Right, so, two things. One, make sure to check out my other book. I post story ideas(FUCK IT CRASHED AND I HAVE TO START OVER) and other shit there, so check it out. Anyway, TO THE STORY!
3rd POV
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It is now that you arrive at the refurbished dorm. When you go in, you immediately start cleaning, as there are misplaced objects and spilled construction materials everywhere. Meanwhile, team RWBY is gawking at the room. It's nearly doubled in size, as well as gained a kitchen.Ruby: "Does anyone know how to cook?"
Yang: "Nope."
Weiss: "Never needed to."
Blake: "I was never really interested in cooking, so no." You say nothing.
Ruby: "Hey (Y/n), do YOU know how to cook?" You then nod, never looking away from your never-ending cleaning.
Yang: "Wow, hot stuff can even cook~ Is there anything he can't do~?" She gets incredibly close. Uncomfortably so.
Weiss: "I highly doubt he's interested, given his past." Team RWBY then goes silent. After a few moments of this, you finish your cleaning and go to the kitchen, where you then proceed to cook. You made spaghetti, a simple yet delicious dish. You set the table and put the plates on aforementioned table. You peek around the corner.
(Y/n): "... Dinner's ready."
RWBY: *mutters of thanks(I'm lazy)* They then go to the table. Once they're there, you give Yang some bourbon(don't ask), Ruby some chocolate milk, Blake some ginger tea and Weiss some iced tea. You then immediately go back into the kitchen.
Ruby: *incoherent speech due to her mouth being full*
Weiss: "Don't speak with your mouth full." Ruby then swallows the food in her mouth and tries again.
Ruby: "This is really good. He even got my favorite drink right."
Weiss: "I could say the same."
Yang: "Is there seriously anything he can't do?"
Blake: "I, for some odd reason, doubt it. Also, yes, he did get my favorite drink right."
Yang: "Mine as well." The smell of baked cookies then wafts into the room in which the table is situated. Ruby immediately looks over. She then sees you carrying four plates of cookies. Ruby drools at the mere sight of the cookies.
Blake: "Well, he can bake as well." (Oh really, Blake? Whatever could've tipped you off?) You set the plates of cookies in front of the four girls. Ruby immediately stuffs an entire cookie into her mouth, but stops and goes watery-eyed from how good they taste. Yang, Blake and Weiss then decide that they're more than worth a try and take a bite, savoring how good they taste. They all finish their cookies in a matter of seconds.
Yang: "That was really good~"
Blake: "That, I can agree with."
Weiss: "They were... Acceptable." She clearly doesn't believe her own words.
Ruby: "Acceptable?! They were HEAVENLY! We have to get him to cook for us again!"
Yang: "I second that."
Blake: "I third it."
Weiss: *quiet mumbling*
Yang: "What'd'ya say?"
Weiss: *slightly louder mumbling, but still too quiet to hear*
Blake: "Speak up, we can't hear you."
Weiss: "I SAID I AGREE!"
Yang: "Jeez, relax, ice princess. Blowing up is my job." Everyone but you groans at her joke. (Okay, so, this has been here for a while AKA I started this and never finished it, so Imma have to find out how to carry this some more. Be right back.) (*a few minutes of contemplation later* Okay, so, I've come to a crossroads. I could A. Fit some more filler in here for character development or whatever or B. Skip to them sleeping and then to a timeskip to somewhere and, I decided, why not let the 500 or so people that'll read this in the next 2 days decide? So, Imma let you guys suggest where I should go with this. This'll be up for 2 days or I find an idea that's just too good to pass up. Later, nerds)
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FanfictionDead. Lifeless. Nothing more than a walking corpse. This is how you are described. I do not own RWBY. Rooster teeth and Monty Oum do. I don't own you, either.