"Grab a partner and work on the assignment as followed," Glynda instructed.

For some reason, Weiss found herself looking at Jaune to be her partner for the assignment.

She was stubborn, though, so she ended up just sitting there.

Should I go to him? Who else would I be partners with? We're already assigned partners for the project, so it wouldn't be strange.

Weiss was relieved to see that Jaune scooted his desk over by hers.

"Hey, partner!" the boy beamed. "Ready to get started?"

Weiss ignored the question when her gaze landed on Cardin's vacant seat.

He's actually gone… Arc really did it.

Jaune noticed this. "He's suspended," he smiled. "You don't have to worry about him anymore… well at least for a while."

Weiss lowered her head and said in a small voice. "I know, thanks again."

Jaune sat down with sympathy present in his eyes. "And if he does bother you again, you can come to me!" he flexed his arms. "A strong guy such as myself is always needed."

"Hah," Weiss scoffed. "Good one."

"Okay, I'm not that scrawny!" The boy refuted.

Weiss knew that was true due to the fact that she'd already seen him shirtless. In fact, she couldn't stop thinking about the slightly toned muscles that he kept hidden underneath his shirt, but she wasn't going to let Jaune get full of himself by telling him that.

"You can keep telling yourself that, Arc." Weiss crossed her arms and briefly glanced at the assignment. "Is this due today?"

Jaune lowered his head in defeat. "Yes," he groaned.

Weiss picked up her pencil. "Then we should get started."

"You know what else we should get started on?" Jaune asked with the wiggle of a brow. "The project."

"Can't argue with you there," Weiss admitted. "Any ideas as to what we should do?"

"Well," Jaune started, as if he already had this conversation planned. "We should get everyone to go to someone's house over the weekend, so we have extra time to get things done."

He made sure to add in the 'get things done' part since it was a surprise in itself that Weiss agreed to work on the project with friends.

She considered it. "That's not a bad plan, but whose house?"

"I know for a fact we can't go to mine," the boy said. "I have seven sisters, and they'll be a huge distraction."

"Seven?!" Weiss was shocked. "How do you handle seven sisters?!"

"The answer to that is quite simple, my dear friend," Jaune twirled his pencil expertly in his fingers. "...I don't."

Weiss put her hand over her mouth to stop from giggling. "So that's why you turned out so motherly."

Jaune almost took offense to that. "First I'm scrawny and now I'm feminine? That's brutal."

A new voice found its way into the conversation. "The thing is, we already know you're feminine," she put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay to embrace it."

"Shut up," Jaune pitifully whined.

Weiss looked up, trying to find the source of the admittedly funny teasing insult toward Jaune and came face to face with a bust that could only belong to one person. "Do you always creep on our conversations, Xiao Long?"

Yang put her hand over her chest dramatically. "I'm hurt princess, truly."

Weiss gave her a look.

Yang continued with the conversation. "I couldn't help but overhear you two debating over a house to use for the project this weekend."

"Any ideas?" Jaune asked.

"Well," Yang started. "Me and Rube's house can get pretty distracting with our dad home."

Blake walked up next to Yang. "And my house is a no-go. My little brother Adam has made it his mission to make my life a living hell. Always stealing my tuna..."

She clenched her fists in frustration when she remembered he ate her secret supply of tuna all by himself just to see her reaction. He would pay dearly if Blake had anything to say about it.

"He can and will bother us," she sighed. "That's just how he is."

Throughout the conversation, Ruby had somehow scooted next to Jaune. "So all that's left is…"

Everyone slowly turned their heads at Weiss.

Weiss looked at the four. "My house."

"We get to go to your house?!" Yang beamed with excitement. "Oh man, I'm swooning!"

Why's she so excited?

"Is that okay with you, Weiss?" Ruby asked. "We'll behave."

Father wouldn't mind since it would be for academic reasons… and the servants are well-mannered… but then they'd know…

Weiss would rather people didn't know that she's the heiress to a multi-million lien energy company. It was an excuse for them to use her, after all.

However, she remembered that none of them knew she was an heiress, so she decided to give it a shot.

"I suppose it's fine," she reluctantly replied. "Just behave yourselves."

They won't know. They'll just think I have a lot of money. It'll be fine… hopefully.

Jaune noticed her face was a bit more pale, but overlooked it when she acted like she normally did.

"Alright!" Yang clapped her hands together. "Thanks, princess!"

"Quiet, brute," Weiss huffed.

"Brute?" Yang was taken aback. "I like it!"

"What?" the white-haired girl was surprised.

She was supposed to hate it!

Yang put her arm around Weiss' shoulder. "Only if you call me that, though!"

"Hey, Yang," Blake called. "C'mere."

Weiss was relieved when the blonde broke away and walked over to Blake.

Yang put a hand on her hip. "What's up, Blakey?"

"Do you think she's completely okay with us being at her house?" Blake asked while staring at Weiss' paler complexion. "I don't want her to feel pressured."

"She said she was fine with it, so I don't see why not," the blonde answered. "We should take her word for it."

"I guess you're right."

"Aren't you excited though?" Yang leaned in Blake's ear. "We get to see a castle!"

"Shhh," Blake hushed. "Remember, she doesn't know we know. Besides, it can't be that big."

Glynda noticed her students were slacking off and others were whispering in the corners of the room. "Get back to work!"

Yang whipped around. "You got it, bitch-sensei!"

"I don't have time to deal with your shit today, Xiao Long," Glynda scowled and went to her computer to work on teacher things.

Yang needed to have the last word to satisfy herself, so she mumbled. "Bitch-sensei," under her breath.


Blake and Yang had already made plans to go out together. Even though it wasn't a date, Yang couldn't help but panic a little. The blonde made sure to pick a cute little spot to hang out in.

A place where flowers of moe bloomed.

Blake stood outside the café with her phone in hand, staring at the sign in shock. She sent Yang a picture of the sign and texted:

You sure this is the place?

Only a few seconds later, Yang texted back.

Yep! Be there in a sec!

Blake was baffled at Yang's choice of location. She rolled her eyes at the sight of the sign: Butler Café. Normally, she'd never be caught dead in a place like this. But this time it was for Yang, so she swallowed her pride and walked in the establishment, only to be greeted by a blond butler wearing a tuxedo.

"I'm Sun," he gently took her hand. "And I'll be your butler today. Are you alone?"

"N-no!" Blake was flustered and pulled her hand away. "My friend will be here any moment."

"Alright!" Sun said. "This way," he led her to a booth in the back. "Are you waiting to order?"

Blake took her seat. "I'll order when my friend gets here."

"Sounds good," Sun replied. "I'll be back!" he sent a wink.

Blake shuddered and wondered why Yang would chose this place. Sure, the men looked nice in their uniforms but did this mean Yang was into guys?

Now that she got the chance to look around, it was actually a pretty cute place. The carpet welcomed all who walked in, while the booths and fire place provided a cozy atmosphere.

Blake sat there and couldn't help but smile as she eagerly waited for her friend's arrival. The ravenette wouldn't mind if she took long since the fireplace was crackling and gave her a hint of warmth in the air conditioned establishment.

However, she didn't wait long. Blake peered over and saw her blonde friend trying to catch her breath at the front. When Sun was about to great her, Yang darted away and set her full attention on Blake.

Blake felt oddly flattered that Yang abandoned Sun to greet her.

"I'm here!" Yang was panting and took a seat on the other side of the booth. "Sorry 'bout that. I had to take Rubes home."

"You're fine," the ravenette assured. "But really? A butler café?"

Yang laughed a bit. "Oh that. I know what you're thinking, and no it's not because of the guys," she revealed. "It's actually because the food is out of this world."

"Really?"

"Yep," Yang flipped over the menu and pointed. "Their special dish is fish. I figured you'd like that!"

"No. Freaking. Way." Blake was practically drooling when she saw the picture of fish. "You know me so well."

"I know my Blakey better than anyone," Yang stated. "Well, besides your secret double life. How's your cult going?"

"It's not a cult!" Blake exclaimed. "They are a somewhat civilized group of people that talk about somewhat creepy things and may or may not call me master on occasion."

Yang let out a hearty laugh. "That sounds… fishy."

The poor joke elicited a groan from Blake as she felt a nudge in her side.

"Eh? Eh?"

Blake took a sip of her drink. "That was awful. You're awful."

"You know you loved it~" the blonde teasingly sang.

Sun returned to take their orders. Little did he know, he saved Blake from dealing with the full force of that poor pun. Once they finished ordering their food, they continued the conversation.

"So you wear colored contacts," Blake stated. "I've been dying to see the natural color."

Yang scanned the restaurant and since it was vacant, she figured showing her here wouldn't hurt.

"I can show you now if you want," the blonde offered. "No one's here."

"Only if you're comfortable enough doing it," Blake said.

"It's fine," the blonde assured and took out one of her contacts.

Yang wanted to do anything to make Blake happy. That was the purpose of their meeting and she was honestly glad to let Blake in on her little secret. Not many people know Yang wore purple contacts, besides the people who teased her when she was little. At present, only Ruby knew, and now Blake did too.

Blake's mouth dropped when she compared the fiery red and gentle lilac orbs side-by-side. "They're both beautiful," her breath was taken away.

Yang's breath hitched as her cheeks turned cherry-red. "T-thanks Blakey. To be honest, only Ruby knows about this, and now you."

"I'm honored," the ravenette replied. "But why cover them up?"

Yang sighed. "I used to be picked on, and even isolated. My red eyes were a whole new form of resting bitch face syndrome, so it was hard to make friends."

Blake knew it was hard for her friend to talk about her past like that, but she smiled knowing that Yang was trying to keep the topic lighthearted. "You have plenty friends now, and everyone would accept you if you took them off. You know that, right?"

"I know," Yang firmly replied. "It's not that I don't trust them. It's just…"

"What?"

"It's a stupid reason..." the blonde looked down.

Blake grasped Yang's hand that was on the table. "You know you can tell me anything."

Yang blushed from the contact. "I… I've grown really fond of the purple."

Blake giggled at the answer. "That's good. I'm glad you're not hiding it because you feel like you wouldn't be accepted."

"Nah," Yang waved. "I trust my friends not to talk about me behind my back. I just love the lilac look."

"I love both," Blake smiled. "But whatever you're happy with, I am as well."

Yang beamed a smile. "Aw thanks, Blakey!" she gently put her contact back in and wiped her fingers on the napkin to clean them off.

Sun arrived and set their food on the table. He was gone as quickly as he showed up.

Blake took a bite and almost moaned. "Oh my god…"

Yang put her burger down. "Right?! Good, isn't it?!"

"This is the best tuna I've had in my life," Blake stated. "How'd you find this place?!"

"Oh uh," Yang rubbed the back of her head. "I know a guy that works here."

"Who?"

"Neptune Vasilias. Him and Sun are best friends. Sun doesn't go to our school, which is why he doesn't know me, but he doesn't have to know that I know him," she winked.

"Look at you, being a spy," Blake praised. "I'm surprised."

"Hey, I may not be as sneaky as you, but I can be somewhat stealth-"

That's when she knocked over her glass of water.

Blake stared at the puddle on the table. "Yep. You have me sold."

Yang grabbed some napkins to clean the mess. "Shut it."

When Yang was done, she asked. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"Wellllll," the ravenette drawled. "Since you told me something personal, I guess I can do the same."

"What?" Yang chirped. "Don't feel like you have to just because I did."

"No, no!" Blake waved her hands. "I want to."

Yang gulped. "Okay, go ahead."

"I feel like I can trust you with what I'm about to tell you, so don't try to stop me," Blake stated.

Yang sat there with her full attention on Blake.

"You see, I've mostly been a loner with only a couple of friends. I feel like you have earned my trust simply by taking the initiative to be my friend. I feel wanted... when I'm with you," she admitted.

Yang didn't say a word and kept her focus on Blake.

"Back when I told you about how I rejected all those guys… there's another reason for it," she continued and stared at Yang.

Amber orbs clashed with lilac.

"I'm not into guys. I'm gay."

Yang's eyes widened at the confession. She was inwardly doing a victory dance. Now she knew for a fact Blake was available and that Yang was her type… a girl.

She wasn't going to let this information go to waste.


Rom-com rules this chapter include: bothered by something but too stubborn to confide in others, butler café, and flowers of moe! (Kaichou wa Maid-sama) *cough*