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Beacon's very fun. Jaune thought as he sat at one of Beacon's cafeteria tables. He was eating a cheesesteak with fries. As he took a bite, he reminisced his very short time in Beacon, seeing as he wasn't even done with his first year here.

It was fun. If only—

"…xcuse me."

Jaune was interrupted from his thoughts as he took a look around him. He was with his close friends and teammates, NPR and sister team RWBY. As he cranked his head, he noticed that Ruby was the one talking to him.

"Yes, Ruby?"

Ruby stammered. "Uh..uhh… Are you reall—"

"Are you actually a dude?" Yang asked him. The brawler already knew, but she didn't let it sink in until after the spar. And now that some time has passed and adrenaline dropped, she was shocked, to say the least.

Jaune sighed. Another day, another one doubted his gender.

"Yes, I am actually a guy, and no, I am not lying to mess with you."

"Then why are you wearing a female uniform? Better yet, where did you get one?" Weiss asked.

"Because I like to cross-dress, and for the second question, I asked the teachers to replace my male uniform with female ones." Jaune explained.

"And… why do you want to cross-dress? Don't get me wrong, your hobbies are your hobbies. I just want to… know why…?" Yang trailed off.

"While that is a very personal question…" he raised a hand to the rest of his audience's apology. "I can answer that." He then pulled off a serious face – which looked more cute than intimidating.

"It started off simple enough. My sisters liked to dress me up as a kid: it started with a simple skirt. Then a blouse. Before I knew it, they were putting makeup on me, buying me new costumes that differed in themes," She took a moment to drink a glass of water, and looked around to make sure that only his friends are the ones able to hear it.

"Then I got curious. I started wearing it for myself. Posing in front of a mirror, ordering online for some costumes, and going out, pretending to be someone else. Thankfully, my family seemed to accept it, although my dad was more indifferent to it, like he just accepted that it was a quirk of mine." Here is where he grimaced.

"The same could not be said for the female members of my family though. They were excited, like really excited." He shuddered.

Memories of eight menacing figures stood before him. Wide grins. Glowing eyes. The silhouette of clothing and the flapping sounds as they approached him.

"Anyway… after the costumes, I got interested in other things. Make-up, accessories, dressing up, looking at magazines – the whole shebang." He pulled of the last syllable with a tang, like a valley girl accent.

He remembered the moments when he was out shopping with his sisters. Of looking through the catalog of clothing that thinks will fit him. About asking the staff members if there were clothing his size.

It didn't help that he was a little runt and that you couldn't tell if he was actually a boy. After all, if it sounds like a girl, and looks like a girl…

"And then, the second reason was that I enjoyed the process. I enjoyed the feeling of putting on lipstick, of powdering my cheeks, styling my hair, and everything else. I took delight in the fact that I could look better than other girls, and I take a moment every now and then to remind them of that." He took a moment to look smug if front of his female friends, much to their chagrin.

Because it was true, wasn't it? No matter what excuses they came up with, from them having a bad day, to being in denial and saying that Jaune was wearing make-up. They could no longer deny the fact that he was more beautiful than most girls they'd ever met – even themselves.

For Ruby, she secretly took pride in being cute. How could she not? Whilst back in Patch, Yang had always been the beautiful one. She'd always have followers and admirers. And so, Ruby took every compliment she could get. Even though she doesn't show it, being called cute made her preen on the inside, and Jaune just stole looks from everyone as if he wasn't even trying.

For Weiss, she takes a long amount of time to get ready. Half an hour of showering minimum. Fifteen minutes of combing her hair, three minutes to get dressed, two minutes of make-up, and ten minutes to spend convincing the rest of her team to hurry up before they get late for the nth time.

Blake had never really tried to seriously apply makeup for herself. Oh sure, she knew how to do it, but apart from the rudimentary skills that her mom taught her before she ran away, and the espionage style that the female members of the White Fang taught her – because there's no way Adam would've allowed Blake to seduce anyone except himself – she didn't know much. Besides, she wore a Grimm mask most of the time, so what was the point? Now, though? Now, she wished she knew how to do it.

Yang was beautiful. She knew it. Her friends knew it. Her classmates in Beacon and Signal knew it. Anyone else who just saw her on the sidewalk knew it. Basically, anyone with a brain is aware of how pretty she is. And Jaune? Jaune took one look at her beauty and said "lmao".

Seriously, if it weren't for the fact that Jaune already had a semblance, they would've thought that he had a beauty-enhancing one.

Pyrrha didn't mind that much seeing as she's too considerate for that, and Nora's… Noraness renders her immune to anything like jealousy not involving pancakes, sloths, and Ren.

"The third and final reason is that…" Everyone on the table leaned forward.

"Because I'm cute!" Jaune exaggerated his movements to look cute and even tilted his head while beaming.

The sound of heads banging on the table made him cackle on the inside. Oh, how he loved messing with people.

"Now, while I would like to toot my own horn some more, I need to excuse myself." He rose up from his seat and started cat-walking towards a certain table.

"Ohhh, dear…" Pyrrha worried voice did nothing for Blake's smirk.

…

Cardin thought he was on top of the world.

Being the son of a high-ranking individual is already a guaranteed silver spoon in his mouth. Being the son of a Councilman of Vale? That's not just a golden spoon, that's a crystal ladle with diamond embedded in them.

If that wasn't enough, he was also a student in Beacon. Just graduating from this academy would have guaranteed good job prospects, seeing as huntsman are always in demand. But fortunately, he and his team were guaranteed to get safe jobs whilst also being profitable and challenging. His father made sure of it.

So, a member of a powerful family, a student in a prestigious school, and guaranteed job prospects upon graduation. Of course, he thought he was on top of the world!

He'd never expected someone to push him down from the top, but that's always what goes through every mind of the people who were victims of getting pushed off. They never see the hit coming.

The first instance is when the surroundings became just a bit quieter instead of the jeers of other people surrounding him.

The second warning came when groans that sounded like his friends' were heard.

The final one was when he saw his surroundings spin.

Huh? What happ—and that was his last thought before he blacked out.

…

Jaune clenched his fist and threw a light jab at Dove.

The Dove was sent flying.

He backpedaled a bit and did a high kick at Russel's chin.

The mohawk boy did a flip before falling on his back, knocked out.

The trap turned his head to Sky Lark, and he flashed towards him before punching his throat, taking him out of the non-existent fight.

All of this happened in under five seconds.

This fact reminded everyone that despite how harmless he portrays himself to be, how weak and frail and feminine he looks…

He is undoubtedly one of the strongest first years in Beacon.

As they watched the cute boy(girl?) walk lackadaisically towards the ginger-haired boy harassing a rabbit faunus, they knew he fucked up.

They watched him skip the last few steps and jump—did a roundhouse kick in midair landing right in Cardin's clavicle, and then land right in front of her.

And then smiled.

Holy fuck (s)he's cuuute- the crowd thought.

…

Another day, another bully.

These were one Velvet Scarlatina's thoughts.

It couldn't be helped. Vale has more mild racism compared to Mistral and Atlas. However, it still has racism, and while Vale was more tolerant to faunus here, that doesn't change the fact that there are still a number of them.

There's also the bystander effect to be considered.

'Someone else is probably going to do it, so what's the point?'

'I'm sure she's fine, the teachers will handle this'

'I don't want to get involved in that'

These were probably what they were thinking of when seeing her. But if not, then they were probably secretly racists or something like that.

It's not as if she could just fight back either, since that would be an abuse of power, seeing as she's a second year retaliating against a first year. And Professor Goodwitch will blame her too for escalating the situation.

Either way, she just has to wait it out and wait for them to get bored.

So it was a surprise when the grip on her ear disappeared and she heard a loud crash of tables, chairs, and eating utensils.

She looked up and saw the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen.

Velvet had never seen an angel before, but if this is what they look like, then she's not complaining.

Ah, she was heating up. She was blushing so much she was fainting.

Maybe Coco was right about me being a closet lesbian.

And then she fainted.

…

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Goodwitch voiced as she looked at the student sitting in front of her office.

It's been a few hours and after classes, Jaune had to go because of Goodwitch.

"Broken ribs, bones, major bruises… Mr. Arc, do you realize the extent of injuries you have inflicted on your classmates? All of this, just for a single ear pull? The injuries your classmates have, even with aura, require a full week of recovery. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"…Oops?" the teacher sighed at his response. There's always one every year. One that uses their strength to get their own way. She would've thought that it would be the troublemakers like Ms. Xiao Long or Ms. Valkyrie, but never would she have thought that it was Mr. Arc to escalate it.

Because that's always what happens. It escalates. If one bully can't do something to what it decides as its victim, then clearly it needs two bullies.

If not, then it needs three. Over and over it escalates until one day you can't fight back, and now you need to pay up for being "so much effort to take down, you need to pay for it" until one day you either give up and let them do it or snap and the authorities get involved, one way or another.

"You will go tomorrow to the clinical rooms to apologize for your transgressions, and you will be on detention duty for the next two weeks—"

"Ehh sorry but nah"

Professor Goodwitch stopped.

She stared at Jaune.

He stared back.

She stared harder.

He still stared back as if nonplussed.

"Mister Arc, you should know that this doesn't make the situation any better." She stated.

"Didn't it?" He asked a question. "That girl was being bullied, and I simply stopped it. Problem solved"

"Mister Arc, that will simply escalate the situation and further incentivize the others to keep going, but you as the victim this time to 'keep you in line'. One day you won't be able to stop them and what happens then?" Goodwitch argued.

"Miss G.—" his teacher glowered at that. "It'll be fine. If they escalate further I'll just keep stopping them."

"And how are you going to do that?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Simple!" Here he grinned.

"With the power of love, cuteness, and unimaginable violence!" He beamed with a cheerful voice.

The teacher sighed again.

My experience as a school teacher involves problem children, as expected.

A/N: Gonna be busy for a while. You might not hear from me.

My "busy" includes reading other fanfics and procrastination, along with a little bit of real-life stuff.