Ever Happened

Blake and Yang sat on a rooftop, watching yet another episode of Jaune Arc doing incredibly stupid shit.

Blake sighed, adjusting her bow. “I didn’t know Weiss could summon a suit of armor.”

Yang crossed her arms. “I think she could?”

Below them, Weiss Schnee stood commanding her Arma Gigas, a massive, twice-her-size armored knight wielding a longsword nearly the same height as itself.

Jaune, standing a few feet away, adjusting his shield, rolled his shoulders and shouted,

“I’M READY!”

Yang squinted. “You think he’s gonna be okay?”

Blake, expression unreadable, hummed. “…Probably?”

Jaune stood his ground, amping himself up with his Semblance.

The Arma Gigas raised its massive sword, aura forming around its form as Weiss poured even more Aura into the summon.

“Alright, big guy!” Jaune grinned, raising his shield. “Hit me with your best shot!”

Weiss snapped her fingers.

The Arma Gigas cleaved forward.

Faster than anyone expected.

Stronger than Jaune anticipated.

His shield caught the strike—

Then he went flying.

Jaune punched through the first wall.

Then the second.

Then a third.

Then, somewhere in the distance, he crashed through an entire training hall, sending debris flying.

For a moment—silence.

Then—

“YOU KILLED HIM!”

Ruby’s voice rang out across the yard.

Weiss scoffed, crossing her arms. “Oh, please. He’s fine.”

Ruby gaped at her. “He just went through multiple walls, Weiss!”

Weiss huffed. “If anything, I bet he could take a punch from a Colossus and walk away unscathed.”

Penny, floating above them, hands clasped, tilted her head. “Oh my.”

Then—without hesitation—

She took off, flying toward Jaune’s crash site to retrieve him.

Yang rubbed her temples. “This is getting ridiculous.”

Blake sighed. “Getting? I think we went past that after they repeatedly destroyed the roof!”

“Penny, be a dear, and get Jaune,” Weiss commanded.

“I’m on it, Friend Weiss!”

Penny flew to Jaune.

Penny descended gracefully from the sky, took him, with  Jaune dangling from her arms like a sack of potatoes.

With zero ceremony, she dropped him face-first onto the ground in front of Weiss.

THUD.

Weiss sighed.

Penny crouched down beside him, tilting her head.

Then—with a fond expression—

She poked his head.

“Friend Jaune,” she said sweetly, “are you still functioning?”

“He’ll be fine, Penny,” Weiss said, then turned to Jaune, poking his other cheek. “Tell me you’re fine, Jaune.

Jaune, face still buried in the dirt, muffled something incomprehensible, then raised a thumbs up.

From their perch on the rooftop, Blake and Yang continued to observe.

Blake, arms crossed, squinted down at them. “Are they… going out?”

Yang snorted. “You’d think so, right?”

Then, dryly, she added,

“But then they do stupid shit like this.”

Blake hummed. “I think they started sharing a brain.”

Yang nodded sagely. “All four of them.”

Blake raised an eyebrow. “Four?”

Yang gestured lazily. “Jaune, Weiss, Ruby, Penny. The Chaos Squad.”

Blake exhaled, mildly horrified. “... You’re right.”

Meanwhile, Nora, Ren, and Pyrrha approached from the training grounds, eyes drawn to the freshly cratered Jaune Arc.

Ren sighed. “I assume something reckless happened.”

Nora grinned. “I assume something awesome happened.”

Pyrrha, hands on her hips, examined the scene carefully.

“…Is he alright?”

Jaune, finally lifting his face from the dirt, groaned.

“Oh, yeah. Pretty peachy.”

Weiss rolled her eyes. “It’ll take more than that to kill him.”

Nora beamed. “See? He’s fine!”

Ren pinched the bridge of his nose.

Pyrrha, as politely as possible, cleared her throat.

Then, very carefully—

“…May I ask what exactly was the point of this?”

Silence.

Everyone turned to Weiss.

Weiss, completely unfazed, sipped her flash of what she calls relaxing tea.

Jaune, sitting up and rubbing his head, grinned.

“Oh, Pyrrha,” he said, smirking. “Do you really think any of us have an answer for that?”

Pyrrha sighed.

Because he had a point.

Jaune then stretched his arms, still covered in dust and grass stains, looking like he just walked out of an explosion.

“But,” he began, grinning, “if anyone’s curious, this was all in the name of science.”

Yang raised an eyebrow. “Science?”

Jaune nodded. “Yep! We were testing how much we can pump up Weiss’s summon. It’s technically made of Aura, so theoretically, I should be able to amp it up.”

Yang crossed her arms, nodding slowly.

“…That almost makes sense.”

Then she frowned.

“But that still doesn’t explain why you had to be the one getting hit.”

Penny, as cheerful as ever, clapped her hands.

“Oh! That’s easy to explain!”

She turned to Yang, smiling brightly.

“According to the agreements upon Jaune’s loss in war, he is to serve as a testing dummy!”

Yang and Blake blinked.

Ren sighed.

Nora whistled

Pyrrha, frowning, tilted her head. “Wait, what?”

Blake, immediately stepping forward, held up her hands.

“Okay, hold on.” She looked at Jaune, genuinely confused. “Why… would you agree to that?”

Jaune shrugged. “Winner’s right to command the loser. It’s not really that hard to understand, Blake.”

Blake stared.

“…That sounds like something that should be illegal.”

Pyrrha, still looking mildly horrified, shook her head.

“I still don’t get it,” she said carefully. “This seems dangerous.”

Weiss, arms crossed, completely unbothered, sipped her tea.

“It’s fine,” she said smoothly. “Jaune can take it.”

Jaune, grinning, leaned forward slightly.

“Oh, don’t worry, Pyrrha,” he said, voice dripping with fake reassurance.

“If I ever get sore, Weiss can always take care of me.”

Weiss, without missing a beat, smirked. “Oh, I will.”

Pyrrha turned red.

Yang, finally having enough of this nonsense, threw her hands up.

“Okay, what the hell is up with you two?!”

Weiss, still calmly drinking her tea, shrugged.

“It’s complicated.”

The group slowly turned to Jaune.

Jaune, smirking, shrugged too.

“It’s complicated.”

Blake, meanwhile, was muttering rapidly under her breath, her entire mental processing system crashing. Misunderstanding

“Wait—wait—so Jaune lost a war, and now Weiss owns him?”

She froze.

Then—her face turning slightly red—

“Is this femdom?!”

The entire group turned to look at her.

Blake, now completely in conspiracy mode, pressed a hand to her forehead.

“Did Weiss turn Jaune into her personal knight-slave?!”

She gasped.

“Or is it the other way around?!”

Pyrrha, at this point, completely lost, simply nodded and forced a polite smile.

“…I’m happy for them?”

She still had no idea what was happening.

Weiss, looking mildly amused, shrugged.

Then, without warning—

She casually reached over and poked Jaune’s cheek.

Jaune rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop her.

Then Weiss, as if completely done with this conversation, turned and leaned on Ruby.

Ruby immediately stiffened, clutching Crescent Rose like a lifeline. Fearing that Weiss conspired with Jaune to steal her baby.

Weiss, not caring, closed her eyes.

Ruby, quietly panicking, whispered,

“…What the hell is happening? Does this mean she agrees that she’s me bestie!?”

“I thought I was your bestie?” Penny said sadly.

“You are too!”

Jaune pointed at his face. “What about me!?”

Ruby hissed at him.

She does not forgive easily.

Yang squinted.

Something was wrong.

Weiss Schnee was acting weird.

No sarcasm, no lectures, no snooty remarks about etiquette—just calm, lazy indifference.

And it was deeply unsettling.

“…Okay, is it just me,” Yang started, arms crossed, “or is Weiss being creepily chill right now?”

Nora, nodding rapidly, leaned in. “Right?! Usually, she’d be going on about manners and propriety—”

She gestured at Weiss, who was currently using Ruby as a backrest, eyes closed like she was taking a nap.

But instead of snapping at them, Weiss just waved a hand lazily.

“Meh.”

Yang and Nora blinked.

“…‘Meh?’” Yang repeated.

Weiss sighed, not bothering to move. “I’m kinda tired of all that.”

Pyrrha, still mildly confused, tilted her head. “Can you just… be tired of it?”

Weiss, without hesitation, nodded.

“Yes.”

Pyrrha blinked.

“…Oh.”

She was clearly not expecting that answer.

Weiss, finally shifting slightly, lazily turned her head toward Jaune.

“…Get me something.”

Jaune raised an eyebrow. “You do have legs, Weiss.”

Weiss shrugged. “Yes. And?”

Jaune grinned. “So you can go get it yourself.”

Weiss hummed, completely unbothered.

Then, after a beat—

She turned to Penny.

“Penny,” she said smoothly, “tell Jaune to get me cafeteria pudding.”

Penny brightened immediately.

“Oh! Friend Jaune, Miss Weiss would like some cafeteria pudding!”

Jaune stood without hesitation—

“At your service, Penny.”

And just like that, he ran off to get the pudding.

Yang, Nora, and Pyrrha stared.

as Jaune Arc was enthusiastically retrieve pudding.

Jaune returned triumphantly, a pudding cup in each hand.

“I have returned,” he announced, grinning. “With pudding. And dignity.”

Then he paused.

Because Weiss was no longer using Ruby as a pillow.

Now, she was leaning on Pyrrha, looking equally as lazy and content.

Pyrrha, for her part, looked completely lost.

Jaune raised an eyebrow. “Huh. Didn’t expect that.”

Weiss, eyes still closed, yawned. “What? I’m just getting closer to my friends. You never know when you can lose them.”

Yang and Blake exchanged glances.

Then Yang, crossing her arms, smirked. “So… are we getting hugs too?”

Blake, raising an eyebrow, nodded. “Is this a new Weiss Schnee policy?”

Weiss hummed thoughtfully.

Then, after a long pause—

“…You might.”

Blake and Yang stared.

“…Huh.”

Jaune, still holding the pudding cups, grinned.

“So that’s how it is, huh?”

Weiss tilted her head slightly against Pyrrha’s shoulder. “What? It’s nice. Besides, you understand I’m relifshing these.”

“Uh, I do,” Jaune agreed.

Pyrrha, still looking deeply confused but trying to be polite, nodded slowly.

“Oh. Well… that’s… nice?”

Jaune chuckled, handing Weiss her pudding.

Weiss accepted it gracefully.

And as she sat there, lazily leaning on her friend, eating pudding without a care in the world—

Glynda Goodwitch stormed onto the scene, everyone knew they were screwed.

Her heels clicked against the pavement with dangerous precision, her eyes burning with fury, and her riding crop tapped aggressively against her palm.

“WHO BROKE THROUGH THE WALLS?!” she demanded, her voice shaking the air.

Jaune, mid-spoonful of pudding, froze.

Weiss, completely unbothered, casually placed her spoon down, dusted off her uniform, and stood.

Then—with a graceful smile and an effortless air of authority—

She began talking.

“Professor Goodwitch,” Weiss began, voice smooth, diplomatic, almost too perfect.

“There is absolutely no need for concern.”

Glynda’s eye twitched. “No need for—Weiss Schnee, half the training hall is destroyed!”

Weiss tilted her head. “And accidents do happen, don’t they?”

Glynda squinted. “Accidents.”

Weiss nodded, her voice calm, persuasive.

“Yes. After a sparring session.”

She gestured toward Jaune, who was doing his best impression of a battered victim, still covered in dust and grass stains.

Jaune raised a hand weakly. “I’m fine. Probably.”

Weiss sighed dramatically.

“Clearly, it was not intentional.”

Glynda opened her mouth—

But Weiss was already moving in for the kill.

“And,” Weiss continued, “if there is any damage, I will gladly pay for the repairs—”

She pulled out a checkbook, writing with quick precision.

“Courtesy of the SDC.”

Glynda stared.

Her mind went blank.

The check was right there.

She tried to recover.

“T-That’s not the issue here—”

Weiss handed her the check.

Glynda blinked down at it.

Weiss smiled.

“You really should relax, Professor,” she said sweetly. “Maybe take a vacation or two?”

Glynda’s grip tightened on the check.

She tried to resist.

She really did.

But the temptation of money, the exhaustion from low wages, and the constant headaches from dealing with these students—

It was too much.

With a long, defeated sigh, Glynda turned on her heel and walked away.

Carrying the precious Lien in her hands.

The group sat in stunned silence.

Yang, mouth slightly open, whispered, “Did she just… bribe Goodwitch?”

Blake, somewhat horrified, nodded. “She absolutely just bribed Goodwitch.”

Jaune, grinning proudly, finished his pudding.

“My Schnee is scary.”

Weiss, wiping her hands like she had done a public service, scoffed.

“Our Schnee,” Yang corrected.

Weiss glanced at them.

Then casually—

She leaned back on Pyrrha again, satisfied.