A/N: I take pride in this chapter, not because of the writing, but because I finished it yesterday :D
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"I… HATE you."
Pyrrha rubbed Jaune's back consolingly, trying to find words that would express his sympathy towards the situation that Jaune was forced into. The long-haired blonde girl laid on her stomach, her face buried in a pillow.
"There, there, Jaune." Pyrrha said, not sure what else to say to her. Jaune groaned and flopped around, glaring at Pyrrha.
"Stop being so nice to me!" Jaune whined.
Only a few short days after Nora pointed out that Jaune hadn't had her period yet, it started. The nightmare. The torture.
Jaune wondered how any girl could stand the uncomfortable, awkward, grumpy experience that was called a period. Che.
It was one of those words that seemed to short for something so… so much more. It should've been called, thing-that-no-one-wants-and-hurts-and-sucks-and-makes-me-want-to-STRANGLE-someone.
Jaune felt a brief twinge of sympathy, remembering how his sisters had acted when it was their time of the month. There would've been more empathy there, but it was hard to too bad when Jaune had been subjected to the hands of seven blood-mad sisters with only his dad to act as a buffer.
Well, at least Jaune knew why they acted like that now.
"I feel nauseous." Jaune groaned again, flopping back around. Without much hesitation Pyrrha went back to rubbing her back in-between the shoulder blades. Jaune moaned again, this time a little softer, relishing the touch.
"You're amazing Pyrrha." Jaune sighed out blissfully, making the red-haired boy blush a little. This spurred a quick reminder from Pyrrha to keep himself in check, making sure not to give into the urge to just cover the girl with his own body.
Calm yourself Pyrrha. Think of things that won't get you excited. Think of… think of… Pyrrha's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, not being able to think of anything at first. Wow. There aren't many people I can think of that will take the edge off, is there?
Another sigh from Jaune had Pyrrha scrambling to find something else to think about, finally placing his thoughts towards a lingerie-clad Professor Port, dancing boisterously next to a stripper pole. With that image in mind, Pyrrha relaxed a little, swallowing carefully.
"I wanna throw up." Jaune moaned again.
"I… I sympathize completely." Pyrrha said, wholeheartedly agreeing.
"Errugh." With a heave upwards, Jaune sat up on top of her bed and blinked blearily at Pyrrha. Clumsily holding out both arms, Jaune pouted a little.
"Hug me."
What?
Pyrrha blinked in surprise at the unexpected demand, his jaw dropping a little at the unexpected demand. It threw him off so much that Pyrrha's libido was even put on halt, cocking its imaginary head up in confusion.
Pretty girl say what?
The silence lasted long enough that Jaune's pout turned into a full frown, turning her body so that she was facing a little bit away from Pyrrha.
"Or not I guess." Jaune muttered dejectedly, shifting as if to leave the bed. Pyrrha's eyes widened in panic, and his body moved unconsciously, and without any thought, wrapped the hurt girl into a tight embrace.
Jaune sat there on the edge of the bed, not moving while Pyrrha kept his arms around her. Finally, slowly, Jaune raised both of her arms up and held the boy as well, exhaling peacefully.
For once since Pyrrha turned into a boy, there wasn't a persistent feeling of sexual desire towards Jaune. Instead, it was replaced by a softer, duller ache that reminded Pyrrha of when she pined over Jaune before everything happened.
The two of them stayed like that for longer than either of them could tell, only interrupted when the doors to the room slid open, revealing Ren and Nora, accompanied by a skipping Ruby and a grumpy Weiss.
"—Anyways, that was probably the most traumatizing thing I've done ever. I think I'm going to need to find a way to never drink water again if I have to keep doing this." Weiss said distractedly, before trailing off when everybody was treated with the sight of Pyrrha and Jaune wrapped up in each other.
Quickly, Jaune untangled herself and stood up, eyes flashing dangerously.
"Get out, Get out, GET OUT!" Jaune shrieked, the power behind the yell similar to an irate Weiss.
The four friends decided that their lives weren't worth a few seconds of voyeuristic staring, and scrambled out of the doorway faster than a flash.
As the dust settled, Jaune's glare softened up and she collapsed next to a stunned Pyrrha, who couldn't believe Jaune would have the guts to do something like it. It almost scared him.
Arms wrapped around Pyrrha again as Jaune cuddled into Pyrrha's chest sighing.
"Mmm. This is nice." Jaune's fists tightened around the cloth, effectively trapping Pyrrha into her embrace. Pyrrha gulped nervously, starting to feel as if he was entering something that he was in no way prepared for. Again Jaune tightened her arms.
"Don't ever leave." She whispered. Pyrrha amended his previous statement.
He was in the deep end.
"Hey, what do you think's going on over there?" Yang asked conversationally, looking over at the reclined Blake, who was buried in one of his books. Blake only answered with a shrug, not bothering to grace Yang with spoken word. Yang frowned. It had been almost half an hour since Blake had arrived at the dorm and burrowed into his sheets, and not once during that time did Blake even attempt at conversation!
It was understandable that Blake was an introvert, but recently, it had seemed as if he was making an effort to talk to his teammates. But he hadn't spoken a single word to Yang at all today!
The nerve.
With a determined growl, Yang stood up and marched over to Blake, hands on her hips.
"What is wrong with you?" Yang yelled out, causing Blake to jump in surprise, his book falling from his grip and landing on his lap. Yang continued to rant on.
"And seriously, what is with you and just sitting in bed doing nothing? Everyone else is out doing something and you're here just sitting and I'm sitting here waiting—hoping! That you'll decide to go somewhere with me. And you know what?" Yang leaned over Blake, gripping on the sheets that covered the cat faunus.
"I have had enough with the waiting. You are getting off of your butt right NOW!" And with that, Yang pulled the sheets as hard as causing Blake to grip the sheets as well, trying to keep them on his body.
"Wait Yang! Wait!" Blake yelped desperately, before Yang tugged hard and pulled the cover completely off.
"Why're you acting so weird—oh." Yang stopped for a second, staring at the exposed Blake, who quickly grabbed his pillow and placed it strategically on his lap, face red with embarrassment.
"Oh." Yang drew out the word as things started to click together in her mind.
"So, reading those kind of books isn't really a great idea if you're a guy, huh?" Blake's ears flattened onto his skull as he continued to not look Yang in the eye, shaking his head.
"And I'm guessing you were probably waiting for me to leave to, uh, take care of the problem, huh?" Blake nodded, hands pulled up to cover his face.
Yang paused at the revelation, looking carefully at the mortified Blake, before licking her lips and giving a bit of a predatory grin.
"You know, you don't have to wait for me to leave to take care of the problem."
Blake lowered his hands down, eyes wide when he finally looked straight at Yang, who had managed to jump onto the bed with Blake, crawling seductively towards him like a lion would her prey.
"W-what?" Blake whispered lowly, not wanting this, yet really wanting this.
"In fact," Yang continued, ignoring the small protest, "I think I could personally take care of the problem for you." A wink. "Free of charge."
Blake only whimpered.
A loud thump could be heard from across the halls, Jaune raising her head from the crook of Pyrrha's neck, eyebrows raised.
"What do you think's going on over there?" Jaune asked, turning to Pyrrha.