Y/n woke up to two very different things. One was the sound of a ginger screaming and the other was the feeling of Neo's breath on his chest. In case you've never met a ginger, much less a hyperactive ginger, it can be best described as an Afourteen song if Afourteen drank liquid cocaine, played Overwatch competitive, and blasted Bury The Light before entering the studio.
Ginger: WAKE THE FU-
The asian shemale from before cut her off. He/She/They/It was dressed in green Japanese casual attire. It confused Y/n how that could be combat practical, but then again, the girl on his chest fights with illusions, an umbrella, and emoticons.
Shemale: Nora.
Nora: Right, sorry Ren. *Deep inhale* GOT OFF YOUR FIGGITY FUCKING ASSES AND GET READY TO FIGHT GOD OR DIE TRYING!
Ren: That's not what I meant.
Nora: I KNOW.
Ren: Let's just go get our gear.
Nora: BUT BREAKFAST.
Ren: Fine. Breakfast first, then gear.
Nora: WITH PANCAKES?
Ren: *sigh* Okay, pancakes, then gear.
The girl contently smiled and skipped to what Y/n could only assume is a cafeteria. He suddenly forgot all about them when he felt a yawn on his chest. He looked down and saw Neo in a very adult like position on his chest. He could see down her shirt because her breast made a rather large gap at the collar. She looked up at him in a tired daze, confused as to why she had her arms and legs wrapped around him. Then, everything came back to her at once and she recoiled back.
Y/n: Jeez, I'm not that bad.
She started shaking her head and turned to bury her face in the bag.
Y/n: Alrighty then. We have to go, Neo. Initiation is in thirty minutes.
He got up and grabbed her by the hand. He hoisted her up the way a prince would in fairytale stories. Naturally, Neo somehow managed to turn even pinker. Seriously, man. I'm the narrator and I'm cringing at how horribly you're selling this. I wouldn't even blame Y/n if he dipped for Ranni. Too much? Fine, damn.
Y/n: Come on.
'Yeah, I'm going.'
-Meanwhile-
Cardin: You good?
Jaune: No, I'm not good! I don't even remember my locker number having this many digits!
Cardin: What? Let me see.
Jaune handed Cardin the paper that had his locker information.
Cardin: Oh, we're cellmates. I'll lead the way.
Jaune: Cellmates?
Cardin: I don't know. Lockermates?
Jaune: I mean, sure. Cellmates just sounds like we're getting sent to prison.
Cardin: Jaune, shut up or I will get sent to prison.
The blonde one rolled his eyes. They had been walking around the locker room for a few minutes getting situated. Unfortunately, Cardin's reputation was already plummetting because he was walking around with the guy wearing a bright blue Pumpkin Pete onesie. Actually, Cardin's family has a history in racism. At this point, street cred doesn't matter.
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Moonlight's Guidance
FanfictionTo be quite frank, it was tiring. The dream, then Lothric, then whatever the fuck was happening in The Lands Between. A normal being would have lost all semblance of sanity by now, but unfortunately, not you. No. You, have your guiding moonlight. An...
