Beecon University

Chapter 15

Blake couldn't help but feel self-conscious as she walked down the hall towards her dorm room. She was mostly dressed up in her costume, minus the ears and makeup. Still, Blake used the term 'costume' lightly. She was simply wearing tight black clothing. It wasn't the clothing that made her self-conscious, it was the fact that she knew what was coming when she walked back through the door to her dorm room.

Yang had insisted that Blake not come in until she was fully dressed in her costume. Blake had been sitting in the lounge, playing around on her phone, waiting for the text from Yang telling her that she could return. That text had finally come, and now Blake was just feet away from the door.

Was this 'costume' good enough for Yang? Yang had been adamant about keeping her own costume a secret from Blake, but Blake knew it was far better than this standard black cat. Was Blake good enough for Yang? That was the much bigger question her costume worries had been trying to hide. She was terrified of Yang deciding that she didn't actually want to be with Blake, despite everything that Sun had told her yesterday.

Blake shook her head, trying to chase the thoughts out of her brain. She was going to open that door, and go in there, and she would be fine.

She took a deep breath, putting her hand on the doorknob and repeating I will be fine in her head over and over again as she pushed the door open.

Blake stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes landed on Yang.

Yang was looking in the mirror, making sure the braided ponytails that hung from either side of her head were in order. Her costume consisted of a light blue dress, white tights, and black flats. She spun around at the sight of Blake in the mirror, smiling from ear to ear.

"You like what you see?"

Blake couldn't help but devolve into a giggling fit when she saw the front of the dress. It had a half-apron with three small pockets, each of which had a tiny teddy bear sticking out of it.

"What?" Yang asked, her smile faltering. "What's so funny?"

Blake took a moment to steady her breathing and calm herself down. She walked over to Yang, shaking her head and smiling. "You're a dork. An absolutely adorable dork."

Yang blushed, grinning widely. "Why, thank you, kitty cat."

"I'm not a cat yet, Yang."

"Close enough." Yang looked behind her, grabbing Blake's cat ears, which were still laying on her desk. She handed them to Blake, smirking as she put them on. "There, now you're a kitty cat."

"Still not quite," Blake wagged her finger. "You need to help me with the nose and whiskers."

"You're right, I forgot about that!" Yang walked over to her side of the room, grabbing her makeup bag off of her desk. "Take a seat, kitty cat. I'm going to make you look purrfect."

Blake shook her head as she sat in Yang's desk chair. "Don't make me regret saying yes, Yang Xiao Long."

"My puns are just like me: irresistible," Yang winked, "and you know it!"

Blake rolled her eyes, smirking as she tried to stop her cheeks from heating up. "Just put the makeup on me, please."

"You got it, kitty cat!"

Yang got to work, being careful not to mess up Blake's layer of actual makeup as she worked on adding whiskers and a nose. In retrospect, Yang was pretty sure Blake could have done this herself... but Yang had offered yesterday, and she didn't think either of them was going to pass up this opportunity to be so close to the other.