The Next Day, Oobleks's History Class - Jaune's Point of View
"AND THAT, CHILDREN IS HOW DUST POWERED MAINFRAME COMPUTERS AND SIMILAR SERVERS HAD REVOLUTIONIZED THE ECONOMY AND ASSISTED MANY COMPANIES SUCH AS THE SCHNEE DUST ESTABLISHMENT MANAGED THEIR STARTUP FUNDS!"
In one breath, the most endearing and hyperactive professor had summarized about twenty years of what might be one of Remnant's most critical stages of growth in the entire surviving history. Oobleks class was always something to look forward to, watching the man move at inhuman speeds that only Ruby with her semblance could match. Looking across the room, sitting in dead left and last row sat the evermore depressing Tobias: perhaps the year's most... Unique newcomer. Opening my binder, a relic of a forgotten academic world of nostalgic wonder, I smiled to myself: such a wonderfully subtle way of getting back at the most aggravating Tobias. He had always demanded that I got myself an upgraded scroll, curtsy of his little electronics shop which occupied his apartment at no fee.
I don't care if its better than any manufacturer's best.
I don't care if its a gesture of friendship.
It takes a true gentleman to return to the classics.
And an extremely uncool friend to use a threat to such a classic as a prank.
Regretting the use of the binder to annoy the other man instantly, I opened the yellow and white binder, somehow triggering the release of a dozen miniaturized dust fireworks to ignite, jump up from my desk, to explode. With this, every set of eyes had instantly locked on to me, even stopping the professor who didn't even slow down for doughnuts to a dead halt. Standing straight up out of my chair, knocking it backwards onto the ground in my wake, I turn to point an accusing finger at the aloof Tobias... Who sat carelessly, using a pink nail file to perfect his nails, feet up on the desk, not even noticing the fireworks. This angering me even further, I allowed my emotions to slide to my lips, out bursting in rage.
"TOBIAS, YOU SON OF A-"
Sharply, Weiss then interrupted before I could finish the thought.
"Jaune, pick up your chair and sit back down."
Stuttering mindlessly, I allowed my glee to stretch across my face: Weiss spoke to ME! Directly to me!
"Y... Yes dear."
Shrinking back in her chair, blushing violently yet cutely, Weiss retreated back behind a book from my testament of obedience. Slicing me with a cruelty that only Tobias could possess and casting me down from my happy place, moved the other male teenager again. It happened that Weiss was sitting directly in the row in front of him, allowing the sly nerd to lean forwards and offer whispered words of pity and consolation that actually seemed to ease the crimson red which streaked her face. After the moment between the two had passed, the same Tobias then looked at me, cocking his head, enchantingly.
That... Charming... Traitor!
An Hour Later, Ooblek's History Class - Tobias' Point of View
Not that I'm keeping score, or anything so childishly petty.
But...
Tobias: 9
Jaune: -1
The negative one had been from Weiss's scolding of the most endearing white knight. That must have stung, but yet again? Knowing the masochist that is Jaune?
Needless to say, the additional seven points in my favor had been from the fireworks, the style behind it, the execution of method, and countless other taunts I had deployed against the blonde throughout the previous hour. Catching up to the poor youth I had tormented mercilessly for my entertainment, I place my hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention with an old joke.
"Hey there, Goldilocks! Sorry, was that your basket of goodies?"
Catching me in a headlock with a speed I never had anticipated from the rather airy blonde, I found myself in very much in the precarious situation, as if hanging onto a tiny capsule over the Mun, or ocean.
"You asked for this, you manically depressive egotistical self acclaimed bullheaded pseudo-intellectual!"
"Dammit, Jaune... If only dust was a liquid, I'd spray you in the face with an intelligence serum..."
Turning the tables in a nearly literal way, I stepped forwards to place my assailant behind me while grabbing his shirt. With my victim fallen into the inescapable trap of notoriety while being in full view of the class, I unleashed the only judo move I knew.
"EAT THIS, YOU MAGNIFICENT BLONDE BASTARD!"
Sending the blonde in question to the ground before me, sprawled upon the ground at my feet. Descending upon the fallen combatant, I raise my hands, sadistically. Pleading to be spared from humiliation, Jaune began to beg.
"No... Please, no... Anything but that!"
With the teams JNPR and RWBY being the only persons who bothered to remain and watch, I looked up to a particular Ruby: the girl with undisguised interest. Addressing her directly, I offer her a comment, while smiling.
"Watch and learn."
The screams of the blonde rang out through the school, as I employed every tickling measure I knew without being too invasive. Perhaps the eight years worth of tickle assaults on the poor Jaune made things a little unfair, as it gave me the experience and knowledge needed to maximize the effects of the benign torture.