Life is really unfair sometimes… You try so hard to get to bed early the day before classes start up for the new semester, but no, your body adamantly refuses to sleep. It probably has a lot to do with the whole, "Staying up until God-knows-when," thing, but still…

Though a lack of sleep meant a lot of negative things, one of the chart-toppers would be that you need to eat to stave off the complete lack of energy. And so, after several long hours of trying to find sleep in your scroll's clock, you slink out of bed trying not to wake your less insomniac teammates. You slip on some clothes and start heading to the kitchen area.

Somehow completely awake yet dead tired, you shun the dreadful light of the waking sun as it pours in through the windows. As you near the kitchen, you stop. Is… is that singing coming from inside? You check your scroll and see that it's not even six. Who else would be awake at this hour? And who would be singing? It's a clear, soft female voice, barely audible through the door. It couldn't be Weiss, could it? That'd be fun… But she wouldn't do much good in a kitchen…

Braving the noise, you open the door to discover dawn's songstress. A mass of yellow jumps up as you creak open the door.

"WOAH!" Yang cries, throwing a hand to her chest. Pausing to breath, she turns to confirm who just spooked her, then promptly turns around. "Oh, hey. Didn't expect anyone else to be awake this early..." Unlike you, she was still in a pair of yellow full-body pajamas covered in sunflowers; you've see Yang in her sleepwear, and it was always a tank top and short shorts, so it was a bit odd to see her completely covered. Especially after Ruby had had her stint in skimpy clothes, it was a strange coincidence to see the sisters swap styles.

You apologetically scratch your head. "Yeah, sorry. Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd get something to eat." Feeling it would never hurt to be nice, you say, "You look nice in those pajamas."

"Oh, thanks! I know you know I usually wear something a bit… me-ier, but Ruby got me these for the holidays. It gets cold at night down here, and these are super warm and comfy." Now no longer having a heart attack, Yang turns back to the counter. Several ingredients line up before her, as do several pans and bowls. "There's milk in the fridge, and I'm almost done with some stuff here, so if you want to make something just hold on."

You slide past Yang and fish out the milk from the fridge. Sitting down, you wait for the blonde to finish whatever it was she was cooking. This chance encounter is definitely going to make the morning go by quicker, so you're very thankful Yang is also up. Speaking of which, "Why are YOU awake this early?"

"Hmm?" Yang vocalizes, clearly not sure of what you're trying to say. "What do you mean? I'm always up this early."

"Really?" You may or may not have typecast Yang as the party girl that loves long nights out and even later mornings. "I just expected… I dunno."

Yang answers, "Force of habit nowadays. Kind of hard to sleep in when you're playing mommy to a baby Ruby."

Oh, right. Yang grew up without a mom and helped her dad raise Ruby. Even if you know better, you still forget that Yang is a lot more than she appears on the surface. She hides that part of herself well.

"Ah, I understand. Still, I don't suppose you prepare a feast every day." You motion to all the food in front of Yang. "Special occasion?"

"Eh, just first day back in class. I like cooking, and I wound up with some cute bento boxes from a friend, so why not?" Yang expertly flips a bunch of rice out and back into a skillet. "This should be about done. Want some? Fried rice isn't exactly the first thing you think of for breakfast, but…"

"That actually sounds great, thanks."

Yang gives one more flip before filtering her rice into some bento boxes; each box contained a handful of sections filled with different foods Yang had prepared. Once she's done, she places lids on all the boxes, stacks them, pours the rest of the rice onto some plates, then sits down with you to eat.

Yang passes you a fork and says, "Pardon the look. I'm skipping my morning workout today, so I haven't showered and put on makeup yet." She instinctively tries to hide behind her hair, probably a bit embarrassed about being seen before her beautification ritual.

You can't help but sneak a peek at Yang. She looks no different from normal, barring maybe a little mess in her hair; had she not mentioned it, you wouldn't have ever guessed she wasn't wearing makeup. Seeing the opportunity, you say, "You're not wearing makeup? Isn't that, like, illegal for me to see?"

Yan scoffs. "Look, I have an image to maintain. As far as everyone else is concerned, I'm not, 'me,' unless I'm hot."

"I seriously couldn't tell. You look as dare-I-say-hot as ever." You're careful to say, "Coming from a guy with two girlfriends. It's just the truth."

Yang brushes some of her hair out of her face and smiles. "Thanks. People don't usually get to see... this me. It's one benefit of being up early."

"I like this you as much as the other one. Maybe more," you tease. "God knows Weiss still needs to learn how to cook."

"Eat your rice, sweet talker." Yang gladly pushes your plate ever so closer, an unmistakable grin on her face.

You gladly accept a home cooked meal rather than a highly manufactured breakfast sandwich. As you take a bite of fried rice, you taste the bliss of a woman who knows what she's doing; Yang doesn't give off vibes that she'd be good at cooking, but the taste somehow washes away the fatigue from your sleep-deprived eyes. A glorious mixture of rice, eggs, and vegetables permeates throughout your tongue, revitalizing your exhausted body.

"God, this is good." You shovel more rice into your mouth, feeling as though you'd never eaten before.

"Thanks! It's always been one of our staples back at home; easy enough to make, and got Ruby to eat vegetables." Yang digs in herself, taking several bites of rice and chasing it with some water. "Oh, about that," she says, looking at you with a wide smile. "I've been meaning to thank you."

"F-" you choke, speaking before swallowing. Clearing your throat, you restate, "For?"

"For all you've done with Ruby." Yang looks out into the hall towards her dorm. Figuring out that Ruby has a 0% chance of being out there, she clarifies, "She was always super shy and never talked to anyone. I know I kinda forced you into it, but you seriously helped her break out of her shell." Yang looks off to the side. "Well, two ways. One, she'd never had a guy friend aside from the questionably-manly Jaune. Two, thanks to you, people can actually see how hot she is; before you got to her, she'd never wear anything that showed skin. She was never gonna find somebody like that."

"Always happy to be of service," you laugh.

"No, really. I was seriously worried about her coming to Beacon two years early. She has enough trouble making friends with people her age, let alone two years older than her."

"That's pretty evident. I'm still surprised she got to be leader."

"You, me, AND her. Plus Weiss, Blake, and everyone else." Yang laughs a little herself. "She's full of surprises, isn't she?"

"Definitely. When Weiss and I trained with her, we were completely taken by surprise."

"That's my sister for you." Yang's warm smile suddenly shifts to a more smug smirk. She narrows her eyes and postulates, "But that's not the only surprise with her lately~"

You're not too sure what to think about that tone… Raising an eyebrow, you finish your rice and ask, "Meaning?"

Yang scoffs before speaking. "Please, you know what I'm talking about: her outfit the other day!"

"Oh, that…"

"What do you mean, 'Oh, that!?' You saw how banging she looked! I'm her sister and never saw her wear ANYTHING like that!" Yang playfully punches your shoulder, nearly shattering it with her strength. "That's all you, boy! You said she looked hot in a bikini and now she's suddenly bringing the girls out!" Yang grabs her boobs and gives a playful squeeze. Seeing you look away blushing, she laughs and deftly undoes several buttons on her top to tease. "Aw, cool it, I'm not even in my sexy pajamas. Blake and Weiss aren't even awake yet, it's fine!"

"Best to be careful," you reply, doing your absolute best not to stare at Yang's boobs. Blushing, you also try not to think about Ruby's boobs in her tiny tank top.

"Seriously, thank you for that."

"You're THANKING me for that?"

"Heck yeah, I am! It's great seeing my sister realize how attractive she is! And it seems she's enjoying herself~"

You feel like Yang is somehow leading you into a trap. It feels like she's trying to get you to agree to something, only for her to actually be angry at you because of it.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know about YOU, but I wear cute clothes so cute people notice. Methinks Ruby might be giving people a little peek at what's under all those skirts~"

Dwelling on about it, Ruby DID take a meandering path through downtown Vale on your walk, as if making sure to walk where people would see her. And she DID spend a little too much time bent over that ice cream chest in a pair of booty shorts in full view of you and the young, handsome, male cashier. If Yang was right, then maybe Ruby REALLY likes dressing a bit sexier, moreso than just confidence. This is nice information to have, though in front of Yang probably isn't the best place to think about it.

Deciding not to tell Yang about Ruby's bending over, you finish your rice. "Man, that was good. Perfect for no sleep."

"Well, it won't keep you up through Port's lectures…" Yang cranes her head to look at all of the other food she'd prepared. "But, it's something. Let's see… I got a bunch of extra chow mein and some pot stickers left over. You're welcome to them if you want."

"You truly are an angel, you know that?" Seeing as your rapport with Yang was growing ever closer, you see no harm in messing with her a bit. If she can undo a few buttons, you can throw some compliments her way.

"Oh, stop. I just made a bunch of extra food."

"Well, I WAS brought to this kitchen in particular by the glorious sounds of a siren song, as well."

That comment actually manages to fluster Yang. She blushes and weakly says, "Oh, you heard that?" It's really cute to see someone as in control as Yang get embarrassed. Morning Yang truly was a different person; everyone who saw Yang normally would never see the blonde sing, cook, wear modest clothes, and get a little red. You wonder why she hides this side of herself, or whether her team knows about it.

"Yeah, kinda. The half-awake state made it seem like, surreal. Seeing it was YOU really made it feel like a dream."

Yang looks down at her empty plate. Almost as a whisper, she says, "Yeah, I kinda like to sing when I'm alone, especially when cooking. Kinda goofy, isn't it?" That particular question lacks any of the confidence you've come to expect from Yang, "Bombshell of Beacon," Xiao Long.

"Not really. I'm surprised more than anything. You have a nice voice." Yang looks away from you, smiling in a way quite unfamiliar to you, at least for her. "What were you singing?"

Finding her lost confidence, Yang looks back at you and answers, "Oh, nothing. There's this pop artist I like that redid one of her old songs, but slow and sorta melancholy– she calls it a Ghost Note Deconstruction. The original is like, 'Woo, live free, party hard, die young!' and now it's sorta, 'Live a life you won't regret because it might get cut short,' and it… well, it– SHE resonates a lot with me. Huntress and all."

"You know, that is a lot more explanation than I was expecting. That sounds pretty awesome."

"Yeah, it is. It was one of my favorite songs back when I was a bit more wild, but now it's got a bit more to it, you know?"

"You're telling me you're less wild now?"

"I do a lot less clubbing." Seeing your face, she angrily says, "I DO! There was this one time where I went into this one place called Junior's…"

Yang spends the rest of the morning telling you about her, "wilder," days (which were less than 6 months ago) and how she, on multiple occasions, destroyed nightclubs. You go back and forth about what you did prior to Beacon and the kinds of trouble you got into (which was none, especially compared to her). She also sends you a link to the song she was singing; much like Yang herself, the artist was well known for appearing as an airhead party girl, but in reality was intelligent and hid a lot of herself. You understand why her music and remixes would resonate with a girl like Yang, as she had a lot underneath her flashy exterior. You walk away closer to class starting with a new appreciation for her, plus some home-cooked lunch.

You then fall asleep about three minutes into class. You miss nothing of value.