Y/n watches the retreating form of Blake, his emotions simmer down as his eyes return to their black coloration. He gets one last glare at Weiss before choosing to rush off after Blake.
The warmth of the dorms give way to the nightly chills as Y/n slams open the front door and rushes out. He quickly heads in the direction he feels he'd find her in and sure enough, sitting at a bench just in front of the courtyard's fountain was the stray cat herself.
He approached gently as he pulled off his suit shirt, revealing yet another band t-shirt. This time it was a black shirt with the depictions of a Faunus soldier slump dead with three small nevermore descending, in the background a castle, various soldiers of human and Faunus descent, with bold text above it all reading out Sabaton.
He took a pause as Blake reached up to her bow and gently took it off to reveal her feline traits. She looked down to it with a silent plea for help she never expected to come.
"Guess this means I can finally call ya by yer full nickname huh Neko Noire," Y/n asked with a chuckle. The girl all but jumped up as she twisted her head and torso to look at him, only to get a face full of suit shirt. "Ain't much but the cold gets real snippy in Vale," He says with a light snicker as Blake pulls the shirt off her face.
"Why," did you follow me... only the first word of the question came out as she leaked to Y/n with a defeated look.
He continued to approach before hopping onto the bench beside her. "Because Blake," He dropped the nickname, "You're my friend. Could possibly even call you one of my best friends. I only got two of those and you might be one of them." The teen scratched the back of his neck as he looked away, "As much as I'd like to lay into Weiss and scold her I moved to comfort you instead."
Blake looks down and away as a small blush forms. "Thank you. I- I just made a terrible move and said something I can't take back. I don't thi--" Y/n held up a finger to Blake. Her look of defeat turned to one of confusion.
"I know what you're gonna say lass. However, before I let you get that chance," The two-toned boy stood up and offered a hand to Blake, "Let's move to somewhere you could be more comfortable. That way you won't have to watch your words or worry about your team, especially Weiss, appearing."
She thinks for a moment before taking his hand, "I'd like that." His hand taken he reaches out another to open the hotel door as we transition to a pretty reasonably nice bedroom for the two of them to stay in for a while. Blake couldn't help but be a little off put by how weirdly quick Y/n was but she wasn't about to pry into his backstory when she had her own to air out.
However like he was reading her damned mind, Y/n threw himself on one of the beds and spoke, "Don't worry about a thing. Let it come to you naturally Blake. When you're ready to tell your tale I'm all ears. Till then, sit back, relax, and try to put today's events behind you for the time being."
"I didn't even say anything," She replied in a forced neutral tone as she really didn't need to break down after Y/n had already prevented the first one.
"Didn't have to." He then points at her, "Your body movements give it all away. Everything about the way you carry yourself, the simple movements, even the flicker of your eyes, and yes your ears as well are all signifiers of how you're feeling," He explained nonchalantly.
"Anyone could reach this level of reading with enough experience. Hell you'd probably be better than me if I'm not a Faunus. You'd be way better at if ya trained yourself up for it. Its like reading your opponents moves in combat through the slightest twitches or eye dilation."
"That's not normal," Blake dead panned.
"Ha! That's what everyone I talked to about this said too. If it makes ya feel better I have to be focusing on the person for me to notice any of the minor details so I can't scan a whole room or a bunch a people at once," He said with a small wave of his hand as if to dash away any of her creeped out thoughts.
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The Soul Forged Hunter
FanficSemblances are a wonderful thing. Borderline magical abilities that are nearly unique to the individual. Each one crafted to suit the individual, a manifestation of their soul, and an extension of one self. So, what exactly can be said about a sembl...