Coco POV
Later that day, I dressed in loose-fitting clothing for my kung fu lesson and headed out to meet Yang. I found her in the main courtyard, looking bored. I walked over to her and she perked up immediately.
"Hi," she said after planting a quick kiss on my lips.
"Hi," I replied. "How was work?"
"Same as ever. Ready to go?"
"Yeah, come on." I took her hand and we walked together to Qrow's gym. The walk was uneventful, and Yang spent it making puns. We soon arrived at the gym and saw that it was empty other than Qrow. Yang explained that she was usually the only person to practice on Saturday nights, but Ren occasionally stopped by.
"Hello, Yang, Coco," Qrow greeted when he saw us. "Oh, you're…involved now?"
"Hi, Qrow. Yeah, we are. How are you?" Yang replied.
"I'm fine. And you?"
"I'm good," Yang said.
"I'm fine, thanks," I said. "I've decided I wanna learn, if that's okay."
"Yes, of course. Do you know what style you want to start with?" Qrow asked.
"Uhh…" Truthfully, I didn't know the names of any styles of kung fu.
"Wing Chun. You want to do Wing Chun," Yang told me.
"Do I?"
"Yeah, it's awesome. It's what Bruce Lee learned first," she explained.
"Okay, I guess I'll do Wing Chun," I told Qrow. He nodded, and told Yang to do the warm up with me. When we were done, Yang went off to practice while Qrow began teaching me the basics of Wing Chun, as well as giving me a lecture about the style's history. Supposedly, it had been learned by a woman named Yim Wing-Chun. It had been taught to her by a nun after Yim said she'd marry the local warlord if he could beat her in a fight. She won and took a different husband, to whom she taught the style. It was later named after her.
"The thing to remember about Wing Chun is, you attack and defend at the same time," Qrow explained. "The other thing is to relax. Muscle tension and stiffness is the downfall of the Wing Chun practitioner."
Two hours later, I was exhausted and drenched in sweat. Qrow didn't mess around when it came to practice. However, despite barely being able to stand from exhaustion, I felt oddly satisfied.
"You're not dying yet?" Qrow asked as I was getting some water.
"No…no, I'm good," I replied, breathing heavily.
"You will," he said, chuckling. "That's a promise."
"Ignore him. He says that to everyone," Yang told me, smiling. Like me, she was sweating like mad, but didn't seem overly tired. "But seriously, have you had enough yet? It's getting late."
"Getting sleepy?" I asked.
"No, but you look dead on your feet. Let's go back."
Truthfully, I was glad of the suggestion. My legs were like jelly. My arms felt so weak I doubted I'd be able to lift my shirt over my head when it was time to get changed for bed.
"You gonna be coming back, Coco?" Qrow asked.
"Yeah. What's the tuition fee?"
He merely waved his hand dismissively, telling me not to worry. I shrugged and imitated Yang's gesture with the right fist in the left hand, both palms facing the floor. Qrow did the same, then Yang and I left the gym.
The cool night air was incredibly refreshing against my skin as Yang took my hand and walked with me back to Beacon. When we got there, I saw a vaguely familiar figure lugging a suitcase towards the administration building.
"Is that…" I started to ask as Yang cut me off.
"Why is Pyrrha Nikos at Beacon? She lives in like, California or Oregon or something!" she exclaimed as the figure walked into the light cast by the lamp over the door. The person turned, probably startled by the outcry, and I saw that it was in fact the girl who'd almost beaten Yang at the tournament. Once again, her long red hair was tied back in a ponytail. I couldn't see her outfit properly from this distance, but she seemed to be wearing sweatpants and a tank top. As Yang and I got closer, her vibrant green eyes widened in recognition.
"Hello again!" she called cheerfully, waving.
"Hi," Yang replied, still sounding confused.
"Yang, isn't it?" Pyrrha asked.
"Yeah. This is my girlfriend, Coco," Yang replied. I blushed a little at being introduced as Yang's girlfriend. "Can I ask: why are you at Beacon? I don't mean that in a rude way."
"I want to study the Antiquity period, Ancient Greece in particular. I decided to come to DC for a change of pace," the redhead explained. "I take it you two attend Beacon as well?"
"Yeah," I answered. "Maybe we'll see you around."
"Well, that sounds grand."
"By the way, there's no hard feelings about the tournament, right?" Yang asked. "I kicked you pretty hard at the end there."
"No, it's fine," Pyrrha told her. "You won, fair and square. To be honest it was the only time I've ever lost."
"Only time I've ever been worried about losing. You sure don't fuck around in a fight."
"Should I take that as a compliment?" the redhead asked.
"Yes, you should," I told her. "For Yang to say she was worried is a huge deal, given her ego."
"Shut up, Coco," the blonde said with a smile. "Anyway, see you later," she told Pyrrha.
"Bye," the redhead said, waving again.
"Didn't expect to see her again," Yang said once Pyrrha was inside. "Anyway, I should probably let you go rest now. You're obviously exhausted."
"How do you do it?" I asked.
"Do what?"
"You know, all the intense practice you do. You've been training for what, five years?"
"Oh, right," she said, chuckling somewhat. "When I started, I was like you."
"So you weren't always so cocky?"
"Be quiet," she told me, sticking her tongue out. "I mean I got as tired as you are now. If you keep training, it'll get easier."
"Okay. Anyway, as much as I love being with you, I really need to sleep before I pass out right here."
"Want me to carry you to your room?" she asked, dead serious.
"No, thanks. I'm good."
"Okay. I'll walk with you though." We headed towards my dorm building, still holding hands. Everything seemed fine until we got to the stairs, where it turned out my leg muscles refused to carry me up them.
"Um, Yang?" I asked, a tad embarrassed.
"What's up?"
"I may actually need carried." Yang laughed and scooped me up, carrying me bridal style up the stairs. She didn't put me down until we reached my door, at which point I almost fell because my legs decided to collapse underneath me. I stayed on my feet by grabbing the door frame.
"Shit, you okay?" Yang asked, her face full of concern.
"Yeah. See you tomorrow?" I replied.
"If you want."
"Cool. Goodnight," I said, kissing Yang softly.
"Night," she replied as I opened my door. I made my way over to my bed and collapsed onto it, too tired to even change. I fell asleep on top of my covers, not caring that I probably smelled really bad and that my bed would as well when I woke up.
A/N: Back, after another delay. Sorry. Didn't have time to write this. Anyway. The history lesson about Wing Chun was accurate. I don't personally know Wing Chun, so that's why I didn't go into details about Coco's lesson. Anyway, the poll about lemons is still going on, and currently it's looking like they're gonna happen. Though to be honest, only one person voted, so I'm extending the poll to the first of January. Seriously, guys, vote. Someone did bring up a good point though, and that's that he didn't want me to rush it. Don't worry, it won't be for a while should it end up happening. Anyway, that's all I have to say, so leave a review and follow/favourite if you want. Thanks for reading.