Death Won't Do Us Part (RWBY x malereader, Ruby x malereader.)

Going Back To Beacon!

however, you huffed and turned away, rejecting not only her embrace, but also her apology.

"so...anyone gonna explain?"

"just a lovers spat."

the group of 10 watched the two of you.

you didn't seem to be giving Ruby any time of day.

"it wasn't even my ffffaaaauuulllltttt...." she spoke, sliding down your form and onto the floor.

for a singular moment, you turned to her with a doubtful expression for your own actions, but you shook your head and turned away again.

your stomach rumbled once more, you had yet to eat anything.

not only that, but you had yet to wash up, so you were still dirty and irritated.

so, you turned around and walked away, leaving the group.

which in turn, caused Ruby to cry crocodile tars on the floor.

"nnnoooo...." she spoke. "he's mad at mmmeeee...."

"should we do something?" Pyrrha asked.

"nah. this has happened before. it never lasts a full day." Yang spoke up, shrugging her shoulders.

"i see."

they watched you walk off, noticing you not even turn around once to look at Ruby.

it seems you were, in fact, very irritated.

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you sat down on your bed, your feet swinging back and forth.

you had cleaned up, your features back to it's pristine shining white that even the light god itself would be jealous of.

however, your stomach rumbled.

you still have not ate anything.

and well, you can't because of the mass food fight earlier.

so you were hangry.

you were the only one in your dorm room. your team had yet to arrive because they were doing something.

or well, that's what you expected because you were originally going to eat!

but because that's off the table, you presumed they were doing something instead!

you pouted and sent your foot forward, as if throwing a tantrum.

it had even got to the point your stomach was hurting you were that hungry.

for a moment, your mind changed it's focus, instead opting to reply Ruby's previous apologies.

and the fact you rejected that apology, making her sad.

ad now, because of making her sad, you were sad.

and no doubt she was still sad which made you even sadder.

so, you flopped onto your bed, turning around so your face was shoved straight into the pillow.

your stomach growled loudly.

'shut up.'

in response, it decided it would be a wonderful idea to give you a pang of pain.

the door to the room opened, but you did not turn to see who entered.

you heard the scuttering of footsteps.

a hand was placed on the back of your head and weaved through your hair, yet you did not move.