The pair laughed lightly as they sipped their coffee outside the small coffee shop in town. "I just don't understand modern fashion," Jaune said as he held up the magazine, pointing out the cover, "I mean, come on, this looks freakish."

"Common people like you just don't understand the sophistication of beauty and fashion," Weiss held her nose high, trying her best to stifle her laughter.

"Yes, because being a huntsman we have to look fabulous as we swing around deadly weapons and cut down creatures of darkness," he answered in the best girly voice he could do, "Oh good lord, I have to pause for a bit because my hair fell out of place, excuse me while I reshape it into a giant pair of lips."

The remark earned a giggle from the heiress, covering her mouth as she almost sprayed coffee all over her date. "So what do you do in your free time," she said after the fit of laughter had passed, "you know, when you're not asking me out on a date?"

"We go to a school meant to train huntsman and huntresses," he reminded her, "When I'm not in class or doing homework, I'm busy having my ass handed to me by a giant kitten."

"What about when you're not training?" she asked.

"Read, I guess," he shrugged as he took another sip of his coffee, "I like cats, so I spend a lot of time playing with Ash. Sometimes I'll get lucky and get to hear you sing in the morning."

"But I thought no one was awake," she tried to hide her blush with her hands.

"What's wrong with your singing?" Jaune said as he gingerly moved her hands to reveal her face, "It's an amazing way to wake up in the morning."

"N-nothing, it's just I-I've never sang for anyone," Weiss let her hands down, her face turning a brighter shade of red, "so when anyone compliments my singing I just never really believed them."

"Didn't you think that after getting so many compliments that you're actually good?" he questioned, "besides, your singing is what I look forward to, it's the one good thing before everyone wakes up."

"I can imagine," the heiress shuddered, "I mean remember the first time you let Nora have coffee?"

"Hey, that morning was fun," he defended his teammate, "besides, it's not as bad as that time Yang accidentally swallowed that ecstasy tablet."

"I thought we agreed to never mention that ever again," she blushed harder than before, covering her chest and looking around, as if expecting the blonde pervert to fall out of the sky.

"Hmmm, your face betrays your words of protest," Jaune teased, receiving a light punch in response.

Yang noticed the fort of blankets and pillows in the middle of the room. Investigating further, she found her sister curled into a ball and still in her pajamas. "What's wrong, Ruby?" she asked as she crawled into the lightly fortified pile of pillows, "Is it about Jaune?"

"Yeah," she admitted as she moved to make room, "I just thought…"

"That he'd get over Weiss and fall for you instantly after you told him?" the blonde finished for her sister.

"I thought he was tired of being hurt so much," she whimpered, "I just wanted to make him happy."

"They're both your friends, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then you should be happy for both of them," Ruby's face indicated that wasn't what she wanted to hear. Wrapping her arms around the smaller girl to console her, she added, "Besides, you're super adorable, your perfect man will come for you when you're ready."

"You're right," she smiled lightly, still hoping it still would be the boy she initially fell for.

"Alright," she jumped up, causing the pillows to fall over, "we should get this place cleaned up, I'm pretty sure neither of us are in the mood to hear Weiss's bitching."

"What was that about me bitching?!" her voice could be heard not far down the hallway.

"And that's my cue to leave," the blonde teen said as she exited through the window.

Ash nimbly jumped about, playfully dodging the boarbatusk's charges. To the snow leopard cub, the creature was nothing more than a play thing. Swiping the grimm's face as it got close, it became apparent that the large kitten was purposefully provoking the creature. Finally growing bored of the repetitive motions, the large cub sunk its teeth into the defenseless underside and flailed it around like a chew toy.

While his companion was toying with grimm in the corner, the rest of the room was occupied by Pyrrha and Jaune as they trained. The countless grazes from her blade was starting to add up, his armor that covered his upper body was stained with blood, as he breathed heavily. In contrast, any cut that Jaune managed to land on his training partner was healed in a matter of seconds. "Jaune, are you sure you can continue?" she asked out of concern.

"I've never felt better," he said as he leaned on his blade for support, "I just need more practice."

"Why aren't you using your semblance or at least your aura to heal yourself?" she asked, strapping her equipment to her back.

"I can't just rely on them all the time," he lied.

"Fine," she said suspiciously. She pulled the first aid kit from its place on the wall, "Here, let me patch you up."

"You should really be careful, Jaune," she scolded as she applied the disinfectant that stung more than the blade, "fighting without using at least your aura could get you killed during training."

"It just tells me that I need more practice," he stood up as soon as the bandages were finished being applied to his wounds.

"Just don't do anything stupid," Pyrrha reminded as he went to retrieve the leopard cub.

"Come on, Pyrrha," he turned to give a reassuring smile, "stupid seems to always find me."

As soon as it was him and Ash, Jaune fruitlessly attempted to activate his aura again. He watched his aura flicker around his hands as he concentrated, only to have it go out like a light bulb. After several attempts, he punched the wall in frustration, drawing blood from his knuckles. "What the hell," he muttered quietly, "I was just able to use it so easily two weeks ago." Giving up on his attempts, he continued on his way

Author's note: So many things going on in my brain, I'm surprised that I still update daily. Despite all the protests I might get, the confusion will not end until I say it does.