that existed for nothing more than the pain and suffering of humanity. No moral quandary there. Literal monsters, even from an objective viewpoint. Nobody was saying that we should have Grimm as our masters or that we should worship them as gods. Unless they were crazy.

And then… there was just me and Adam. Alone. It'd been a long time since I'd seen him. Ever since the train we hadn't talked. Nothing on my burner Scroll, no secret communication… nothing. I wanted to tell him that I was sorry. That I should have stopped him earlier. Talked to him, instead of just running away or mindlessly listening to him.

But before I had a chance to say anything, I saw him mouth in the void of the dream, where there was no sound except the beating of my heart, "Traitor."

That was all I needed to break. All I needed to cry, sob. Nothing more or less than just that one word that describes me for who I was- who I am.

I awoke. Or arrived at somewhere near waking. All time and no time had passed since I closed my eyes, that were now wet with tears. Even as the dream faded away, I could still feel the self loathing. The living hypocrisy that I knew I was. The funny part is I was better at handling it than I used to be. I didn't take out my anger on anybody else, and I was at peace with that. I knew one day I'd… get over being a traitor, even if I never stopped being one. Time heals all wounds, so they say.

Yang's snoring had - thank the gods- improved during our time at Beacon, because now her snores were more at white noise levels than the jet engine foley work they'd been before. Now, it was just an indicator that I was safe. I was with her. And for as much as I'd never tell her, I loved her like a sister. And I knew she felt the same way towards me.

But even as my sister, I had… unfinished business. I'd been 'enthralled' as much as one could be in an alt history book, and had left some things alone which needed tending to in private time. Important events that I had been planning to enact while Yang was gone last night but had forgotten about. Things of a nature which I was certain Yang couldn't hear in her slumber.

I slid my hand down my pants, feeling my mound as I listened to Yang's breathing. Soft, even breaths meant that she wasn't being disturbed. I slowly moved my fingers over my lower lips, biting my lip. It'd been a few days since I last did this, and I was more sensitive than usual. I could feel my twat getting wetter even from just that. I didn't want to go this fast, but since I didn't want to wake up Yang…

I dipped my finger inside and my hips rocked against my will. Had I always been this sensitive? This wet? It had been a few days but not that long. And I was never this easy. Usually it took, well, at least a few minutes. I grit my teeth as I pushed my finger a little further inside. I came just from that, squirting inside my pajamas before I even had a chance to grab the emergency tissues. My pussy clenched around my finger, and I started finger fucking myself through the orgasm.

I threw my head back when I brushed my thumb against my clit, and I knew I was dangerously close to moaning. But I couldn't stop, I just couldn't brace myself for the wall of pleasure. Fuck it felt so good, it was like I was high again-

The door clicked open and I have never moved so fast, covering myself with my blanket as fast as I could. I was so concentrated on… the um… the moment, and making sure Yang didn't wake up, that I didn't register that someone had actually been knocking on the door and talking.

I grit my teeth as my pussy kept pulsing, cumming even after my hand was gone and ruining my favorite pajamas and my orgasm. For the moment I just had to bear through it.

"...Blake?" Jaune asked, looking concerned. "Are you sick? I um… Ruby told me to do this. She wanted me to check on you, make sure you're okay while they're gone." He said, holding up his phone like it was some kind of evidence. He smelled… musky? He hadn't showered yet today, and I could tell. It wasn't a bad smell, it was just a smell. Sort of like what my dad smelled like sometimes. "Blake? Hello?" He half whispered, I think trying his best to not wake Yang- which was frankly impossible even when you were trying to do it.

I flinched when he touched my shoulder and hissed. His touch felt razor hot to me, like he'd just branded me with an iron. "Don't touch me!"

It took me a moment to blink and realize what I'd said, and I immediately regretted my response when I saw his look. Puppy dog eyes from a golden retriever that had just been kicked after fetching a stick was the best way to encapsulate what Jaune looked like. He was just following orders from Ruby, ones that were well meaning with her heart in the right place.

"S-sorry." I said, looking away. I couldn't even look him in the face. "Just a bad dream. I'm a little sensitive right now."

I winced at my diction. I definitely was sensitive, but that is not what I was looking to say at the moment. I was looking for more along the lines of… I have no idea.

"Oh. Nora's sometimes like that when she has nightmares. Want to talk about it?"

I shifted uncomfortably, made absolutely clear of my pajama bottom's drenched state again. I'd probably have to sneak out to the laundry room tonight… sheets were collateral as well, from what I could feel. All because I was a little more sensitive than normal.

"If you don't want to, that's fine, I just figured I'd offer since, you know, we're friends." Jaune said, taking a step back, holding the back of his head with a hand as if to protect it from attack.

I thought for a moment.

"Give me a moment to get dressed." I said, unable to stop my eyes from double checking that I was fully covered- at least to his eyes- and that he was unable to see any evidence of the activities that had just taken place.

"Sure. I'll be in my dorm. Text me whenever."

And then Jaune left. I lifted the covers and assessed the damages. It was worse than I feared. I could smell the reek of sex all over me, my nose twitching just as the smell wafted up. Luckily Yang would be in the bathroom for the rest of the day or just out, so I wasn't worried about her smelling it, but I didn't feel like coming back to it later.

I sighed. This was going to be a problem for future Blake, and future Blake hated past Blake with a passion because she did things like this that just made her life infinitely harder for no reason. Just like how past Blake had cummed her brains out and screamed at Jaune because he was just being concerned.

I growled. Taking a look at my Scroll-

WHY THE FUCK WAS IT 7 AM?

I was going to fucking strangle Ruby when she got back. Well meaning my ass, she just wanted to make sure I wasn't sleeping in! ON A WEEKEND! That little… whatever.

I could never stay angry at her for long. Honestly? She was just too cute to remain enraged at. Seeing her sad was fifty times worse than seeing Jaune after I'd perhaps unduly lashed out at him. I would say Ruby's skills of getting what she wanted were genetic, but Yang's version of the puppy dog eyes trick only worked on guys, so if it was something Ruby inherited, it was on the mother's side.

I walked in a sort of daze to the shower. My mind felt fuzzy for some reason, I couldn't focus. It was like last night but worse. I stripped and turned the heat of the shower up to its limit. But even when I let it run for longer than a moment, it still didn't feel hot enough. I briefly wondered if Yang had used up all the hot water, but remembered that she still reeked of the night before. Even more strongly, now that I thought about it. So she hadn't used the water, and since every dorm room had its own heater…

That gave me pause. I examined the steam coming off the shower floor, watching as it drifted upwards, fogging the air. It wasn't that the water was cooler than normal. It was that I was hotter than normal. Was I sick? That could explain the fuzziness, my poor decision making, and my temperature. But I didn't really feel sick. I felt good. Like I had energy. I hadn't felt energetic in bed, really, but now that I was up I felt… awake.

I stepped into the shower and it felt no different with the water pounding on my back. It felt as it had on the back of my hand and palm, barely lukewarm. The knob didn't even go any further. I cleaned myself as I continued musing.

If I was sick, and my body was heating up in response, usually I would feel cold as well, since that's the body's way of fighting off disease. To sweat it out, burn it. But that wasn't the case, and even when standing in the bathroom without my clothes, I'd felt perfectly fine, warm, even.

As I moved to wash my breasts I gasped. Apparently they were more tender than usual as well. I squeezed them, hoping that I wouldn't find any lumps, and finding nothing except that they felt… slightly larger than usual?

I was compiling a list of increasingly bizarre symptoms.

I finished up in the shower as quickly as I could. Yang was still asleep when I stepped back into the dorm, her attire more revealing than even she intended. While I let my hair dry I fixed her wardrobe malfunction and pulled my clothes out from my drawers. I slipped on my usual outfit.

Or, at least attempted to. It was more difficult than usual, especially given that I'd put them on the day before. I had to practically squeeze myself into my bottoms. Looking at my derriere and hips, they didn't feel any bigger. My stomach felt as flat as always and my diet was unchanged. I had been exercising more, not less, since Yang kept pestering me into working out with her.

"Gods I hope my ass doesn't look fat in this…" I murmured.

"It does, but that's the best part."

I flinched at Yang's unprompted opinion being given. She was smirking, looking as smug as someone hungover from a night of drinking and fucking the night before could be. So… reasonably smug, actually. But that wasn't the point.

"I appreciate the opinion, Yang." I said, rolling my eyes. "How long were you awake?" I asked.

"Let's see… I woke up during the middle of you groping these?" Yang said, grasping her chest like some sort of adult actress. "Not that I can blame you, but really Blake. You should know that consent matters. Now if you touched the hair? Deeeaaaaath!" She said, putting on her best scary face, her fingers curling as she stuck her tongue out. But with her current level of dress, it looked more like she was trying hard to look as if she was cumming her brains out, with her upturned eyes and curled fingers. She looked… erotic today?

I did not want to add homosexuality to the growing list of symptoms.

"I-I was just fixing your top! It was… in disarray."

"You can just say my tits were out, Blake. I trust you." Yang snorted. "Grope 'em any time. But only if I can do the same to your- butt!"

I sidestepped her crab-like pinch with her fingers, tsking as I strode away, my derriere safe. She tapped her fingers together menacingly.

"Hypocrite!" Yang yelled, probably shaking her fist as I left the room. I smiled at the thought.

After sending Jaune a quick, "I'm ready." message, I waited outside the door, only to hear him scuttling around in his dorm room for a moment before finally coming to the door.

Frankly, the smell that momentarily wafted through the door was enough for me to know exactly what sort of activities he had been doing earlier. Even with my attempt to stop my nose from scrunching, I simply couldn't stop my body.

Jaune's face fell as he saw me do it.

"Sorry, I just took a quick shower, but-"

"It's not you." I said, giving him a half truth. "Yang brought something foul smelling back last night and I can smell it from here."

"Oh. Okay. So… did you want to grab breakfast?" Jaune offered.

Breakfast was on the top of my least favorite words list. It was followed by moist, twat, spiker, and darling. Having breakfast meant that I was awake early enough for it not to be lunch or dinner, and that was never good.

But I could go for some food. I was feeling peckish.

"Sure." I answered.

It was an awkward walk with Jaune to the dining hall. He looked as if he was waiting for me to say something, probably about my dream, but I hadn't come up with a good excuse or lie yet. He was being considerate, which always made my life harder. If he didn't care or hadn't asked me to do this, there wouldn't be a problem, but now I would have to come up with something.

"You don't have to tell-"

"I'm just thinking." I responded too fast. He literally just gave me an out, which was… considerate of him.

Bastard.

Fine. I had been in espionage. I had been in the White Fang. I could tell a simple lie. Spin a story based on truth. It wasn't as if Jaune was going to grill me about it either. Because he was considerate. So maybe being considerate isn't all that bad. He was even making sure to keep his distance. Though, that was probably because I lashed out at him for that earlier. I had to fix that first. Stop running.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to… respond like that."

"Oh, that? It's fine. I shouldn't have done it to begin-"

"It's not fine." I said, interrupting Jaune and stopping in front of him. "You were being a good friend, and that's not something you should be hissed at for! You were just being considerate!"

Jaune backed up a little, holding his hands up. "Then… you were wrong?" He offered. I could smell his nervousness. I scoffed. Falling back in line with him. He was right, but that wasn't the take away I wanted. Though what take away did I want him to have? What would Yang say?

"Jaune." I said, stopping again. Yang wouldn't think through her actions. She'd do whatever she thought was right, no matter the consequences.

I grabbed Jaune's hand and placed it on my shoulder. His hand felt large, soft, and… cool on my shoulder. Not exactly the sensation that I'd been expecting.

"I'm not going to hiss at you if you touch my shoulder. You're my friend, I trust you. Got it?"

Jaune looked more confused than anything else, but he nodded slowly. He kept glancing at his hand in disbelief before he pulled it away.

"Just don't touch the goods and you're fine." I smiled, thinking of Yang just a few minutes ago.

"...goods?" I heard him mutter under his breath before jogging to catch up to me.

"Chest, butt, or crotch." I clarified with a smirk.

"Uh… I didn't have any plans of doing that, but got it?"

"Excellent!"

"...excellent?" Jaune questioned.

"It is, indeed, a word. Don't wear it out or slander it."

"I wasn't really saying anything against it, I-"

"Good. There's no reason to marginalize perfectly good words. Get it?"

I stopped and made sure to watch Jaune nod before letting us continue.

"Good."

Getting food wasn't long. There was almost no one else there. It was painful not to have my usual salmon and rice, but I made do with breakfast cereal. Usually it was far too sugary for my taste, but today was different. I simply felt like having it for whatever reason. I saw Jaune also pour out a bowl from the dispenser, remembering that he was quite the fan of it. I'd seen him in a hoodie with the logo on it occasionally. I raised an eyebrow when he dumped a lump of sugar intended for coffee into the bowl. I could smell the sugar even without my genetics, it was overbearing.

"Oh, I thought you didn't like Pumpkin Petes." He mentioned as we both sat down across from each other at the table. Which was surprisingly annoying to do given its ridiculous length. I'd seen Ruby and Yang on more than one occasion simply jump over the table as to not have to walk all the way around- to varying degrees of success. One one occasion it had almost led to a trip to the infirmary, and I think it should have, but Yang was too prideful to go, even with tears in her eyes.

I saw Jaune willing to go the long way around and took the hit for him. Leaping over the table in a single hop so he wouldn't have to walk. I sat down with my food and dug in before he was seated. Too hungry not to.

"So uh… Are you doing okay, Blake? You're acting a little strange today." He asked, nudging his cereal with his spoon. Stirring it like he was making soup.

"I feel great. What makes you say that?" I asked him, slurping up the milk along with the sweet sugar. I licked my lips clean of the sticky substance, reveling in its taste. How did I not have this cereal more?! It tasted amazing!

"I'm just uh… Did I mention I lived with seven sisters?" He asked, as if I hadn't already heard that.

"Of course. Ruby's mentioned that a few times." I said, insulted. Did he really think I didn't know such a simple and base level thing about him? We had been friends for more than a year. It was expected that I would know if he had any siblings.

"I'm just wondering if um… if the Mistralians have landed?" He looked around before he said that, as if someone was listening to our conversation when the closest people were at least thirty feet away and weren't faunus.

"What does that even mean?"

"I'm asking if… you killed a Grimm." He said, even more uncomfortably.

"Jaune, you've seen me kill Grimm. What are you getting at…?"

I could no longer eat my cereal in peace and put my spoon down in my cereal.

"I'm asking if you've seen the red moon."

"I've never seen a red moon." I answered flatly.

"Have… are you on your period?" He asked, his face close enough to mine that I could feel his breath on my face and smell his scent clearly. I had to stop my nose from twitching.

"My… my period? Are you seriously asking if I'm on my period? Are you just stupid?"

He winced but I kept going.

"Jaune, faunus don't have periods. Did you not learn that in sex-ed? "

"I-I wasn't sure. And no, we didn't have sex-ed on faunus at my school. There were hardly any faunus where I lived." He said, his eyes looking around like anyone was actually listening to this stupid conversation. Not that anybody was. I could tell. But this gave me an important question.

"Why do you think I'm on my period? Is it because I'm actually fucking talking to you? Because normally I never do because I don't have any interest in you? Is that why? Because 'outcast Blake' from the White Fang can't just have a normal conversation with you? Even though we talked literally yesterday and you lent me a book? Fine." I said getting up with my cereal and sitting at the table directly behind me, my back to him as I continued to slurp at my breakfast.

I could hear him scramble to get up and walk around the table, and I could see him walking down the table aisle long before he got to me. I refused to look at him. How dare he accuse me of being on my period.

"I'm asking if you were on your period because I wasn't sure if something happened. You never told me about your dream, either. You're acting really strange today, Blake. That was part of the reason Ruby asked me to check on you."

"So now Ruby doesn't know sex-ed?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"No, she was just saying that you looked distracted before they left and she didn't know why. I talked to Yang yesterday too and she said the same thing."

"I'm not doing anything in the White Fang if that's what you're worried about." I said, exasperated. I slid over the first table we sat at and left Jaune. I heard him curse under his breath. I didn't try to run away from him because I wasn't running away. I was just leaving promptly. I slowed my walk, waiting for Jaune to catch up.

I could tell his stamina had improved and that Pyrrha had put in work. He didn't have to hide his heavy breathing when he ran anymore.

"Blake, why don't we go to the pier? You like it there, right?"

"Fine." I said, trying to show him that I was annoyed. I didn't want to go, but if it would appease him I would.

"Okay. Did you read the book I lent you? What did you think of it?"

This fucker was changing the topic as if what we were talking about hadn't just happened. "Oh, so now you don't want to talk about my period?! What do you want me to say, Jaune? That it stopped?!"

I could feel my voice rising but I couldn't help it. I couldn't believe what he was putting me through.

"Fine, then. My period stopped allllll because of you, Jaune. Happy?" I said, punctuating him with a poke on the middle of his broad chest. I could tell other people were watching us now and I didn't care.

I did care about one thing I heard. It was from a girl that thought she was just out of earshot, but I could hear her very clearly. I strode over to her, my heels clicking on the floor in a room that had just fallen dead silent. I pushed past a small line of people until I found her. The one that had said it.

"I am not pregnant with Jaune Arc's 'baby' you fucking skank! You think I can't smell the scent of three other guys on you?! Yeah, bro," I said, playfully punching her boyfriend in the arm, "Your bitch's been playing with other guys! I can practically taste their semen in her mouth. And if my nose isn't wrong- and it never is- she's got someone's baby in her belly, and I have a reaaaaallly strong feeling that it's not yours. Hope that helps!"

I left them in the dust. I wasn't running. It's not running if you hadn't ever considered them a threat to begin with.

"Come on, Jaune." I said, pulling him along. We were going to the pier now, and at this point it was whether he liked it or not. I felt his hand on my own, dangling more than actually doing his share of work as I practically yanked him along. It felt pleasurably cool on my own hand, just like it had on my shoulder.

I involuntarily shifted my grip and squeezed his hand. It's not like anyone saw me do it, and Jaune didn't even say anything after I did.

"Blake, I really don't think you're-"

I stopped us both and put a finger to his lips- which were also cool and surprisingly soft.

"I am not on my period, faunuses don't have fucking periods. Suggest it one more time and I'm castrating you like a dog." I threatened, looking in his eyes to make sure that he really got the message.

He swallowed. "Y-yes, Blake."

I blinked. We were outside the dining hall, with a few people looking at us through the window.

What the fuck had just happened?

I wasn't going to the pier any more. I wasn't going anywhere with Jaune.

I didn't even say anything as I bolted back to my dorm. I had no idea why I said any of those nasty things. Why did I say all those awful, nasty things to Jaune? He was wrong, but was his heart in the wrong place? Was him asking if I was on my period really that big a deal?

I didn't know, and couldn't say as I unlocked my dorm room door to find Yang getting ready to go out again. Probably to have sex with some dirty faunus.

"Going out to go get fucked again, whore?" I asked her, brushing past her to get on my bed.

Why the hell did I just say that?

I stopped climbing into my bed when Yang grabbed my arm.

"What did you just say?"

"A-Are you going out to get fucked by some dirty faunus stud? Gonna get knocked up and bred like the bitch you are?"

Even as I said the fucking lines I questioned my sanity.

I saw emotions building on Yang's face when I quickly glanced at her. Rage. Confusion. And then-

"Holy shit Blake! Gods that was funny, you really got me for a second. Wow, can I like- can I record that? That was beautiful. I just- Ha!"

Yang busted her gut laughing, doubling over as she cackled. That… was not the response I'd been expecting.

"I was um… I was… yeah. Did I get you?" I said, feeling dead inside.

"Yeah. Damn, so faunus really can smell if you've had sex?" Yang asked, wiping away a tear from her eye.

"Yes…" I answered, covering my face. "It's pretty easy to tell, even if you've showered."

"So can faunus guys tell, too?"

"I'm not sure. I don't think male faunus have that level of heightened smell. It varies person to person, too. My dad can barely smell, but my mom's nose is better than mine."

"Anyway, yeah. I'm about-" She snickered and I winced. "'Go get fucked by some dirty faunus stud and knocked up like the bitch you are.'"

"Haha… yeah…"

"I know you weren't joking, Blake."

I gulped.

"Is everything okay? You were acting weird yesterday and today."

"I… am… fine. Sorry for calling you a cum guzzling whore skank that only exists to be bred." I said, sighing.

"You didn't say that, but apology accepted? Are you feeling okay?" Yang said, placing the back of her hand against my head. She winced and pulled it away, shaking it like I was on fire or something.

"Gods Blake you're burning up! Do you feel okay?" Yang asked, going to the bathroom and rummaging through the cabinet. I sat down in the chair, wondering that same question myself.

"I… don't know. I think I just called a random girl a skank and revealed she had an affair. And before that I was yelling at Jaune-"

I cringed at even just the memory of what I'd said to him.

Yang came back with water and a thermometer. "Turn around and drop your pants." She ordered.

I sighed, unbuttoned my shorts, and-

"Holy shit you actually are sick. Jeez Blake, that was a joke. Here."

I was feeling worse and worse the more I talked to Yang. I put the thermometer in the correct hole, and waited a few moments to the sound of urgent beeping. Yang looked at it, rubbed the tiny display with her thumb, and then put it back under my tongue.

She tapped her foot as she waited before it started beeping again, like my mouth was done, before taking a look at the temperature. She didn't even put it in my mouth this time and trashed it, mumbling as she went back into the bathroom.

"...Yang?" I asked, concerned that she hadn't shown me the temperature.

"One second! That thermometer has to be broken. There's the other one." She said with an air of triumph, and returned with another, almost identical thermometer. She stuck it in my mouth, waited, and pulled it out when it beeped. She looked at it, then me, then back at the number on the display.

"I have bad news Blake. You're clinically dead." She said, showing a display that read 105F/40.5C.

"What the hell? I feel warm but not that hot." I murmured.

"Oh trust me, gurl, you are that hot."

"Really, Yang? Now? Really?"

"Sorry not sorry." Yang said quickly. "But um… why don't we take you to the infirmary? That sounds like a good idea." She added, gently pulling on my arm. Even her touch made me… hotter. Her soft fingers and touch felt wonderful on my skin, and I wanted her to touch me more.

"I-I'm just going to sleep it off." I said, trying to pull her off me.

"Blake, you have a fever at a temperature that will literally boil your brain. We're going to the infirmary."

"No, we're not! I feel fine! Skank! Bitch! Cum slut!"

Yang didn't laugh this time, and her hold didn't waver. "Blake, we're going. You're not getting an option. I can bring you in alive… or humiliated. Come on your terms, or come on Yang's terms." She threatened.

"I'm not coming on anyone's terms."

I saw her facade flicker for a microsecond. "That was good, but we're not negotiating, Blake. If you don't come with me right now, I'm going to start sending that erotic Ninjas of Love smut that you've been writing which you think none of us know about to your father starting in… three minutes."

I couldn't breathe. "You-you knew?"

"Yeah. Honestly? Not bad. But that's neither here nor there. Two minutes and thirty seconds." She said, pulling out her Scroll with her other hand.

"Why not my mom? Why did I even ask, I already know the answer to that." I sighed.

"Because she'd be into it and thrilled that her little girl was so passionate about something. Come on Blake, I won't have any problem seeing your father knowing that you've written 'daddy's little cum slut loves you UwU', but will you?"

I seriously weighed my options at that moment.

"How did you…? Fine. I'll go." I said, pulling my arm away.

"Good, because I didn't know if you had before, and that was just a shot in the dark. Get bent, nerd. We're going to the doc!"

A/N: First off, I hope you enjoyed. This series has been in the making for the last ~5 months (although I think I've been talking to the commissioner for longer than that?). Second, there will be a chapter released every week on Thursday until it's fully posted.

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And lastly, I do commissions (of which this work was a commission, just one with a lot of creative freedom on my part). Instructions/rate are on my profile page if you have any interest.