With the coming of the Vital Festival and students from other schools coming to Beacon, everyone is under pressure to represent their school. For Y/N, the pressure is elsewhere. Turns out Ozpin has spread the rumors of 'The Ghost of Beacon' not just...
Had to post late since I had to take care of my body due to sickness. Let's jump into it.
The next morning, Y/N wakes up with a yawn and stretches. He goes to sit up but feels a tug. Looking down, he sees Blake holding onto his shirt. Her nose wiggles with her ears and tail twitching. A slight hum of a purr could be heard from her. Y/N silently chuckles.
Y/N (whisper): How can someone so serious be so cute when they sleep.
Y/N places a finger on Blake's cheek. Out of reflex, Blake grabs his finger with her free hand. Y/N smiles gently as Blake's eyes flutter open.
Y/N (whisper): *leans close to Blake's face* Morning, little kitten. How're you this beea-utiful morning~
Blake lets a smirk show as she sits up.
Blake: Better. Much better.
Y/N tucks a strand of Blake's hair behind her ear and grins widely.
Y/N: That's great to hear. Sooooo...will you be ready for the dance tonight?
Blake: *chuckles* Yes, I'll be ready. Weiss and Yang already had a dress for me to wear.
Y/N: That's like Weiss alright. *stands up and stretches* Well, I'll see you all at the dance tonight.
Blake: *nods* Mm.
Blake gets out of Y/N's bed and starts to head for the door. She stops with her hand on the handle and turns around.
Blake: Also...thank you. For listening yesterday.
Y/N: *puts finger on chin* Well it did take all my will to stay awake for your segments~
Blake: Hey!
Y/N: *lifts hands in the air, smiling* Hey, I'm just joking. It's never a problem to listen to your woes, Blake.
Blake: *sigh* Yang is such a bad influence on you.
Y/N: I can't deny nor confirm that statement.
Both laugh for a few moments. Blake opens the door.
Blake: See you at the dance.
Y/N: See ya.
Blake leaves and Y/N stands in his room, thinking about what he should wear.
It's around the time of the dance and Y/N is lazing around on his bed, waiting until he hears his alarm go off on his scroll. He clicks it to shut the noise off and grins.
Y/N: *gets up* Show time.
He puts on a standardized tux that he altered to fit his tail into. The collared, white, shirt, the bow tie, all of it. He finishes his look with a decorative rose in one of his suit's chest pockets.
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He checks himself in the mirror and smirks with satisfaction.
Y/N: Perfect. *checks his scroll* Time to start heading there.
