Jaune sat quietly on the rooftop, aware of Cardin's window just underneath. The door opened behind him and he was joined shortly by Pyrrha, who stood behind him.
"Jaune? Are you alright?"
He didn't turn around yet, "Yeah, I'm just thinking a couple things."
"What're you thinking about?" Pyrrha asked.
That maybe, he was wrong about not needing help with fighting. That he was really thankful for her help with training him. That he-
He shook his head and stood up, "Just thinking about homework. You may be helping me with fighting, but I really do need to brush up on history."
Crocea Mors was released from its scabbard and Milo intercepted it, "Darn, I nearly got you that time." Jaune smiled.
Pyrrha sighed, "You do this all the time, Jaune."
It felt good to be a student of Beacon. Really good.
This was something I put together while procrastinating. I wanted to improve my characterization, but was too shy to make a real multi-chapter fic. So I made vignettes instead. Any reviews and criticisms would be appreciated.