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pyrrhanikos: I have Math tutorial guys, remember? :(
pyrrhanikos: would everyone be cool with me missing lunch?
jauneofarc: hey, don’t sweat it! in fact, we can postpone it to another day
pinkcakes: ICB ur still diving onto extra classes when ure already the smartest as humanly possible
dancingren: nora leave the poor girl alone
With immense dismay, Pyrrha turned the scroll screen off, a pencil twirling loungingly around her fingers. She sighed, sitting straight, feeling as if her life had been wasting 15 minutes and counting of its time. As much as she'd like to ask any one of the four other students in the classroom where the professor had gone, she didn't want to seem impatient.
It was until the girl in her back, who happened to be the nearest student to her, called her attention— and it was a saving grace.
Her eyes climbed down to the student's Beacon name tag. Velvet Scarlatina.
"Hey, uh, Ms. Nikos?" She shyly said, "It appears Professor Ozpin canceled the tutoring today."
It was like Pyrrha's earth and heaven had crashed and collapsed upon themselves.
"A-ah?" was the only thing poor Pyrrha had answered, entirely stunned. "Really? Did he say so?"
"No, but—" Velvet typed on her scroll for a while before displaying it in front of Pyrrha, the redhead's expression stuck in a vague mix of confusion and denial, "his name was seen logged on the 'out' faculty tab. My girlfriend, Coco, took this photo just now." She announced, maybe a bit louder than intended.
A few groans and complaints were heard in the background following Velvet's overheard revelation. Pyrrha looked at Velvet who seemed to be shrinking in shame, and gestured to her to stand up and get going, packing her bag as she did so.
"Sorry, guys! Guess we'll have to go now." Pyrrha said to the rest of the classroom, and it would be a lie to hide her disappointment. Not only did she make Jaune, Nora and Ren postpone the group lunch, but her reason for missing it had just been thrown directly to the trash.
With a heart weighed of millions, she opened her scroll, tapped on her group message.
pyrrhanikos: Hiiiii the tutorial turns out to be canceled! I'm really sorry y'all :(
pinkcakes: BITCH WHAT THE FUCK
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Pyrrha really wanted to curse "Professor" Ozpin for not giving them a statement beforehand, or at least briefly showing up to dismiss them early. She wanted to rant about it, she really did. But all she could think about at this moment was her stomach that seemed to be acting angrier than her, threatening to pierce a hole through her and Pyrrha had been left with no choice but to listen to it.
Okay! Okay! I'll be getting food now, quit being demanding.
It was cloudy outside; not too much to the extent of a drizzle, not too little for the Earth to glaze with the yellow sun. It felt just ideal. Maybe it was more of a gift than a curse. Although Jaune and Nora and Ren would also like this kind of weather when going out...
Speaking of...
Should she text her friend group? For a moment, she'd considered; but the early after-school bus had probably already sent them home, knowing how late it had already gotten.
So, thoughtlessly, Pyrrha waited nothing and dashed onto the pavements knowing the nearest fast food restaurant was located just a block away from Beacon Academy.
I'll have a late lunch soon, just hang on a little longer, Pyrrha Nikos.
She sprinted past building after building, heels pounding against concrete in a fast and fairly stable beat. Maybe in this way, she could get food in no time, painlessly .
"Pyrrha?!"
What she failed to see, however, was that there was another person walking her way. Now, it was a little too late, as Pyrrha crashed against a relatively smaller person, falling on her butt at the impact.
"Oh, my god, I'm so sorry—" Pyrrha apologized, immediately standing up to see Weiss, sat on the hard and painful concrete with her prim and pristine white dress, groaning in pain.
How had she never noticed Weiss. Weiss! Weiss Schnee of RWBY! Out of all the people in Vale!
Without wasting another minute, she offered a hand to Weiss, flinching as her pale warm hand held hers at the pad of her palm, (Relax, Pyrrha, stop being gay!) as the smaller girl positions her legs to get up.
"I'm so, so sorry, Weiss!" Pyrrha repeated, the word Weiss said more affectionately than Pyrrha intended. She winced it out of her thoughts, having no time to be love-stricken. She was feeling so terrible and embarrassed she had to bump against her, in her full glory, as she checked if there was any dirt on Weiss' pure white dress.
"It's fine," Weiss stood up straight, instinctively brushing her dress off of dirt. Still, Pyrrha is worried if Weiss actually wasn't.
"No, it's not," Pyrrha said, helping dust Weiss' dress a little. "Were you hurt? Were there damages on your dress? Would you need me to do anything?" She worriedly babbles on, which is immediately broken off by Weiss' eye contact with hardly any effort. She retracted her hands from her dress, keeping them to herself, ready to be scolded— as if things could get any more humiliating than this, anyway.
But Weiss smiled, and Pyrrha's throat ran dry, for reasons that were quite unexplainable.
"I'm really fine, Pyrrha. And…"
Pyrrha swallowed thickly, nervous, already overthinking Weiss' next words. "And?"
"Can you apologize by buying me lunch… maybe..."
Immediately, Pyrrha flushed bright red.
"Lunch...?" She said slowly.
Although she was once again reminded of her growling stomach, she tried processing Weiss' sentence. She failed, only seeing it as a bunch of words suspended in the air, filtered out of Weiss' adorable voice.
"Yeah, lunch!" Weiss repeated, a little more enthusiastically than before.
Pyrrha wasn't even sure if the bright red on her face had budged yet.
So, like, … is it a date?
Pyrrha drowned that thought away, putting it back in the deepest crevices of her mind, just thinking of it as an apology for bumping into a mutual friend (who Pyrrha happened to have had a small crush on).
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"What was your rush earlier about, anyway?" Weiss asked, her fork pierced through a mouthful of the penne pasta.
"I was gonna get a late lunch. I was supposed to have lunch on time with my friends but I had to attend Ozpin's class that sadly didn't come." Pyrrha shared shyly with her fingers visibly shaking. "I'm sorry again for running into you!"
"Don't worry about it, at least you got me lunch." Weiss said, laughing, stunning Pyrrha to her bones.
Quickly, Pyrrha shoves the spaghetti into her mouth.
"Professor Ozpin is such a little bitch for doing that to you, though. You could've had a lot of time during lunch." Weiss commented, exasperation lucid through her tone. Pyrrha just smiled and laughed: the kind that is endearing, that is soft, that is comfortable.
"I know, right?" Pyrrha agrees, looking up to Weiss' blueberry eyes, a pair of them harmless and dangerous at the same time.
Pyrrha locks her eyes to her spaghetti after a second.
"Anyway, sorry for making you spend liens for me, though. I left my purse on the train this morning and I was starving ."
Pyrrha's eyes doubled in size.
"You what?!"
Weiss shrugged. "Yeah, unfortunately." She said forlornly, biting onto yet another mouthful of penne.
"That must be stressful." Pyrrha commented with utter concern.
So it was not a date. Her rationality said to herself, though a part of her is slightly disappointed, somewhere deep inside her. With the rare instance of her rationality prevailing, she made sure her disappointment kept being trapped in there so it wouldn't get in the way of anything.
"It is." Weiss affirmed. "Good thing there came such a beautiful savior who's sweet enough to get me lunch, right?" She added, her cheek resting on her palm as she looked dreamily at Pyrrha.
"Oh, wow, someone bought you lunch earlier?" Pyrrha asked, flinching when Weiss' forearm fell on the table with a loud thud!
"No, Pyrrha, I was pertaining to you." Weiss says flatly as if it was a normal thing to know.
Pyrrha's face felt like it was heating up. She hoped it was just some psychological effect. If her face glowed bright red in front of Weiss, it would be over for her.
Weiss just smiled at her before she took another bite.
Silently, Pyrrha slurped more spaghetti noodles as Weiss presented a brand new topic.
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"Thank you so much for this, Pyrrha." Weiss said as she opens the glass door of the place.
"No, Weiss, thank you!" Pyrrha absent mindlessly answered, "For, uhm, forgiving me."
"Hey, it was nothing okay?" Weiss comfortingly held Pyrrha's upper arm, and Pyrrha could just explode at how cute it was.
With every bit and every drop of courage Pyrrha could muster up, she smiled at Weiss, and asked "Uh, wanna have another lunch next time, maybe?"
Pyrrha felt like she had been drained and wringed out and hung to dry further.
"Oh no, Pyrrha. I lost my wallet, remember?" Weiss joked, as panic filled Pyrrha's face, as well as the embarrassed shade of red coming back. "I'm just kidding!" Weiss then shouted, along with a small hug that wrapped around Pyrrha's bigger frame. "I'd love to! It would be like a date!"
"A… date?" Pyrrha repeated, slowly, her heart growing triple in size.
"A date." Weiss confirmed, eyes as sparkly as day, before they walked away from the fast food place.
Pyrrha was surely going to tell Jaune, Nora and Ren about this.
She wondered if Weiss would do the same to Ruby, Blake, and Yang. She wondered if the crush is ever mutual.
Maybe someday she'd know.