Sorry, another short chapter. But my laptop got damaged, and I now have to type on my tablet (not my favorite). That is why weekend shipping is missing. This will just be a fluff chapter, shipping really. This chapter gets my personal seal of approval, as well as possibly being reused in Weekend Shipping, if any ever requests WhiteRose.

Ruby sat up stretching. With classes suspended during the festival, any day they didn't have a fight was basically a weekend, even though it was the middle of the week, team RWBY was all still asleep. At least, that's what she thought at first.

Leaning over the side of her bed, she saw that the BY pair had already left the room. Ruby assumed Blake was in the library reading as usual, but for Yang to be out of bed on a free day, especially before noon, was rare. She could b doing anything from training to shopping.

Ruby picked up her scroll, checking her messages; there was her answer. Yang had decided to watch some early Vytal Fights, to continue scoping out their potential competition. Yang had even sent her a picture of some Atlas team, though she could only make out a bright colored blur.

Ruby lead back, sighing happily, before deciding to take a shower. The warm water felt wonderful, after the slight chilliness of the dorm room. When would the school fix the heating, it was almost like winter inside the school. When she got out, she saw that Weiss had woken up.

As Ruby hadn't expected anyone to be up, she hadn't brought her clothes into the shower. Whenever she did, they somehow got wet, which was uncomfortable. As such, she walked into the room with only a towel around her middle, leaving her legs, arms fully exposed.

Most people wouldn't have freaked out, but Ruby was, simply put, extremely modest. Surprising, as her combat outfit included a short combat skirt, but truthfully she was. With a short, but loud yelp, she dashed back into the bathroom, slamming the door, leaving a trail of rose petals behind her.

Weiss sighed, before getting up, grabbing the folded pile of Ruby's clothes that were sitting on the desk by their beds.

"Ruby?" Weiss called through the door, after knocking. "I have your clothes here, I'll leave them outside the door ok?" Weiss heard some sound of assent from the other side, and she set them down, then turned around.

Seconds later, she heard the door open, then close again. Looking back, the pile of red and black clothing had disappeared. A minute later, one fully clothed and heavily blushing Ruby emerged from the bathroom, before left g Weiss have her turn.

When Weiss got out, fully clothed, having brought her casual clothes with her, she was surprised to see a still blushing Ruby sitting on her bed, rather than being gone, or on the hanging death trap Ruby called her bed.

"Ruby...why are you on my bed?" Weiss asked, genuinely wanting to know. Ruby, who hadn't been paying any attention, practically jumped a foot in the air, before looking at Weiss embarrassedly, blushing even more.

"Umm...uh...no reason." She stuttered, nervously rubbing her arm, before st standing up. She moved over to Weiss, then, to her great astonishment, leans in and kissed her on the cheek, enforce running out of the dorm.

"Oh" said Weiss, to no one in particular.

Omake:

In the library, Yang suddenly sat up straighter. She and Blake had been reading in companionable silence, something they often did now, though Yang didn't tell anyone else on her team.

After faking a picture of the "Tournament fights" she was watching and sending it to Ruby, she had thought she could relax, until now.

"What is it Yang?" Asked Blake, looking at the blonde curiously

"My sister sense is tingling!" She said, before jumping up to run back to the dorm.

Blake sighed "I should never have let her read that comic…"

Yep, that's right, two references that you might miss. Number one: the picture Yang sent was in fact team FNKI, and number two: that was a Spider-man reference in the omake. Boom hahaha...I hope my laptop gets fixed soon.

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