A guest floated the idea of Yang actually being able to tell the time by looking at Blake's eyes, so have this fluffy Bumblby followup set post-canon. Enjoy!


"Yang," a voice says quietly. A hand gently shakes her shoulder. "Yang, it's time to wake up."

"Go 'way," comes the sleepy groan, and the hand on her should is clumsily shoved away. "C'mon, five more minutes."

"You've already said that twice," Blake chides fondly, one hand patting her partner's cheek. "C'mon, get up already, sleepyhead."

Yang moans again but this time she slowly and reluctantly cracks her eyes open, glancing up into her partner's face with a sleepy grin—that immediately falls from her face as she meets her partner's eyes and immediately flies into a panic, scrambling to check her scroll. "Shoot! I'm going to be late!"

She all but sprints to the bathroom to get ready, leaving Blake shaking her head in exasperation. "I tried to warn her."

It is notable how Yang somehow knew she was running late the second she looked into Blake's eyes.

Later, when Yang has returned from her appointment and is no longer so flustered about being late, Blake decides to ask her. "So, I was wondering," she begins, kissing Yang's cheek before pulling back to look her partner in the eye. "How did you know that you were running late just by looking at me?"

"Hmm?" Yang hums in reply, looking slightly confused before her expression clears with understanding. She blushes slightly. "Oh, from your eyes. I could tell it was almost time for me to be leaving, and way past time for me to be getting up.

"Oh." Blake frowns slightly. "I thought you weren't trying to do that anymore?"

She hasn't forgotten how annoying Yang's little habit had been back when they were at Beacon.

"Not really," Yang replies with a shrug. "I mean, I don't know, it was just like I looked and I just automatically knew." She grins at her. "I guess we're just more in sync these days."

"I guess so," Blake says, returning the smile. "So, how was your day?"

"Oh, you know, the usual, not too bad," Yang replies, sounding distracted as she heads for the kitchen. "Hey, what's for dinner?"

"Nothing cooked by you!" Blake calls after her. Yang's—well, lack of cooking ability is an ongoing source of amusement in their household. "I thought we'd order in tonight, for a change."

"Sounds good to me!"


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