Equivalent Exchange (Fem!reader x Yang Xiao Long)

A Fight, a bet, and a Trip

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(Y/n) pov

I was walking to Professor Goodwitch's class with the rest of team RWBY as they bombarded me with questions which I answered in turn.

Ruby: "Are you sure you can fight then all alone?"

(Y/n): "Yes, I'm sure.

Weiss: "You can't exactly create another fire vortex in the middle of the school."

(Y/n): "I told you that was an accident."

Blake: "And as much as they might deserve it, this is unnecessary."

(Y/n): "It was, but Cardin called me short."

Ruby: *smugly* "Yang does too. Why aren't you fighting her?"

(Y/n): *blushing* "Because!"

Yang: "Well, if shorty says she can do it then I believe she can."

(Y/n): "I both thank and curse you, Yang."

Yang: "You're welcome! But on the off chance, you do lose you have to take me out."

(Y/n): "Now I have to win."

Yang: "Nope! If you win I'm taking you out."

(Y/n): *blushing* "So it's a lose/lose."

We entered the classroom where CRDL was waiting.

Cardin: "Are you ready for your beating short stack?"

(Y/n): "If I remember correctly, none of you have unlocked your semblance and you really think you can beat me with mine? I was right, you really are an idiot."

Before he could come up with an appropriate response Professor Goodwitch called for us to take our seats. As we do so Cardin threw one more dirty look before our professor started speaking.

Goodwitch: "Now students, would anyone like to volunteer to fight first?" *I raised my hand* "Ms. (L/n), who would you like to fight?

(Y/n): "Team CRDL ma'am."

My answer shocked most of the students.

Goodwitch: "The entire team, are you sure?"

(Y/n): "Absolutely."

Goodwitch: "CRDL, do you accept."

Cardin: "Of course we do."

Goodwitch: "Then you five go change. And be quick about it."

As I walked towards the changing room, Yang grabbed my shoulder.

Yang: "Don't lose!"

(Y/n): "Just worry about where you're taking me."

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3rd person pov

CRDL was out of the changing room before (Y/n) oozing with misplaced cockyness. As (Y/n) walked onto the stage.

Cardin: "This is your last chance. If you get on your knees and apologize, I might consider not beating you to a pulp."

(Y/n): "One through four, choose a number."

Cardin: *rolls eyes* "What are you talking about?"

(Y/n) puts on her ignition glove.

(Y/n): "Remember what happened last time you didn't answer correctly?"

Cardin: "Fine! I'll play your game. Four."