RWBY: Siblings Three (Malereader)

Scar Tissue

"Morning..." Y/n yawned, making his way through the living room and straight to the refrigerator.

Nobody looked at him, or each other, they just looked down, bright red blushes covered their faces. Nobody could sleep with the big trip to Argus planned for today.

The silence in the living room was deafening, thick enough to chew on. Y/n, bleary-eyed and focused solely on the promise of caffeine, shuffled into the kitchenette and yanked open the refrigerator door. The hum of the appliance was the only sound.

He pulled out a carton of juice, his back to the room. It was only when he turned, taking a long swig straight from the carton, that he registered the absolute stillness.

He lowered the carton, his eyes scanning the scene.

Jaune was studying a map on the table with the intensity of a man trying to decipher ancient runes, his ears burning crimson. Nora was uncharacteristically quiet, fiddling with the strap of her bag, a furious blush covering her face and neck. Ren was meditating, or at least pretending to, his eyes closed so tightly it looked painful. Pyrrha was meticulously polishing Miló, her gaze fixed on the blade as if it held the secrets of the universe. Oscar seemed to be wishing the couch would swallow him whole. Even Qrow was drinking earlier than usual.

Ruby was buried in a weapons magazine, the pages held so close to her face she was practically inhaling the print. Weiss was sipping her tea with an air of forced, imperial calm, but the tips of her ears were bright pink.

Yang was the worst. She was staring directly at the wall, a strangled, almost constipated look on her face, her shoulders shaking with barely suppressed... something. Laughter? Hysteria? It was hard to tell.

Y/n's brain, still fuzzy with sleep, processed the scene with a noticeable delay. He took another slow gulp of juice, his brow furrowing. His eyes landed on Yang, whose face was now turning a shade of purple from the effort of not making a sound.

Then, it clicked.

The memory of the previous night, the sounds he and Blake had very not quietly made, crashed into him with the force of a charging Goliath. The carton of juice froze halfway to his lips.

A slow, deep crimson flush crept up from his neck, over his cheeks, and straight to the roots of his dyed hair. He slowly, very slowly, lowered the carton back onto the countertop with a soft thud that echoed in the silent room.

He cleared his throat, the sound unnaturally loud. "So," he began, his voice carefully neutral, though a telltale strain edged it. "The walls in this safehouse are... uh... notably thin."

Yang exploded. A snort of pure, unadulterated laughter burst from her, followed by a wheezing, helpless cackle as she doubled over, clutching her stomach. "NOTABLY THIN!" She howled, tears streaming from her eyes. "YOU THINK!?"

Nora, unable to hold it in any longer, joined in with a gleeful shriek. "WE COULD'VE HEARD YOU GUYS IN VACUO!"

Jaune made a sound like a stepped-on mouse and buried his face completely in the map. Ren's meditative pose shattered as he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Pyrrha's polishing became frantic, her own cheeks flaming.

Ruby let out a high-pitched squeak and dropped her magazine. "I learned... so many... new words..." she whispered to the floor, looking utterly traumatized.

Weiss took a long, deliberate sip of her tea, her composure a thin, cracking veneer. "Yes. Well. I, for one, am choosing to believe I was hallucinating from sleep deprivation."

Qrow just shook his head, a grimace on his face as he took another long swig from his flask. "Kids these days. No sense of discretion."

"Agreed, I'm already having to go through the rest of my life knowing my sisters and Uncle heard...everything."