Thanks to Antonslavik20 for the idea!
(Joan PoV)
I sat on my bunk, my book lying on my legs. I hummed to my self as I flipped through the pages, not paying attention to my surroundings –when I really should have. Because I wasn't paying attention, I never heard the door to my dorm creak open and close.
Oblivious to the presence slowly approaching, I continued to hum as I turned a page and kept reading. After a while, I sat up and started to stretch, my back somewhat sore from hunching over, and the other person in the room decided to make their presence known.
"Joan?" a voice asked from behind me. I let out a startled shriek and launched off of my bed, my arms flailing and my book going flying, and dropped onto the floor with a painful-sounding thud. Blake rushed over to my side in an instant, a guilty look on her face.
"Are you okay?!" she asked, sounding slightly panicked. I just continued to stare at the ceiling for a bit before replying. "Ow…." I wheezed out. Blake placed her left hand on the flat of back and helped me sit up. I gave her a small, thankful smile, before my vision settled on my book, lying a few feet away.
Blake followed my vision, and an interested look appeared on her face. "What were you reading?" she asked me in her usual quiet, almost timid voice. I felt the gallons of blood rushing to my cheeks. "Nothing!" I shouted in a high pitched voice, a little too quickly. Blake smirked and walked over the fallen book, before kneeling down and picking the discarded object up and turning it over.
(Blake PoV)
I felt myself stiffen in shock as I read the title of the book Joan was reading. Ninjas of Love. I turned my gaze to my appalled girlfriend, and seeing her bright red face, I smirked.
"I never knew you were that kind of girl Joan!" I said, grinning as her face turned even redder. Joan covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, and groaned. Feeling slightly bad for Joan, I gently pulled her hands from her face. When she looked up at me, I kissed her. I smiled even more as I felt Joan melt into the kiss.
When we finally broke the kiss, Joan's face was slightly less red than she had been. When the door opened, the two of us jumped and our heads swiveled to see a very red-faced Pyrrha. "I'm sorry!"