Prepare for JoJo References and hella dank memes!
and it's Reader x Yang which means RWBY... how original I know but eh.
Please forgive my terrible writing skills, I'm new.
A/N: Impromptu Valentine's Special, sorry if it ain't good. Enjoy.
Narrator POV
Yes, the celebrated man made holiday known as Valentine's Day where couples spend the day together getting to know each other or strengthen their already strong bonds. In the minds of Beacon's 2 resident brawlers, they're hoping to finally make the connection that can bond them for eternity but one is too much of a flirt to know what romance is while the other is just too inexperienced in the art of romance. Let's tune in to our hero in his plan to ask out his love.
Y/N POV
Y/N: Ok, ok, ok! Calm the nerves! Today is the Valentine's dance andIhaven't asked Yang to the dance yet which means people will try to ask her before I do. And I'll be damned if i miss out on recreating that classic Dirty Dancing scene because I was too much of a pussy.
Yang POV
Yang: I'm so excited! Today is the dance, which means snacks, dancing, romance, and hopefully.... hehehehe down girl. I wonder why Y/N hasn't asked me yet? Eh. Doesn't matter because I know he'll ask.
I take out my scroll and pull up a picture of Y/N and stare at it as I glide my finger over it.
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Yang: I'll be waiting.
King Crimson Class Y/N POV
Y/N: Ok, time to toss this note over to Yang. Star Platinum flick it over to Yang.
Star Platinum: Ora (aight)
Y/N turns the note into a finger football and hands it to Star Platinum as he lines up his shot and he flicks it but a little too well because the paper was sent zooming past Yang and ended up getting lodged in the blackboard.
Y/N: JoJo Christ! Imagine if you didn't miss!
Star Platinum: Ora (sorry)
Y/N: Is aight, but let me do the next one.
I make another note, line up my shot, annnnnnnnnnd miss by a lot. Y/N: Ok, one more shot, line, annnnnnnnnd miss again... god fucking damn it. Last shot! And Ican't fucking miss! LINE, AIM, SHOOT! It's going, it's going! It's gonna make it!
Then a cruel twist of fate, the paper football note is carried away from it's intended destination because of the draft from the A/C making it land right. In. Front. Of. Ruby. Ruby.... RUBY!
