Yang Returns

It didn’t take long for Pyrrha to fall asleep. With a hangover, some medicine, and someone to cuddle with, of course it didn’t take much. You just surfed your scroll a bit, expecting Blake to return soon. The door did open soon enough and you looked up, but were met with a familiar blonde head of hair instead of black.

“Sup, boss man!” Yang greeted. “Sorry I’m late, had to shower before coming back. Looking this good takes work. Enjoy the pics?”

“Shhhh,” You told her, gesturing to Pyrrha. “She’s got a hangover thanks to your stunt.”

“Oh, hehe.” Yang actually looked sheepish. “It was good up to that point, right?” You nodded reluctantly. “And what’s with the bed arrangements?”

“Pyrrha suggested it to save room.” You tell her.

“Uh huh.” Yang peered over at Pyrrha cuddling against your arm. “Save room, yeah.” She grinned, dropped her stuff on her desk and pushed over her bed next to Jaune. Then she plopped on the bed and cuddled against Jaune’s arm. “Saving room, right boss?”

“Fine, but if you misbehave in the future, you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Please, when do I ever misbehave?”

You rolled your eyes at her, though you decided not to argue. It was actually pretty nice. Sex was great, but you didn’t need it every second of the day. Being pampered by some attractive girls who just want to cuddle was a nice reward in itself. Yang of course made sure to press her chest against you. She was taking the time when she knew you wouldn’t turn the tables on her and wake up Pyrrha to get back at you for the picture stunt.

Not that you minded.

Eventually, Blake did returned.

“Called it.”

“Yes, yes you did.” You admitted as Yang looked between you.

“Jealous, Blakey?”

Blake rolled her eyes and set down some plate. She snagged some pastries, fruit, and cereal with some milk for them.

“Sounds like Yang doesn’t want any food.” You joked, as she reached for a doughnut.

“Come on!” Yang begged.

You laughed and gestured that she could have some. Yang was ecstatic for some food and so were you. Due to the commotion, Pyrrha woke up and joined you all, although somewhat subdued. She was feeling slightly better, even if she couldn’t eat much due to being nauseous. As you all talked about the previous night, which everyone actually enjoyed until the Grimm Slayers, Blake suddenly spoke up.

“Pyrrha, Yang? I have something to tell you.”

You were quiet as the girls looked up and watched Blake reach a hand up to her bow.

“I’ve been keeping a secret from you two,” Blake said nervously. “I told Jaune, but he kept it a secret on my request. I’m actually a…” She pulled off the bow. “…a Faunus.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Okay?” Pyrrha asked confused. Blake stared at her. Pyrrha probably could have articulated better about what she meant, luckily Yang was willing to.

“I think what she means is none of us care if you’re a Faunus,” Yang explained, looking at Jaune who nodded. “It’s a little bit of surprise, but not a big deal. On the plus side, I have SOOOO many new nicknames and puns for you.”

“Jaune!” Blake gasped. “Make her stop!”

“That is beyond my power.” You said in a monotone, earning a laugh from Yang and even a small chuckle from Pyrrha. Blake sighed and decided to continue to explain a bit more about her past.

It ended up with a big reassuring hug from Yang.

“I told you,” You told her. “Pyrrha and Yang aren’t the type to judge people based on race or their past mistakes. You’re you, Blake. The moody girl who we drag along to everything for entertainment… ow!” Blake socked your arm.

“It feels good to get it off my chest,” Blake admitted. “I didn’t like lying to you all, but I wanted you to see me for who I am, not what I am.”

“I can understand that,” Pyrrha finally spoke with more than a few words. “I’m the same way. People put me on a pedestal because of my fame. I enjoy my time with you three because I’m not some untouchable star to you. I’m just a friend.”

“We love you too, P-money!” Yang grabbed both girls and pulled them into a hug.

“Ahhh, Yang!” Blake complained.

“W-wait-…” Pyrrha stammered, her face green. “...umph… HLEEAAHHHurkurkBLLEAAHH!”

The worst thing in history that could have happened just did.

Yang had been holding both Blake and Pyrrha close on the edge of the bed, so when Pyrrha finally lost her composure, there was nowhere to run.

Everything came rushing out of mouth as she puked.

You threw yourself back by reflex, even without being in the splash zone.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Yang and Blake’s screaming reached the edge of Beacon.

You decided to slip out of the room before people decided the sound was you killing your teammates. There was a little guilt in abandoning the girls, but you hated cleaning up vomit.