The princess and the fighter ( Weiss Schnee x Male Reader)

Part 7

-Your Pov-

As night falls, you try to get to sleep. Like usual, you aren't able to get to sleep right away. Normally, you would go for a jog, or workout. But, with tomorrow being initiation, you can't afford to risk not getting a good night of sleep. Weiss sits awake, reading from a book. Deciding to try something, you pull out your scroll and write a text to Weiss.

You: Hey

Weiss: You're literally right next to me

You: I just wanted to see if you had changed your scroll number or not

Weiss: Well, you could have just asked me

You: True, but I can't sleep

Weiss: I have some books you can read if you want, and I know you brought some

You: True, but I wanted to talk with you.

Weiss: Again, right next to you

You: You have a point, but still. I wanted to just text you until I got tired like I would do when we were kids.

-Flashback-

Lying in your bed, you toss and turn. Even though it's late, you find yourself unable to sleep. Sighing, you sit up and look out the window. Cars drive back and forth, and you sigh wistfully. Maybe one day you won't have a bed time, and will be able to go to bed whenever you get actually tired. Reaching for your scroll, you check the time. 9:00 P.M. Only 30 minutes past your bed time. However, with your scroll in hand, it gives you an idea. Going to your contacts, you find Weiss's number.

You: Hey

Weiss: What are you doing up? Isn't your bed time at 8:30?

You: Yeah, but I can't sleep. And isn't your bed time at 8?

Weiss: It's supposed to be. But, father is yelling at Winter for something. She's in big trouble for something, and I don't know what it is.

You: Oh. I hope she'll be okay.

Weiss: Me too. I can only hear the yelling, and I can't tell what it's about.

The two of you talk for awhile, before finding yourself tired. Smiling, you decide to send her a few more texts before going to bed.

You: Hey, I'm really tired now. I'll see you at school tomorrow

Weiss: Okay. Goodnight (y/n)

For some reason, a blush touches your cheeks when you receive this text.

You: Yeah, you too Weiss. Sweet dreams

Blushing at having told her that, you turn your scroll off and toss it across the room. However, you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

-Present-

Weiss obliges your request, and the two of you text, and get caught up a bit about what the both of you have been up to since moving away.

You: So, did you manage to make a lot of friends after I moved away?

Weiss: No. When I became the heiress, my father made it a lot more difficult for me to make friends. He would either push people away, or send people to hang out with me. But, I either didn't like them, or they were only friends with me for the perks of my last name.

You: Oh. If it makes you feel better, then I wasn't able to make all that many friends either. My temper, believe it or not

Weiss: ( rolling eye emoji) So I take it you never had a girlfriend either?

You: Nah. Never really tried. What about you? You ever have a boyfriend?

For some reason, this question is really important for you. You can't picture Weiss with any guy, and on the other hand, you can't picture Weiss being single for too long. The bubble indicating she's typing lingers for a long time on the screen.

Weiss: No. There were basically two types of guys. Those who weren't interested in me, some going so far as to make fun of me for being a Schnee. And then there were those who my father picked for me, who I didn't like, and then those who only wanted to be with me because I had been made Heiress.

Reading this text makes you feel a lot of different emotions, and for some time you write and unwrite texts to her, telling her different things. That people were stupid for not liking her, that someday she'll find someone who wants her for her heart. However, none of it sounds right to you.

But, before you need to reply to it, Weiss storms off. Turning your head, you see her in an argument with three other girls. One of them is blonde, and the other two are girls you saw earlier, the girl who pointed out the flaws in the Schnee corporation, and then the girl who caused the Dust Explosion. Sighing, you get up and walk over to back Weiss up.

The blonde turns to you, and immediately starts to hit on you, calling you " cutie" and saying things like that. Embarrassed, you rub your arms. She continues on, saying, " If you ever get tired of the Ice Queen over here, I can warm you up."

-Weiss Pov-

Seeing her hit on (y/n) makes me agitated. Normally, I just hate being called ' Ice Queen.' Granted, (y/n) calls me that very frequently, but he uses it as a term of endearment. When this girl uses it as an insult, it ticks me off. But, I am also agitated that she hits on my friend right in front of me. I also am irritated that (y/n) makes no effort to stop her advances, and then it also seems to be having a visible affect on him.

I'm not jealous, per say. But, I don't want (y/n) to be with someone who would only be interested in him for his looks, and I feel the need to end the flirting before anything can happen. When it came to most things, (y/n) protected me from so many people, and I make a promise to myself to protect him from people who would hurt him.

" Look, please stop," he says. " I'm not comfortable with this. Please stop hitting on me." She looks at him confused before giving a shrug. I thank Oum she actually backed off, and that (y/n) turned down her advances. I'm glad that (y/n) doesn't like her. For his sake, and....mine? Was I jealous of the girl hitting on him?

-Your Pov-

The argument goes on for awhile, but you notice that Weiss stops glaring at you when the blond stops hitting on you. Before the argument can continue much longer, the girl with black hair blows out the candle. You can practically feel Weiss rolling her eyes. However, you pull out your scroll, and use the light to guide the two of you to where you set your things. Climbing into your sleeping back, you turn to Weiss. " Goodnight (y/n)," she says, which makes you blush as much as it did when you were kids.

" Sweet dreams," you mutter to her, before dozing off.