(KuroxYang) Getting a Date for the Dance

"Hey, guys. Check this out," Kuro set down a sheet of paper for teams RWBY and JNPR to read. It was a flyer for an annual dance at Beacon Academy.

"Ooh! A dance?!" the ever excitable Ruby and Nora gushed as the former read it aloud. "Will take place three weeks from Friday. All students are permitted to attend. Formal wear is required, yet dates are optional."

"Yay! A dance! Doesn't that sound fun, Renny?! Does it?! Does it?!" Nora bounced in her seat while shaking her childhood friend by the shoulders.

"If you say so, Nora," he replied calmly despite still being shaken.

"I'm not sure if I'd want to go," Blake admitted as she set her book down briefly. "I don't mean to sound condescending or anything, but this… dance sounds like an awful waste of time to me."

"Aw, come on, Blakey!" Yang nudged her arm lightly with her fork still perched between her teeth. She removed it before continuing. "When's the last time in our time here at Beacon that we've ever had any kind of party? I say full stream ahead! I'm in whether or not I have a date!"

Yang sent a flirty wink in the spiky haired boy who smiled sheepishly in another direction while blushing. Weiss remained judgmental of the prospect of a dance at an institution made to train proper to become defenders of the helpless.

"I'm afraid I have to agree with Blake. I don't exactly feel entitled to go to some dance with a bunch of riffraffs grinding along each other. And what would be the point of going without a date? I have yet to see any boy who could ever court Weiss Schnee!"

"Grinding? Dances make you level up?" Kuro put a finger on his chin while looking up in wonder. He started painting the image of continuous level up notices appearing above people's heads that causes the entire game to start lagging. Everybody laughed at his childlike curiosity.

"No, Kuro, they don't," Jaune corrected him before turning his attention to the snow haired girl. "You know, Snow Angel, you could take the one in a lifetime chance to go to that dance with me."

Weiss simply shook her head in disbelief. No matter how many times she had said no, this incompetent waste of space still could not get it through his thick skull that she will never be interested in him. So, instead of blatantly telling him no, she simply got up and sighed irritably. "You need help… Serious help."

Jaune deflated at her words and Pyrrha laid a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "It's okay, Jaune. I'm sure there's a girl out there who'd love to go to the dance with you."

"Yeah! Like Pyrrha!" Kuro piped in, ignoring Pyrrha's embarrassed blush. Jaune just started at him incredulously.

"Really, man? As if Pyrrha here could ever… EVER want to go on a date with a loser like… this guy…" he says in self depreciation before walking away in a slump.

"That poor, poor dumbass…" Kuro mumbled, yet everyone could hear him. "And poor Pyrrha for liking him."

If there was something that everyone at this table could agree on, it would be that Jaune Arc is most definitely the incarnation of obliviousness in regards to girls' feelings. If a girl was interested in him, the fool seriously would have to be told straight to his face that she did. That girl, in this case, would be his own partner, Pyrrha.

Unfortunately, he had instead opted to go for the girl that is overwhelmingly rude to him and openly expresses her distaste for him even thinking that he stood a chance with her.

"Pyrrha. How, oh how, can you endure six months of my intangible, idiotic, dense buffoon of a brother's attempts at finding a girlfriend and not just jump straight for the opportunity?" Kuro gave her a half lidded stare as he took Jaune's previous seat.

"P-Money, I'm sorry. But I'm gonna have to agree with Hedgehog on this one," Yang concurred. "His fake bravado thing was hilarious the first time, amusing the second through fifth time, annoying the sixth through tenth time, and just plain sad and pathetic onwards."

"I once tried to literally beat the knowledge into him, but I ended up giving him a concussion," Kuro winced at the memory. "I still feel guilty."

"Why wouldn't he ask you first, Pyrrha?" Blake wondered.

"Well, I mean, I'm sure he just sees me as a partner or close friend. Given that we practically live together, train together, and go on missions together, he's probably under the assumption of our friendship being kind of like Ren and Nora's," Everyone could adhere to Pyrrha's statement. Ren and Nora were close enough to be considered boyfriend/girlfriend despite their whole "together, but not together-together" argument.

"But I'm sure he'll get it eventually, right?" Everybody started at Ruby incredulously. "Hey, I'm just trying to play the optimist here!"

"I'll give it two weeks before we say or do anything," Kuro suggested he took two of his remaining chicken nuggets to use as representations of Jaune and Pyrrha.

"We'll let him exhaust all of his options—" He let the first nugget drop, representing Jaune's eventual emotional breakdown.

"—and then Pyrrha can scoot on in and be like 'Hey, Jaune, since you obviously couldn't tell before, I'm just letting you know that I like you and I wanna go to the dance with you… you ducking idiot!' And then boom! S.S. Arkos has set sail!" He then tossed the nuggets into the air and into his mouth.

"AND THEN WE EAT THEM?!" Nora asked with an exaggerated gasp. Ren put his hands on her shoulders and set her back down on her seat.

"No, Nora, we won't eat them. We're not cannibals," Ren assured her, but then turned back towards the only other male present. "While we're still on the topic of dates, Kuro, who are you going to go with?"

'Did a guy seriously just ask who another guy was going to a dance with?!' All of the girls present could not believe their ears, but decided that it was probably something involving their "Bro Code" or something.

"Um… well… I don't wanna let that out just yet, but I am gonna just say it'll involve me doing something that I myself would never expect me doing," he answered vaguely albeit with a blush. "A-Anyways, I'm gonna head to class early, so see ya!"

He darted off in the direction of his next class, leaving the rest of the group to themselves. Yang suddenly slammed her forehead on the table, startling her friends and sister.

"Obliviousness must run in the family," the blonde mumbled.

"What's wrong, sis?"

"It's about Kuro, isn't it?" Blake guessed and Yang could only nod while her face started to heat up.

"Wait, Yang likes Porcupine?" Nora asked and, in a flash of pink, brought Yang's face directly in front of hers, ignoring her rather blatant uncomfortableness. "Whenwhyandhowlong?!"

"U-uh…"

"She wants to know when, why, and how long you've been in love with Kuro for," Ren came to the rescue as always.

"U-uh, s-since we were kids… after he saved me and Ruby from a pack of Grimm. I-I didn't know much about fighting at the time, and—"

"Aww!" Nora gushed at the romantic prospect of it all. "Like a knight in shining armor type of way?! That's so cute!"

Yang's face could rival a tomato at this point.

"Are you sure you weren't confusing your gratitude for love, Yang? It happens a lot, you know," Blake poked and prodded the subject in a way to make her buxom partner feel less put on the spot. She didn't want things to complicate hers (Yang) and Kuro's relationship. Yang propped her head on her hands with her elbows on the table.

"No. At first, that's exactly what I was thinking, but… eventually after we went our separate ways, I found myself wanting to see him more and more every day. When we met again the first day, I couldn't have been any happier to see him and that stupid, cute grin on his face. I know he can be annoying, a bit on the strange side, and childish sometimes, but that's kind of what I love about him. It also helps that he's been helping me with watching over this one over here," Yang explained, ignoring Ruby's indignant cries.

"And that's how you realized you love him?" Blake asked and Yang nodded.

"Yeah," she drawled while spinning a fork in her hands. Everyone saw a desire in her eyes—not like a sexual desire, but a genuine romantic desire. "But I dunno how to break it to him. I mean, I try to be subtle like Pyrrha, but I don't think it's working…"

Ruby and Nora now had literal waterfalls coming from their eyes at the beauty of her tale. Ren placed two buckets underneath then, but knew he would need more than that. Pyrrha and Blake reeled slightly at how the usually flirty party girl could talk so fluently about loving somebody. It amazed them both. Before they could say anything more, the bell rang signaling the next round of classes.
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Two Weeks Later…

The dance was just one more week away, and neither brother had a date. Jaune was pretty much shot down by every single girl he had asked while Kuro had to gently turn down every girl that asked him, which only further diminished the blond's already low self-esteem. Both boys had decided to meet up in Kuro's room to convene. Jaune had noticed that Kuro had a present box wrapped in gold with a red bow on top.

"So, how's the whole date compartment, Broham?" Kuro asked, but already knew the answer. Jaune sighed and gripped his hair.

"Not good. I've asked every single girl I could, but they've either have dates or just flat-out say no," he sighed again.

"Dude, why not ask, oh I dunno," Kuro grabbed Jaune by the collar and made it so their eyes met. "PYRRHA?!"

"Pyrrha?!" the blond's face started heating up. "Pyrrha's just a friend! Besides, she wouldn't even consider going with me—OW!"

Kuro had slapped Jaune in the face.

"Did you just slap me?"

"Yes."

"Why?!"

"Because you're an idiot!"

"How am I an idiot?"

"You really wanna know? Okay, fine, then! You're slow! *Slap* You care too much about what other people think! *Slap* You obviously cannot grasp the simplest of hidden messages! *Slap* And most of all, YOU. ARE. OBLIVIOUS AS HELL! *Slap, Slap, Slap*"

As unknowingly hypocritical as Kuro is being, he decided to take matters into his own hands as he literally slapped some sense into the dense blond, who was reeling on the floor in immense pain.

"Was that… really… necessary…?" he groaned. The apparent swelling in both of his cheeks had already diminished thanks to his Aura, but the pain was still ever present.

"Yes." Kuro answered plainly as he grabbed the golden present and headed out the door.

"Who's the gift for, if you don't mind me asking?" Kuro blushed a bright red.

"Yang. I'm gonna ask her to the dance," he replied. "Please lock the door when you leave."
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Team RWBY Dorm

Kuro took a deep breath as he knocked on Team RWBY's door. He could hear their voices through the door, so that let him know they were still there. A few seconds later, Ruby had opened the door and smiled seeing who it was.

"Heya, Hedgehog!" Kuro rolled his eyes at the nickname. "You need something from us?"

"Well," the dark haired boy scratched the back of his head while blushing, something the scythe wielder did not miss. "I kinda wanted to talk to your sister. Is she there?"

A sly grin appeared on Ruby's face. "Yeah, she's here. We're having a lazy day today, anyway."

"Try saying that five times fast," he replied as she lead him inside. Weiss and Blake gave him their own greetings while Yang hopped off of her bunk, straddling a leftover chair.

"What's up, killer?" Yang says with her usual smirk, noticing that he was hiding something behind his back. "Whatcha got behind your back there? Got something for me?"

"Uh… haha-ha… Uh, yeah, actually," he presented her with his gift while bowing his head. "Yangwillyougotothedancewithme?!"

"What?" the guy spoke too fast for the blonde to comprehend, but she took the gift and began unwrapping it.

"I-It's kind of a rushed job… b-but I hope you like it… a-and I was hoping that… maybe… you and me… we can… you know… go… to the… dance… together…" Kuro's voice became smaller and smaller as he went on, but everyone could hear him clearly. Although, the blonde could not give him an answer for she was currently interested in what laid in her hand right now as was the rest of her team.

It was a small plushy of Yang herself, carefully sewn together with every detail closely resembling the real deal. Long, blonde hair; lilac beads for eyes; her cocky grin; he got it all.

"You made that?" a skeptical Weiss asked.

"Yeah, I spent the last two weeks working on it just for this occasion."

"It's actually really well made. I'm impressed," Blake complimented his work. "You wouldn't mind if I asked for one of me, right?"

"Not at all. I'd be glad to," he answered with a smile. "Ruby? Weiss?"

"Yeah! I want one, too!"

"Since you're actually offering, who am I to say no?"

"Cool, but anyways, Yang—" Yang's pink tinged face looked up at his. "Will… Would you go with me to the dance? As a date?"

"O-oh, uh, y-yeah. Yes! Uh, sure thing… I'll go… with you," an unusually flustered Yang replied. She was not prepared for the chance that her crush would actually ask her up and front like this. The plushy was just an extra surprise.

A gigantic smile made its way onto Kuro's features. "Alright! I'll see you then, I guess," he says with a little extra cheer and left the room. Although, the girls could hear him shout a immensely gleeful "YAHOO!" and "SHE SAID YES!"

Blake smirked at the both of them. "Well… he finally popped the question. How do you feel?" The creeping blush on the blonde's face was all the answer she needed to see.

"Actually… really… happy!" Yang smiled brightly, hugging the handmade doll closer to her bosom. The doll made by her Kuro. Yeah, HER Kuro.