Everything was finally back to normal. Well… better than normal… things were perfect.
Except homework. That got a whole lot worse.
"How on Remnant do they expect us to get all these projects done at once and still keep up with our combat training?" Weiss growled and almost snapped her pencil in half in a very un-Weiss-like way.
"I give up. I'll become a hobo." I yawned loudly and threw my book down in frustration. It that time of the year where studying for midterms was in full swing and I just didn't have it in me to study as hard as I needed to.
"I'm exhausted…" Blake rested her hand on mine. It was an absentminded, barely there touch. I looked down at our hands just to make sure it was actually happening and she smirked softly before nuzzling my cheek. She knew what it did to me. We'd barely been dating a week but she knew exactly how to make my heart race. She felt my pulse quicken and a smug smile crossed her face again.
"Maybe we could do Professor Port's project? It's a lot of work, but it should be the easiest…" Ruby looked through her organizer, checking each project we had to do.
I think we all sighed in exasperation. Doing Professor Port's project would mean starting an entirely new project, even if it was easier. But Ruby did have a pretty good point. Either way, I really didn't want to get up. It'd mean Blake letting go of my hand, which was something I was pretty reluctant to let happen.
We both got out of my bed and grabbed the books we'd need. I'd never reached for my binder so quickly.
When we'd climbed back on my bed, we sat back to back, leaning against each other. Just feeling her there was enough for me, even if I couldn't see her. Even if we weren't talking.
But there was just so much work to do. We spent the next three days working on projects, reports and other assignments, all while studying for midterms. Somehow Blake and I still found time for hand holding and awkwardly gazing at one another for maybe a couple seconds too long. I thought it was pretty funny when that happened. I once caught her staring at my thighs for a solid minute. She'd caught me staring at her collarbones on six different occasions.
Three days of this and we we'd finally finished the last of our assignments. We handed them all in, even the ones that weren't due until the next day. We were just glad to be free.
"Thank Dust that's over," I never wanted to see another piece of homework for as long as I lived.