Weapon Maintenance

After breakfast, the four of them made their way to the lecture halls and their first class of the day: Weapon Maintenance. Ruby's personal favorite.

"Maybe we'll be doing welding work, and we'll be able to wear aprons for the entire class," Yang joked as the four of them entered the room, taking their seats at their usual table at the back of the classroom.

"Uh-uh," Ruby shook her head, smiling. "If Weiss and I didn't get any cover yesterday, then neither do you two."

"Alright," Yang shrugged, laughing. "Then you can explain to Dad why I was sent to the hospital with burn marks on my tits."

"Simple. I'll tell him you're a slut, and you get off on burning yourself."

Yang threw a pencil in response, which Ruby was easily able to bat away. The four of them then settled down, waiting for Professor Barr to arrive. However, as the time for class to start got closer and closer, it wasn't him, but Professor Goodwitch. RWBY looked around at each other, concern and fear evident on their faces.

"Good morning, students," Goodwitch started, looking around the room. "Unfortunately, Professor Barr is out sick today. I will be substituting until he's back on his feet."

"Oh, gods," Blake whispered, feeling her stomach drop to the ground beneath her. Anyone catching them naked would be bad enough. But Goodwitch? With her no-nonsense attitude, combined with the riding crop she always carried with her? It was enough to make Blake shudder in fear.

As the class got underway, Blake did her best to remain as quiet as possible so as to not draw attention. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue for her. She'd sometimes go entire days without speaking up in class. However, now that she was consciously doing it, she began to notice every little noise. The creaking of her chair as she shifted in it. The clinging and clanging of her tools as she moved them across the table. Even when she had to cough she **** herself to hold it in until someone else made a noise across the room.

Looking next to her, she could see that Yang was in a similar situation, although not as severe. For Yang, hearing wasn't as big of an issue since she didn't have faunus hearing. Blake was simply able to hear far more than her teammates, and it put her more on edge than any of them. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the work in front of her.

Unfortunately, the lab they were currently working on concerned advanced weapons that were more computer-focused, instead of mechanically-focused like her own Gambol Shroud. As such, she was somewhat lost on how, exactly, the computer chip dictated what the weapon was to do.

"Do any of you understand this?" Blake asked, looking up at her teammates. However, right away, she could see all of them were in similar situations to her. Even Ruby, despite her usual knack for anything weapons, was struggling.

"I'm lost," Weiss confessed, shaking her head. "Should we ask Goodwitch?"

"I think we have to," Ruby nodded, looking solemnly at Blake and Yang.

"But she'll see us!" Yang whispered, her eyes flicking to the front of the room where the professor stood.

"We don't have a choice, if we want to complete this lab," Blake conceded. As difficult as it was for her, she **** her hand in the air. There was a chance she'd notice, yes. But that was no excuse for poor school work.

"Professor Goodwitch? We have a question."