NOTE: Here's a late-night thirty-minute quickie.

Jaune was starting to question the logic behind coeducational lodging.

Sure, it was natural to bunk teams together, regardless of gender or race, to strengthen camaraderie and therefore enhance their effectiveness as a Huntsman team. It was sort of like sharing rooms with your siblings. Only in this case, they were adopted siblings. Unless you saw them differently which Jaune absolutely did not.

His team was like family to him. Pyrrha was a good friend, combat mentor, and true comrade. Ren was his ever understanding brother from another mother. Nora embodied the insanity of his younger sisters and more. And there was team RWBY which was another basket of crazies in itself.

So that meant that they were hands off to anything beyond platonic friendship.

At least, that's what he told himself. Because his body seemed to disagree with him. How could he tell? Simple. The tower down south had risen to challenge the fabric of the skies.

"You have got to be kidding me," he mutedly growled.

This was frustrating. And awkward.

Why on Remnant was he getting an erection? He wasn't even thinking of anything...stimulating! And it was making their dorm room really uncomfortable.

For crying out loud, Pyrrha was right there! Her slender form outlined by her blanket, her chest rising and falling as she slept, her docile features highlighted by the light of the shattered moon shining through the glass...

Jaune shook the thoughts out of his head. No. No, no! Not the right time for that. It was only making his tower itch. He wanted to scratch it. Before he knew it, he had dug a hand under the covers to get at that spot... Right there... Just an itch on the tower that needs scratching...

Shit.

This was the fifteenth time this month.

Jaune got up quietly, paced to the bathroom, and washed his hands clean, caring to leave no trace of his itch-scratching and cleaning-up-after-said-itch-scratching behind. It was bad enough having to deal with Nora on a sugar high—she could become a terrifying bloodhound when pumped with the right amount of glucose—and he was already wary of Pyrrha wondering why they kept running low on tissues.

He blamed puberty. Hormones. It was all hormones. He would never envision any of his female friends in any lewd imagined scenario. That was just wrong...

Then again, so was masturbating in the same room as them.

On the bright side, at least it wasn't team RWBY. He shuddered at the thought of what they would do if he got caught.

Jaune tiptoed to his bed and slipped under the duvet. So far, so good. Just like every other night for the past few months. This was just a phase; he'd grow out of it soon enough. He envied Ren. At least the stoic boy wouldn't worry about this...dilemma.

Strange. He could've sworn he heard noises coming from Pyrrha's bed. She shuffled a bit to her side and he heard her moan. An odd-sounding moan but could he really tell? She sounded like she was having trouble or something. Maybe a bad dream? A nightmare? Her breathing was getting hitched and her arms were moving under the sheets.

Jaune raised a curious brow. He got off his bed and walked over to hers. Her back was turned fully to him and she seemed to be curling up into the fetal position. The moonlight exposed the sweat on her skin.

"Shhh, hey. It's okay," he cooed, letting his hand touch her shoulder.

Pyrrha squeaked and stiffened.

"Hey, Pyr. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. You're fine."

She seemed to understand him and relax a little. The way her face was scrunched up was a little odd. Nah, probably the dream.

Jaune smiled. He was only giving back to Pyrrha after all that she had been doing for him. She wasn't moaning much when he laid his head back onto his pillow. It felt good to provide a bit of comfort, minute as it was.

Maybe coeducational lodging made a bit of sense.

ORIGINALLY DRAFTED: April 9, 2018

LAST EDITED: April 9, 2018

INITIALLY UPLOADED: April 9, 2018

NOTE: There has to be clauses behind guys and girls sharing a dorm room, right?