Weiss Reacts to School Plays, Part 3!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Weiss Reacts! Sorry about the spotty update schedule; I've been rather busy these past weeks and somewhat ill, so I've been just resting up. However, I finally got some time to try to write this chapter, so here it is! Just don't kill me if it's not good enough, okay? Okay. Good.

Also, obligatory reminder that the Kamen Rider poll will remain up until Wednesday the 24th of March! Currently, Gaim is in first place, then Fourze, then Decade, then Double, so

most likely, we will try to feature Gaim sometime, but if in that period, another one of the

shows overtakes that, well, we'll just have to do that, don't we?

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Ah, here's another joke; otherwise we'd have a Benkei expy! (Benkei is hardcore, yo.)

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"Relationships?" Blake's eyes narrowed. "What's this about?"
'Yang's going to kill me, but I need to do this.' Weiss thought to herself. 'Besides, she did this to Jaune for Pyrrha, maybe it'll work.'

"You and Yang."

The catgirl shook her head. "L-look, I don't know-"

The heiress grasped her shoulders and shook her. "Yang! You know, the girl who keeps flirting with you?! Blonde hair, stupidly large chest, obsessed with antics? HER!"

"Now, wait-" Blake held up a finger, but Weiss would not have it. She slapped her thrice on the cheek, heaving furiously.

"You like punching people in the face to get your point across, now let me try!

SHE'S INTO YOU! WHY DON'T YOU SEE IT?!" The heiress snapped, frustrated. "WAKE! UP! Get it into your thick skull that Yang Xiao Long is in love with you! She's been begging me to help her with it for a long while now!"

"….W-wait." Blake blinked, stepping back from her, rubbing her cheek. "Y-Yang is…."

"Yes! You idiot! She! Loves! You!" Weiss huffed. "Dust! You and Jaune are complete idiots! I mean, at least Jaune knew!"

"…..I…" The catgirl's cheeks turned red. "…..me? Yang?"

"Yes. Yang is in love. With you." The heiress nodded slowly. "Have you gotten the message yet or do I have to legitimately punch you in the face until, as you say, I see you grit those teeth?"
"I always knew she…..liked how I looked but…..to find out she felt like that about me…." Blake looked away. "…you're not kidding, right?"
"Why would I joke? I want you two to resolve it already!" Weiss snapped. "At least you didn't pull a Jaune and tell me that you already knew!"
"…..she's just…..I want to…..I mean…." Blake closed her eyes, sighing. Taking a moment to gather her words, after a pause, she spoke.

"Look. Yang….I mean, she's a pervert, she pranks people, she…..can be quite mean-spirited, but….she's nice under it all. And…..I….I never thought she'd….feel like that about me." The catgirl explained. "I admit, I've thought about it. I've…..toyed with the idea of being with Yang. I just…..I don't know, alright?"
"What do you mean you don't know?" Weiss snapped. "You're Blake Belladonna! You're obsessed with manliness! You've never been uncertain about anything! That's like Pyrrha trying to tell me she lost a fight! Or Ren telling me he was outgambitted by someone not me!"

"Love is difficult!" Blake cried indignantly. "…..look. I….I'm not sure about this kind of thing, alright? I don't know if I want to be with Yang."
"What? Why?!"

"I-I meant….I'll have to think about it. I don't want to…it's hard." Blake shook her head, before staring at Weiss. "Look, what are you here for? Why are you telling me all this?"
"…she's been begging me for help to make herself seem more confident around you because every time she's with you and doesn't flirt, she makes like Mikuru and turns into a stuttering mess." Weiss sighed. "Look. Just….throw her a bone. I'm not asking you to return her feelings or something. I'm just….asking you to act like you're more okay around her. Make her feel more comfortable. Then she won't stutter so much and won't need to flirt with you!"
"Why don't you do something to help?" Blake inquired. Weiss shook her head.

"I am."

Meanwhile, RWBY dorm….

"Just push away all the thoughts of Blake when you're near her." Pyrrha calmly advised. "If you don't think about her too much, you won't be bothered when you're near her."

"…like you do with Jaune?" Yang inquired, smirking. Pyrrha, however, refused to be cowed.

"…..Yang. This is exactly what I just told you before." The spearmaiden calmly chided her. "This is exactly what we're trying to wean you from, using perversion to hide your insecurity."
"…..you know, you don't make lessons fun." Yang complained. "…..but, I suppose you have a point. Sorry, Pyrrha. I'm just…..a little scared, is all. I just want this to work out, you know? I don't want Blake to think I'm….weird. Well, weirder than she thinks I am, a-anyway."
"It's fine. Confidence is difficult to teach." Pyrrha smiled comfortingly at her. "Now, once again. Try to ignore all thoughts of Blake, alright?"

"A-alright." The brawler breathed in deeply. "Just…..get on with it. I'll listen. I promise. Again, thanks for doing this for me."

'Come on Yang, you've got to do this. No more perverted jokes. Make yourself worthy of Blake. Just do it. Just listen to Pyrrha.

You can do this!'

Back with Blake and Weiss…

"…..confidence classes?" Blake raised her eyebrow. "…..well, I can see why you'd pick Pyrrha of all people to teach her. But to think she's doing all that….for me….."

Weiss sighed irritably, rolling her eyes. "Her fighting skills are unparalleled, but her confidence leaves much to be desired."

"…..so…that's all you needed. You just wanted to watch out for Yang, huh." Blake noted, smiling. "You're not nearly as bad as you act."
"W-what's that supposed to mean?!" The heiress snapped, huffing and crossing her arms. "Look, I'm just here to make sure that whatever this business with you and Yang is, it gets resolved before we have to wait another three years for you two to get over it! I had enough of that with Pyrrha and Jaune, I'm not having it with you two!"

"Pot calling the kettle black, but anyway. Yeah. I'll try to make Yang feel a bit more comfortable." The catgirl nodded at her. "Hey, listen. I need to work on something right now. I'll….talk to you more about this Yang thing later, alright?"

"…somehow I want to make sure you don't do something stupid, but…" Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'll….leave it to you.

Before I go…do you mind telling me when Professor Fall's going to release the cast list? I want to know just what we're all doing. Just in case."
"…..tomorrow. Coincidentally, that's when we all start rehearsals. You should probably rehearse your scripts, which she's going out to leave by people's doors."
Weiss groaned irritably.

"Joy. At least tell me Professor Fall's casting decisions made some sort of sense."

Tomorrow….

"…..why does I have to dress like this?!" Weiss snapped, glaring at everyone around her while clad in what could basically be described as a skimpy white fairy outfit, complete with exposed midriff, sparkles and fake wings, with the only concession to her supposed status a stiff collar around the neck. "I am a Friar! Not some sort of fairy seductress! This isn't even the right play!"

"No, you are not Friar Lawrence, you're the fairy of love!" Cinder pointed out, sitting on a director's chair with complimentary sunglasses and beret, a mug of coffee in one hand and the script in her lap. "Get your part right!"

"You're telling me." Pyrrha reminded her fellow Huntress. Although she was comparatively modestly clothed- a simple, red dress that, although it clung to her feminine figure, showed no skin and truly left all to the imagination. Her face was hidden under a large donkey head, which her hands were currently trying to get the feel of, groping blindly around it. "…Professor Fall, I am not sure if I'm supposed to be Lady Capulet or Bottom."

The pyromancer adjusted her sunglasses and dusted off her beret, before nodding in her direction. "It's my artistic vision. If you understood true art, you'd know that! Just trust me! It'll work!" She took another sip from her coffee. "…..good Dust, that's strong. How does Oobleck drink whole pots of this?!"

Weiss grumbled. "She must really be off her rocker. Usually she'd dress Pyrrha up in something stupidly perverted….."

"D-don't give her ideas!" Pyrrha cried, panicked. '…i-it's okay if it's just Jaune who sees me in those kinds of clothes…..b-but not everyone else!'

"Gee, like she already didn't get ideas! JUST LOOK AT ME!" Weiss snapped irritably, before glaring down at the floor. "Velvet! Stop drooling! Go away!"

"Drat!" Velvet snapped as she scrabbled away from leering at her object of lust. Ruby, meanwhile, shook herself out of her daze. The reaper, in her part as the senior Capulet, had been chosen to wear lederhosen, complete with small hat and suspenders, for some unfathomable reason.

"Hehehe…..Weiss. You look great." Ruby complimented her, causing the heiress' cheeks to turn red.

"D-don't say that!" Weiss cried in protest. "D-don't encourage people doing this kind of thing! Y-you know t-this isn't right!

And why are you Yang's father?!"

Jaune sighed. He was clad in a maid costume, with white skirt and headress that managed to look good on him despite his body having become more toned since the last time he'd been shoved into a dress.

"…..why are you two complaining? At least your face's hidden, Pyrrha, and that dress looks really nice on you." The knight pointed out. "I'm in a maid costume. I don't even have a mask!"

"….you're the Nursemaid?" Weiss inquired.

"No. I'm Lady Montague."

"…..that's just unfortunate." The heiress cringed.

"If you're supposed to be Friar-sorry, the fairy of love," Jaune corrected himself, putting two fingers up on each hand to punctuate his words with air quotes. "I'm Lady Montague and Pyrrha's a weird mix of Bottom and Lady Capulet…..what kind of screwed-up version of Romeo and Juliet is this supposed to be?!"

"…hey."

The four of them turned to see Blake, clad in actually fitting attire for her role, with a decent shirt, shorts, tights and leather shoes. She looked down at herself, before looking to her friends.

"…..what do you guys think?"

Pyrrha tried to adjust her donkey mask to get a closer look. "If I could take this off, that would help me actually see it…..are you sure this donkey head is necessary, Professor?!"

"Positively." Cinder grinned mischievously. "The other costume I had in mind was a rather nice-looking red dress that I think would look nice on you~ It was…..ah, yes, a translucent leotard~"

Pyrrha shut up immediately. Her cheeks going as red as her hair was thankfully hidden by the donkey mask.

"Hm. You clean up nicely." Weiss remarked, nodding appreciatively. "Good work, for once, Blake."

Blake blinked. "You think so? I think I look like I walked out of some medieval fair-"
"Well, you do, but…..well, you look good in it anyway." Weiss sighed. "If only some of us were as lucky…"

"In fairness, Pyrrha would look fine if she didn't have to wear the donkey mask." The catgirl pointed out, before snickering at Jaune. "Although really, a maid costume?"
"T-this wasn't my decision, alright?!" The knight protested. "It's weird and kinda comfy-oh dust that sounded wrong…."
"….h-hey. Blake. T-this was…..um…..d-do you…."

Blake shifted her head towards the source of the voice to see Yang, blushing and twiddling her fingers, clad in what one could only describe as a traditional milkmaid's dress, complete with low neckline, short skirt and rather exposed chest. One could mistake her for her shyer mother Yin in that outfit, if it hadn't been for Yang being taller.

Weiss groaned. "Oh, for the love of-Yang! We talked about this!"
"T-this wasn't my idea, I swear!" The brawler cried. "F-for once, this isn't my idea!"

Cinder smirked. She nodded towards Ren, who smirked evilly at the stuttering mess he had reduced Yang to.

Blake's eyes widened. "Yang….you…"
"…..y-you can say you don't like it, you know." The brawler offered. Weiss was in disbelief, staring at the normally overconfident Yang reduced to a mess of a girl in front of Blake.

'….I really have walked into some sort of bizarre alternate world.'

"…..you look good." The catgirl breathed in deeply. "You look good in that, Yang. Really."

"T-thanks! I…." Yang looked away briefly, shaking her head. "….I-I thought you'd hate this. I-I'll say it again, t-this really wasn-"
"It's okay." Blake placed a hand on her exposed shoulder. "It's fine. You look good."

"…..heheheh." The brawler's cheeks reddened once more. "Thanks. You look good in that too, Blakey. Shall we start?"

Jaune blinked. "…..waitwaitwaitwaitwait. What….what's going on? Why is Yang acting all stuttery? Weeeeiss, do you mind explaining to me what's going on?"
"Huh?" Pyrrha flailed around, trying to pull the mask off. "I don't know what happened. Is Yang alright? This mask is really restricting!"

Weiss stared at him in disbelief. "Are you seriously-actually, why am I even asking? It did take you two years to figure out Pyrrha was in love with you, I'm not surprised you're this dense."
"D-don't change the subject!"

"D-don't include me in this!"

'And of course they respond in sync." The heiress rolled her eyes. "Wonderful."

Cinder clapped her hands. "Alright! Everyone on stage! First rehearsals of the play! First scene, Act One, Scene Five!"
"Wait, is that the one we kiss in? T-twice?!" Yang inquired, looking towards Weiss, who gave her a nod. The brawler immediately gave a loud squeak of surprise.

Blake blushed. "…..w-what?! P-Professor! C-can we not do another scene first?!"

Cinder rolled her eyes, sighing. "…..oh, very well. Fine. Tybalt, Mercutio, get on here. We're going to rehearse the duel between you two."

Weiss sighed in relief. "Well, at least I don't have to pose in this ridiculous costume in front of the others.

I do question the choice of casting. Well, come on, Ruby."

"Alright!" Ruby nodded, skipping after her. Before she ducked off-stage, she turned to Blake. "Break a leg, Blake!"

"Yeah. Good luck." Yang offered up, smiling.

She nodded back at her. "…..thanks, Ruby." She smiled back at the brawler, nodding at her. Weiss swore she saw Yang's cheeks flare red for a second before she hid her face and scurried off-stage.

As Pyrrha, Yang and Jaune vacated the stage- Jaune leading his partner to ensure she didn't trip over as she groped blindly while attempting to see through her donkey mask-, Weiss's eyes followed the people who did come on for their roles in the play as she herself slid off stage.

Nora and Winter walked on, side by side, with Rook following behind, still looking through his script while fumbling with his scroll to read it. He bit his lip concernedly, adjusting his hat with his free hand.

Although Winter and Rook were dressed in period-appropriate- if complimentary to her figure, in Winter's case- dress, with Winter in a slim snow-white dress with no decoration, reaching down to her feet, and Rook in a light brown tunic, trousers and boots, Nora….

Nora was in full Valkyrie clan dress.

Which was to say, literal Valkyrie clothing; a blue chestplate with golden outer lining, a blue winged helm with sleek white wings on the sides and fake silver braids poking out from the side contrasting Nora's bright orange hair, a pair of blue greaves and a white skirt reaching to her knees with a small slit around her hips. There was even a large golden lance strapped to her back, its sleek shaft decorated with wings and its blade looking as sharp as any Hunting weapon. Nora posed majestically as she entered stage.

"I am ready, O mighty Slothfather. Prepare me to be received into Slothhalla." The berserker announced pompously, closing her eyes and stretching her arms.

"…..Ren." Jaune tapped his teammate, who was off-stage with them and currently staring at his partner. "Ren. Quit staring."

"….eh?" The gunslinger didn't turn, a small drop of blood slowly snaking down from his nose. "But…..Nora…."

Jaune sighed, closing his eyes. "And we've lost Ren." He whipped out a tissue, offering it to him.

"….oh my." Winter frowned as she read her script. "Sir Tybalt is…..rather aggressive. I somewhat doubt my ability to portray them well…."

Rook looked over at Cinder concernedly. "Ah. Professor Fall. Excuse me, ma'am…..but, uh….

I'm no expert at this kinda thing, and I don't claim t'be, but…are ya sure-"
"Positively!" The professor gave him a thumbs up. "Everyone in positions! Oh, Winter, by the way, I made some changes to your script. Should be easy, no trouble at all. Same for you, newbie.

Aaaaaand roll cameras!"

Rook sighed, shaking his head. "I'm no actor, but I'll try my best."

Winter smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You'll do well, Mister Leblanc. I used to participate in such plays myself, in order to better culture myself.

Just read the lines as you see fit."
Weiss grumbled, muttering to nobody in particular. "This isn't even a film set!"

"I pray thee!" Nora called out to Rook. "Good Mercutio, let's retire! The day is hot, the Capulets abroad…."
She motioned to Winter, who stood around, looking as innocuous as possible.

"And if we meet, we shall not scrape a brawl, for now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring." Nora warned the cowboy. He looked closely at his script, tilting his head.

"What's that say?" He squinted, looking closer at the scroll. "…..thou….art like one of them fellows that he…..what in tarnation does this even mean?"

Winter smiled at him again. "Please, just read the lines as you see fit."

Rook sighed, shaking his head. "Why you couldn' just put this in plain normal-speak, I ain't got any idea.

Yer like one of them guys. You know the kind. They'll put their gun on the table, right in front of ya, say they hope they won't need t'draw…..then draw on ya for no reason at all. Like a bull seein' red."

Nora frowned, crossing her arms. "…that's not what it says on the script, Rook. Follow the script!"
"Sorry, ma'am, but I can't." Rook replied, frowning. "I'm tryin' to, but it's really hard. It's like tryin' to herd Ursas with a twig, makin' sense of this stuff!"

Cinder crossed her arms, shaking her head at Nora. "Let it play. It's a good take on Mercutio."

"…..alright." Nora frowned, shaking her head. "These people have no respect for the Bard, I swear….."
'Nora Valkyrie, of all people, talking about integrity when she's dressed like that?!' Weiss stared in disbelief from off-stage. 'I seriously think I've woken up in some other world….

Next, you'll be telling me Jaune's a better fighter than the rest of us!'

"Aw. Here come those Capulets." Rook motioned over to Winter, who slowly walked over, followed on by Coco and several other students.

"Follow me closely." Winter motioned to her fellow Capulets. "For I will speak to them."

She smiled softly at Nora and Rook. "Gentlemen, good e'en. May I have a word with one of you, please?"

"No, no!" Nora cried, sighing. "You're too polite! You're acting too nice!"

"How else am I to act?" Winter replied, frowning. "I am attempting to do my best."

"Just let it play, Nora!" Cinder snapped. "I want to get to the end of this scene!"

The berserker frowned. "But Professor! The Great Slothfather disapproves-"
"Then he can go….I dunno, sleep on a tree or something." The pyromancer waved dismissively. "Keep going!"

"You just wanna talk with us?" Rook raised an eyebrow, before looking aside, nodding. "Oh. Alrigh', ma'am. What-"
"NO!" Nora snapped. "No! You're supposed to yell at Tybalt! You're Mercutio!"
"Ma'am, with all due respect, I can't bring myself to just snap at a pretty lady like that." The cowboy adjusted his hat. "Miss Schnee here's too nice for me to be yellin' at."

"That's not the point! She is supposed to be your rival!"

Cinder sighed. "….just go on with the scene, Nora, I have a plaaaaan!"
"….fiiineeeeee." Nora sighed, closing her eyes. "I just want to give this play the respect it deserves…."

"…right." Winter breathed in deeply. "I will attempt to try my best at being more aggressive."

She puffed up her chest and her cheeks, looking as ridiculous as a girl with her poise could possibly do.

"You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you will give me occasion!" She replied as harshly as she could. Which was to say, in a slightly raised version of her normally incredibly calm voice.

Rook resisted the urge to snicker. "…..ma'am. Can't you find a reason for a scrap without me givin' you one?"
"Good sir! Thou consort'st with Romeo!" Winter accused, pointing a trembling finger at him. She had to resist her own urge to laugh at her attempt at being aggressive.

"….consort? We ain't no bunch of wanderin' singers, ya know." Rook retorted. "If you think we are, expect nothin' but the screechin' of a mauled cat! You want a fight? I'll use this here apple peeler…..nah. I can't do this.

I can't just pull a knife on Miss Schnee here!"

"…ugh." Cinder sighed. "I saw this coming. Very well, time to turn it up a notch!"

A log dislodged itself from the ceiling, smacking Rook on the head, knocking him unconscious. Winter's eyes widened as she caught his falling body. "M-Mister Leblanc! Are you alright?!"

Weiss's scroll beeped. "Hm? Wait, why am I on stage?" Shaking her head, she went on, staring at her scroll.

"…play from there!" Cinder announced. Winter shook her head, looking confusedly down before reading her scroll.

"….wait, I still have lines?" The lady paused, before reading her lines.

"….I did not mean to wound thee, sweet Mercutio! Please…get up! Wait, wait…..these aren't-" She paused, poring over her lines.

"Oh, sweet one! I am thy fairy godmother, come down! To wake him….." Weiss paused, reading her own scroll. "Give him a kiss and he shall be ali-WAIT A SECOND.

PROFESSOR FALL WHAT KIND OF PERVERT SCRIPT IS THIS"

"S-she wanted me to k-kiss him?!" Winter's eyes widened, as her cheeks reddened. "I….oh my…..I cannot….t-this isn't….."

Cinder huffed. "Oh, you guys are boring."
"You knocked him out!" Weiss snapped. "And then tried to make Winter kiss him! Why?!"

"…y-you people don't understand my vision!" The pyromancer ran off, weeping overdramatically.

Jaune strolled on stage, sighing. "….well, this ended well. Someone call a nurse or something."

Pyrrha followed him, still groping around blindly. "Huh? What's going on? Jaune? Where are you? I can't….is that you, Jaune?"
"P-Pyrrha!" The knight blushed as her hand laid itself on his backside. "Y-your hand is…..d-don't squeeze! D-don't-kyaaaaaaah!"
"Eeep!"

Weiss grumbled as she calmly whipped out her scroll, typing in Glynda's number to summon her to the hall.

'I don't want to know what other edits Professor Fall made if this was what happened to that duel….'

Later…..

As the hall emptied- with Pyrrha having been stuck for ten minutes while Nora, Velvet, Ren and Jaune attempted to pull the donkey mask off of her head while she stood in a trance from having done something unintentionally perverted, as Nora and Ren were then forced to carry her to the dorm as she had not snapped out of her trance- Jaune waited behind.

His eyes were on Winter, who was calmly watching as the school's infirmary staff lifted the unconscious Rook onto a stretcher. He sighed, closing his eyes, before walking up to her.

"…Hey. Winter." He tapped her on the shoulder, and the lady turned around.

"….Oh. Jaune."

"….hey. Listen." The knight stated. "We've got to talk."

"What about?"

Jaune cringed slightly as he felt the lady's tone turn ever so slightly colder.

"….look. I know. I….I should've been clearer with you." The knight admitted. "The whole…..thing with you, me and Pyrrha. I know. I should've been…..less oblivious."

"…that, you should've been." Winter calmly stated in response.

"I know. I should've been clearer. I should've made it clear what I really thought." The knight sighed, breathing deeply. "….and I….I'm sorry. I should've told you."

"…..you know, Jaune." Winter stared him straight in the eye. "…..I was there."

"….where?"
"I was there, when Miss Nikos confessed her feelings to you. When you did the same to her." The lady stated as bluntly as she could muster, the revelation of which shocked Jaune.

"Y-you…..you heard us? You heard me say-"
"I heard a-all of it." Winter replied, her voice choking slightly as she wiped a tear from her eye. "….I…..was heartbroken. Could you imagine?"

"Winter, I-"
"You know, how it felt to me, knowing that Miss Nikos and I suffered from the same problems, did much of the same things, and yet you picked her over myself?" The lady interrupted him, her normally calm voice rising. "….of course it hurt, Jaune. Of course it hurt."

"…then…..look." Jaune closed his eyes. "I…..I'm really sorry. Look, you can slap me, you can hit me, you can hate me forever, but…just know, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just….."
"You just wanted people to be happy." Winter finished for him. "I know. It….i-is an admirable goal. And…I….I felt, for a while, like…..I wanted to hate you and Miss Nikos for it.

I didn't think it was fair that…..she got to be happy and I did not. But….I realised that was wrong."
"…..Winter…." Jaune reached out to her.

"…..I just…..want you to tell me something, Jaune." Winter held up a finger, her tears racing down her cheeks. "….I d-don't hate you. I never could h-hate you. Even if your actions were f-foolish, your intent was good. Ultimately…Miss….Pyrrha….deserves s-someone like you by her side, my feelings on the matter n-notwithstanding.

I-I just want to know. D-did I ever…did I ever have a chance?"

"…I…..In hindsight….." Jaune couldn't muster the words.

He simply shook his head.

It was enough for Winter.

A moment passed.

She smiled, seeming more relieved than disappointed.

"I…I see. It was always Pyrrha, wasn't i-it." The lady closed her eyes, before turning away and sighing. Jaune reached out towards her.

"Winter….if you're mad, I'll….I'll leave-"

"….I'm not mad. I…I'm actually…..a little happy."

"Why?" The knight seemed surprised.

"…b-because it means I can…..leave this behind." Winter explained. "…it means I can finally just….leave behind all my d-dreams and my f-fantasies…..a-about being in Pyrrha's place that night, with you…. It means I can finally just….forget it. I can move on.

It feels good, to know that such a burden needs no longer trouble me.

I…I forgive you. T-thank you, at least…..f-for clearing that up. A-all is…..forgiven."

Jaune shook his head. "…..I'm really sorry. I….I should've-"

He was interrupted by Winter hugging him tightly, stunning the boy into silence.

"…can we at least be….friends?" Winter inquired quietly. "…...I-I hope this….misunderstanding hasn't…soured our relationship."

Jaune blinked. "I….I thought I was supposed to be saying that. I should be asking you if we can still be friends! But…

Y-yeah." He nodded, finally returning the hug. "…..w-we can still be friends, Winter. I-I'm sorry, again. I promise, I'll make it up to you somehow. An Arc never goes back on his promises!"

"…..you do not need to." Winter calmly reassured him, squeezing him once more before pulling away. "…your companionship is….enough penance.

I should let you go. Pyrrha likely needs to speak to you." The lady chuckled, back to her warm self. "…after all, what she did to you was awkward, was it not?"

Jaune sighed in relief, before smiling back. "…just let me know if you need anything, okay?

And yeah. Pyrrha's gonna want to know if she did something weird."

With that, the knight walked out. Before he did, however, he offered Winter a hand.

"Hey. The infirmary's on the way back to my dorm. We can walk together, if you want."

Winter smiled. She took his hand.

"I would like that very much. As friends, Jaune."

"As friends."

Later that night, RWBY dorm….

Blake was leaning over a table, tapping it with her pencil as she bit her lip, frowning.

"…I don't know how that's going to fit on stage." The catgirl noted, frowning. "…..what's Cinder thinking-"
"Hey."

Blake jumped with a start, to see Yang behind her, smiling sweetly, holding up a tuna sandwich on a plate for her.

"I….uh…..thought you might…..want something to eat." The brawler looked shyly at her. "…..seeing as you didn't come down with the rest of us to eat. H-Have it."

Blake took the plate from her, staring at her weirdly. "…thanks, Yang."

She examined the sandwich briefly. Lightly peppered, cut on white bread; almost exactly as Blake normally liked it.

The catgirl looked up at Yang, who was gazing her with anticipation.

'….I still can't believe Yang...of all people….is in love with me.' Blake thought to herself, trying to avert Yang's gaze. '…..what do I say? I can't…..do I tell her that I know? No, then she'd kill Weiss….

…..this isn't a good-'

"B-Blake?" Yang spoke up suddenly. "Are you okay?"

"It's nothing." Blake shook her head. "I was just….thinking. About what Professor Fall wanted me to do for the play."

"…o-oh." The brawler nodded hurriedly. "…h-hey. Blake."

"….yes?"

"There's…there's something I need to tell you." Yang calmly intoned, mustering her confidence. "I need you to know this a-and….I want you to…..to promise, that you won't be mad if I say it."
"…I promise." Blake smiled at her. "Go ahead."

Yang stared at her for a long while, her cheeks reddening. "…I…."

Blake blinked, waiting for her to finish her sentence.

The atmosphere was heavy. Neither girl spoke.

"…..I….I think you look nice, tonight." Yang finally sputtered out, looking away. "Y-yeah. That's….totally what I meant to say."

Blake smiled. "Thanks. You…..look nice too, Yang."
"I-I should go." The brawler nodded, seemingly more to herself than anyone else, before scurrying away. Blake watched her go, waiting for her to go out of earshot.

When she was sure Yang wouldn't hear her, she sighed.

"…what am I going to do?" The catgirl muttered, sighing. "What do I even say? I don't even…..am I even sure? I…..

…I'm not sure if…..I'm ready to be with Yang, if I'm honest."

Blake shook her head. "Bah! It's probably nothing.

…I should get back to work, anyway. The play's in two days, and she needs that thing ready by tomorrow."

To be continued….

A/N: Well, that was long. Don't worry, guys, only one more chapter to go!

Also, nota bene: For anyone who doesn't follow the Reactsverse too closely, go read Diary of Glynda Goodwitch. Yin is an OC created for the Reactsverse before Raven was even a thing. Just covering my bases!

Next chapter is the end of this arc, and after that, we'll be doing a One Punch Man reaction! So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, suggestions, criticisms, comments, reviews and thoughts, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!