Jaune was not as amused as Yang seemed to think he should be.
He'd been in the middle of a rare, blissful sleep. Too tired after training to even have any dreams, good or bad. He'd up and passed out right on the couch, uncaring of the fact that he was, of course, sleeping in the massive open part of their house, where anyone could see and mess with him, and even worse he was right in front of the door for anyone to see if they had a visitor.
Of course, with the people currently living in said house, Jaune should have known better than to hope that he'd be uninterrupted. If there was someone to mess with, they could and would be messed with, be it by Yang, Nora, Ruby, or surprisingly Weiss.
It wasn't the latter three that were giving him grief right now though. Yang had walked in, spotted him sleeping, lying peacefully on his back and catching some much needed rest. Rest she of all people knew he didn't get much of, and promptly decided to fall down and lie on him.
"Why?" he croaked, trying to suck air back into his lungs. Yang stared at him with a wide, cheeky grin on her face. She pretended to think for a second before replying.
"I wanted to lie on the couch." He gaped at her, before growling. "You know, there's another couch right over there.
Her grin morphed into a delinquent smirk. "This one looked much comfier." She confessed, as if that excused her assaulting his poor tired self.
"Besides, maybe I wanted to spend some time with my fellow blonde." His head slumped back in annoyance, making Yang start to giggle. He sighed, at least one of them was having a good time.
"Whatever, I want to sleep. Think you can let me do that?"
"Aw yea, of course." Yang replied nonchalantly, as if she hadn't moments ago not been able to resist stopping him from sleeping by jumping on him. He rolled his eyes before she went on, "I have sleep to catch up on too, y'know?" she countered, "I just had something I wanted to talk to you about, and well, come on, you fell asleep out here, how's a girl supposed to resist?"
"Oh, I don't know, by not doing it?" he snarked back, causing more giggling.
It was kind of odd, hearing Yang giggle. He was pretty sure that he'd not once heard her do it at Beacon, she'd always been more of an outright laugher, even when she got here with Weiss, when they all had dinner together, it'd been her big booming laugh.
Her giggles were really quiet, by comparison. He wondered what was different that was bringing this out compared to all the other times where she'd laughed.
"Anyways, what was it you wanted to talk about?"
"Oh, right!" she shifted up suddenly, making him groan as her palms dug in under his ribs, making her shift her hands to somewhere less painful for him. "Sorry." She offered, grinning sheepishly as she glanced his way.
He rolled his eyes again, at least there'd be one thing she apologized for today.
"So uh," she said, before going quiet for a moment. "I just uh, wanted to know if you might feel like training together sometime?" He paused, looking up at her in surprise. That hadn't exactly what he'd been expecting to hear, if anything.
"I'm not sure I'd be much of a challenge for you, Yang." He admitted awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck with one hand.
She shrugged, "I'm too used to training with Ruby and Weiss doesn't really have an easy combat style to work with. We can just exercise together, too, if you want, I'm really just looking for a partner for stuff." There was a long pause before Yang realized how that probably sounded, and started to backtrack. "Not that I'm trying to replace- I mean," she stopped herself, sighing.
"I just, used to do all this stuff with Blake, and she left. Now I'm kind of just left with nobody to buddy up with. I'm not trying to intrude, or anything, it's just, ugh." She dropped her head down, causing Jaune to 'oomph' at the impact. "I'd just rather not be left on my own." She mumbled, raising her head back up slightly, her hair falling over the side of the couch beside them.
"It's alright to miss her, you know." He said suddenly. Yang's eyes met his, brows furrowed. "I get that you're mad at Blake for leaving, but that doesn't mean you can't miss her too." He said, shrugging, "Hasn't stopped me."
Her eyes widened in surprise, before she whispered, "You were mad at Pyrrha?" he flinched and looked down, ashamed, "Of course I am. She ran off to die for no reason." He lamented, "She left me, same as Blake left you, knowing that she didn't stand a chance of winning. I was devastated that she died, but at the same time, I was furious at her for throwing her life away like it meant nothing to her, or to any of us." His whispers grew more heated, gaining more bite as Jaune went on. Yang watched in morbid surprise, unsure of what to think of this side of the goofy blond.
"At least with Blake, there's a chance for her to realize her mistakes and come back. I don't have that, Yang."
She sighed, staying quiet as she mulled over the words. If she'd learned anything in the past year, it was the value of silence, and thinking things through before acting. Yang did not intend to put herself through the consequences of leaping before thinking again. Once had been too many times.
"Neither one should have run, whatever the reasons." She said, after a long silence. Jaune's forehead nudged her cheek as he nodded, reminding her of the position they were in, and what sort of view he probably had of her at this angle. When she looked down though, she found that his eyes were on her face, not any lower, and she reminded herself that this was Jaune. He wouldn't sneak a peek unless she wanted him to. Probably not even if she wanted him to, a part of her mind groused. She beat it back and focussed on his reply.
" – They shouldn't have, but they did, and now all we can do is go from there." He offered a smile that Yang returned, before she reached over to pat him on the head, sitting upright as she did so, resting on his stomach comfortably. Well, comfortably for her, at least.
"I know, even if sucks." She said, "Thanks Jaune." Her smile was as genuine as her words, for only a moment before her hands came down to whack his chest playfully, "So, want to come train with me or not?" the smile had shifted into a hopeful grin, head tilting sideways as she awaited his answer.
Jaune directed a flat look her way, "I was enjoying a nap before you got here, you know." He said, gesturing at the couch they were laying on. He watched as her grin faltered for a moment, and let out a deep breath. "Yang, I'm not saying no. We can do stuff later, I'm just exhausted right now. Hence the whole…" he gestured vaguely, but Yang nodded in acceptance anyways.
"Right, yea." She let out, seemingly unsure of what course to take from there. Within a few seconds it looked like she'd made a decision, and a smirk overtook her face before she shifted and then let herself fall over in a heap, landing back on top of Jaune's chest and making him gasp for air a third time.
"Why!" he cried dramatically, even as he felt her wrapping her arms around him and getting comfortable.
"Might as well get some sleep too, I'll need all my energy if I'm gonna keep up with your stamina!" she teased, winking when she caught his eye. Jaune let out a long groan, slamming his head down on the couch.
His annoyance couldn't hold up for long, though, as his fatigue started to seep back into the forefront, pulling his eyes closed as Yang rested her head just below his chin. One of his arms was stuck between their stomachs, thankfully not touching anything it shouldn't, and he had moved the other up to rest his face against. He wondered, before he fell asleep, if Yang was even tired. He hoped she was, because it was really awkward to imagine she was just going to lie there while he slept, wide awake.
His worries were for nothing, as Yang's breathing had slowed into soft breaths as she fell asleep, even before he had fully left consciousness.
Later, when he came to again, he was almost sad to realize he had woken up, and curled up tighter to stay cozy and warm, unwilling to give up on some of the best sleep he'd gotten in months. That action was abandoned when he started to wonder what exactly he had just curled tighter around.
His mind almost dove straight into panic mode, but Jaune opened his eyes and had his view filled with a mass of golden hair, and he let out a sigh, relaxing. After all, they'd done as much before, the one time, and she'd been the one who decided to sleep on top of him on a couch. It wasn't his fault if he'd managed to shift her between himself and the back of the couch in his sleep.
He almost questioned where the blanket that covered the two of them had come from, before deciding he really didn't want to ask questions like that, since there were literally no good answers. Best case scenario was what, Ren? He really hoped it had been Ren.
So, ignoring his mind's natural fear of doing anything that might get him killed, Jaune let himself pull Yang's back a little closer to him and closed his eyes, enjoying every little bit of peace he could get.
Unbeknownst to Jaune, one of their housemates watched said action from one of the connecting hallways to the main room.
She let herself admit, silently of course, that Jaune had definitely grown up since Beacon, like the rest of them. While her first thought had been to try and use her discovery of the two on the couch as teasing material, when she saw the small smile Yang wore in her sleep, knowing that her teammate suffered from nightmares and regularly looked exhausted because she'd just stayed up through most of the night rather than face them, she decided to just leave things be. Adding the blanket had just been an afterthought. If this was how Yang could get some sleep, and being honest, probably how Jaune could get some sleep as well, then she was more than happy to let them help each other, and do her part as well.
She'd promised she'd be there for Yang, after all, and she knew that promise went to all her friends. Even the dunce.