"Blake, what are you doing?" I tossed my bag onto my bunk after walking into the dorm. It'd been a short day of classes and I still had tons of energy. Weiss said she was going to help Ruby with her History of Dust homework in the library, so I was free with Blake for the rest of the day. By the time I looked back at her, she was doing her best at trying to hide something behind her back. I was pretty sure I'd seen her reading a book, but I couldn't be sure.
"Nothing…" She tried to do something with the ribbons around her wrists, occupying her hands as if she'd been doing that the whole time. As an older sister, I saw through the act pretty easily- Ruby often tried to hide a lot of things when I caught her redhanded, like when I found her with her hands in the cookie jar. I couldn't blame her for trying to hide whatever book she was reading from me, but honestly I wished she'd stop being so secretive in general. We were teammates- partners! And I wanted to learn as much as I could about her.
"Blake. Come on-"
"Yang, please stop," she wrapped her arms around her knees and watched me walk around our room. Her clothes were a little disheveled, like she'd started reading her book halfway through undressing out of her uniform. It was weird to see her like that- she was normally pretty neat and organized, kinda like Weiss. But I realized she was also breathing pretty hard. Her cheeks were red and her chest rose and fell pretty fast, like she'd just finished running a couple of miles.
"Don't worry, Blakey. No need to stop reading because of me. I've got my own books to read, myself." I pulled a random book out of my… limited bookshelf. It was a cute storybook I'd read to Ruby whenever she woke up with a nightmare during the night. It had stories like Goldilocks and the Three Ursai- my personal favorite- and The Ugly Nevermore.
Blake sighed and awkwardly went back to reading her own book. I couldn't tell which one it was- I learned pretty early on that it was pretty common for those kinds of books to not to have their titles printed across their covers like most books do. It was pretty funny when I thought about it.
I used my book to try and distract myself from Blake reading her own story. I didn't want to make her feel like I was being weird or creepy by spying on her, but the blush in her cheeks was a little more interesting than The Three Little Boarbatusk. It was just so cute and entertaining.
She kept reading, her eyes scanning each line of text like an excited kid eating candy, just wanting to get the next, sweeter piece. I was so curious to see what made her act that way.
I really wanted to go see… Should I go see?
"Nah… self control, Yang."