Y/N: I forgot, I-I needed
to help Jaune by being
his wingman today. So I
should probably-
Yang: Oh no you don't.
She grabs his shirt
and pulls him back. Y/
N and Yang currently
waited outside of his
"home." Goodwitch had
gone inside to try and
his mother into their
reunion.
Yang: You've been in
situations worse than this.
Y/N: No, no, this pretty
much is high on my list of
things I dreaded doing.
Yang: I offer "meeting my
dad" for that list.
Y/N: ...........It is now very
high on my list.
He began to pace back
and forth with Yang,
keeping a close eye on
him.
Y/N: I used to be an
anti-social type of man,
believe it or not.
Yang: I would have never
guessed.
She said in a dry tone
Y/N: Talking to people I
didn't know to try and be
their friend was tough.
A-a-and I was thankful to
be on a team and never
having to go through
that nightmare again...
but this....this feeling
of....anticipation? Dred?
Worry? I don't know
what this feeling is, but I
know I don't like it.
His mind raced with the
chaotic possibilities.
Yang walked over
towards him and held
his hand. All of a sudden
his thoughts had been silenced.
Yang: Don't forget that
I'll be with you...so you're
not gonna be alone.
Y/N: Yeah....Yeah, you're
right.
Y/N: You know... now that
I think about it.... you're
also gonna meet my
mom for the first time.
Yang:...........
Y/N: ........Did that not
occur to you?
Yang:*Pssh* N-nervous
me? Noo...
Y/N: I didn't ask if you
were.
Yang: Oh.....well, I'm
r-ready! And totally
calm!...what's she like?
Y/N: She's.....nice.
.........
.........
.........
Yang: She's....nice?
Y/N nods as Yang waits
for him to add anything
else, but he says nothing
Yang: Well, that isn't concerning in the
slightest....
They share a kiss and
hesitantly head in.
Inside, they see Miss
Goodwitch sitting silently
next to another woman.
The woman picked
up her cup of coffee
and sipped as Y/N and
Yang approached. Y/N
breathing quicken as he
forced himself to ignore
the knot in his stomach
and speak
Y/N: Hi...uh...I *Cough*
I'm... son-your! Son...I
mean...
He tries to steel himself
by grabbing the edge
of a chair and trying
to focus.Yang lightly
squeezes his hand. He
takes a deep breath and
tries to speak calmly
