Hi. It me the author. I like RWBY, I also like reading fan fiction. Figured I'd try it out my self. I did this for fun and also this is a first for me I hope at least someone enjoys it. If not that's ok.
I like Blake so I decided to go with a Blake...
Team RWBY were impatiently sitting in Professor Port's class. He was pacing near his desk recounting another story from his youth. Jaune takes the opportunity to slide over to Weiss who's staring intently at her Scroll's clock as if willing it to change faster.
Jaune: "So, Weiss, y'know, uh, I-I was thinking after this, maybe we could go grab a bite eat? And, uh um, I-I've got two tickets to that new Spruce Willis movie, if you wanna make the trip to Vale. I hear it's awesome. Aaaand maybe after that, we could study together? I mean, you're smart and I'm, uh... Y'know."
Weiss doesn't even give him a response.
The bell finally rings.
Port: "And then I— Oh. Timed that one wrong, I guess. Well, the stunning conclusion to this story will have to wait. Until next time!"
Weiss gets up to leave.
Jaune: "Weiss? Did you hear me."
She doesn't even look at him as she walks away.
Weiss: "No, no, no, yes."
Jaune slumps his head on the desk with a sad groan.
The rest of team RWBY walks by (y/n) just pats his buddy on the back, Yang ruffles his hair.
Yang: "One day." . . Later in Team RWBY's dorm. The girls are finishing their final preparations on their temporary outfits.
Blake: "I thought that class would never end."
She tightens the straps on her wrists.
The girls all nod to each other signifying they were ready.
Ruby: "(y/n) you can come out now!"
(Y/n): (from inside the bathroom) "Hang on I'm not done yet!"
Yang: "You've been in there for 20 minutes what's taking so long?!"
(Y/n): (still in the bathroom) "It's not my fault! I haven't changed combat gear in... ever! I always just make or buy new pieces in the right size when I grow out of them! I was fine with my stuff, but nooooooo! We had to be different today!"
Ruby: "I thought it would be cool!"
(Y/n): (still in bathroom) "Then this is your fault! There! Finally, god!" . . . . The door opens to reveal (y/n) in his new outfit.
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(Definitely not mine I can't draw a man that sexy if I wanted too. Credit to the artist. You do great work!)
The girls all stand there staring at him in silence.
(Y/n): "God you guys were the ones that complained when I said I was gonna wear my normal stuff. So don't complain that I'm trying! So stupid making me wear new stuff... whoa."
