Disclaimer: All source content belongs to Rooster Teeth. This first chapter, credits to Gloomiebunny009

October 26, 2019
Announcement: I've deleted chapters 11-21 for the revisions that will be happening in the near future.

September 10, 2023
Wow, it's been a long time. I honestly didn't think I'd return, so I won't promise that I'll be regularly updating this again, but I promise that I won't be dropping this fanfic. I have been out of the RWBY loop for a long time due to how disappointed I have become with the series after volume five. Though I suppose none of that matters since I really won't be going with the canon beyond volume three.

Anyways, I have gone back through chapters 1-12 to make some grammar and spelling edits to facilitate better flow. Not much has changed story-wise and I still have the old notes that I'll be revisiting. Due to how much my life has changed in the past four years, and if I decide to regularly update again, I cannot realistically do weekly updates. Maybe I can feasibly do an update monthly or every other month, but it's still up in the air if I can. I hope I can make it up to the crew of the BlackSun ship.

Sun loved days like this even though he would prefer to be outside. Warm and sunny, not a single cloud in the blue sky. It was days like this that he would just find a good tree and climb it, lounge on the biggest branch and eat a banana, maybe even throw the banana peel at an unsuspecting person below and hide; and relax.

But instead, he was inside Team RWBY's dorm room. Not that he minded since he was comfortable on Blake's bed, especially with her held close to him and his nose buried in her long black hair. Blake was reading a book—half ignoring him—about a princess traveling to another kingdom to retrieve a holy artifact. The princess was accompanied by three bodyguards who were secretly trying to win her interest.

Sun's tail was limp and laying behind him. His leg was over her's and his arms were wrapped around her midsection. He felt himself begin to doze off a little. Content with the beautiful girl in his arms and the perfect day, his eyes began to feel heavy.

Blake and Sun had been "dating" for about two months. She had asked him to keep it quiet with the excuse being it was their business and no one else had to know about it—not even her own team. He would not agree with it at first, seeing as he did not like to keep secrets from his friends. When he brought up the issue to her, she just shook her head saying he could do whatever he wanted, but she did not want to tell anyone because she was afraid of the many questions she'd receive from the school staff and her team.

Sun had considered her perspective and decided to go along with her "keeping it quiet" suggestion. But if anyone brought it up and asked him, he would be honest with them. Unless of course, it was a professor or a member of the academy staff. Students weren't allowed to date, yet the academies have no problem putting girls and boys in the same room. The reason went along the lines of, "students must be able to focus completely on their training in harmony with everyone" or something like that. The official rule shared among all Huntsman academies states: "While attending any of the academies, students are prohibited from dating other students or forming any relationship akin to dating during the course of their tutelage." What a bunch of crap. Due to all of these factors his mouth was zipped shut.

Blake shifted to check the time on her scroll. Weiss would be back soon from her early-afternoon training, which meant that Sun had to leave soon, or else he'd face the scolding of a lifetime for "breaking in" to their dorm room.

"What time is it?" He asked groggily. She felt his breath against her neck causing a pleasant shiver to travel through her.

"Around two," she answered. She put her scroll back on the bed and continued reading her book.

"Ugh . . . why can't your friends stay out longer?" He groaned, holding her tighter against him.

She simply hummed in response, silence returning to the dorm room. Only the quiet whirl of fans inside the vents broke the silence.

From time to time, Blake would think about how comfortable she was with Sun around her. He was very talkative, but he liked the quiet as much as she did. That meant they didn't really have to talk all the time which was nice for her, and she welcomed his company. On the other hand, he was surprised that she was okay with him being this close to her. When they first met, she didn't say a single word to him and stayed ten feet away. But after the whole Torchwick incident at the docks, she was okay with him being near her. That cleared up some confusion, sort of.

The whirling sound of the fan in the vents and the rhythmic deep breaths of Sun began to lull Blake into a sleepy state. It was hard to keep reading when her eyes began to feel heavier by the second. The book was falling out of her hand as she slowly welcomed the bliss of sleep.

Maybe a quick nap wouldn't be a bad idea. . . .

She shook her head, determined to finish the chapter she was on. But halfway through, she was about to fall asleep when she froze. Something had slithered around her abdomen and was tickling her bare stomach. She looked down to inspect and scowled. She closed her book and thwacked Sun on the head with it.

"Ow!" He flinched, becoming more alert from his sleepy state. "What was that for?!"

"Your tail, get it off," she said coldly.

"Huh– What?"

"Get your tail off of me." She pointed to the golden furry tail that was wrapped around her waist.

Grumbling, he removed his tail from her and scooted away. He looked away while mumbling nonsense to himself. "Lighten up, geez. . ." He turned his back to her.

Every time something like this happened, Blake would always be surprised at how sensitive Sun could be. She wouldn't expect an outgoing and cocky person to be capable of sulking. Over the last month, she had figured out some things that made him tick.

One of them was wasting food. Whenever he saw a someone throw away unfinished food, he went out of his way to walk up to that person and scold them about wasting perfectly good food that could have gone to someone else that needed it. It surprised her that he cared about the impoverished. The other thing was dressing up in formal attire. Sun and shirt-and-tie combinations did not go together. Then, the thing she found the weirdest was how irritated he would become when she didn't want to hold hands with him. For a while—in her mind—it hadn't sunk in that she was dating him. They were just really close friends. She needed time for her attitude to switch from "that's so stupid" to "it was okay for him to hold her hand". Even now she pulled away sometimes despite no one being around to catch them in the act.

The idiot took it the wrong way when it happened the first time. He wouldn't talk to her for days until she finally cornered him and demanded to know why he was avoiding her. What was his reason? He thought she didn't like him being around her and other stupid reasons. She yelled at him and smacked him on the head with a book. He listened (flinching every time she raised her hand, thinking she was going to hit him again) to her explanation of the issue. Since then, he'd been pretty patient with her which she took for granted.

Now this.

Blake suspected it was the same issue with the hand-holding misunderstanding. Sun honestly thought she didn't like him touching her.

Groaning, she knew she had over reacted, and she hated saying apologies . . .

She glanced at him while sighing. "You idiot. I didn't mean it like that. . ." She poked his back with her finger.

"Huh?" He looked over his shoulder before sitting up.

"I mean . . . I just . . ." Why was it so hard to apologize? She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her ears twitching beneath the bow. "Sun, your tail just surprised me. I didn't mean to make it sound like I hated it."

He looked at her, making Blake fidget slightly under his stare and look away. He grinned and wrapped his arms around her and fell back on the bed with her, making her grunt slightly. With mischievous intent, he wrapped his tail around her waist again. She decided to ignore the ticklish feeling this time and returned to her reading.

Sun knew that was probably the closest thing to an apology that he would receive. Being smart, he kept quiet and knew to take whatever victory he got. Even if she didn't outright apologize, he knew she meant it. Underneath that cold, introverted facade was a sweet girl.