The cafeteria was bustling with its usual activity. Good food and drinks were plentiful, which was more than she could say in her past experiences in the White Fang. She was surrounded by her teammates. Her friends. Good friends. Again, it was more than she could say about the White Fang. Here she knew she was doing good. She was fighting for justice. She was protecting the people. There was only one problem.

Blake Belladonna had an itch that needed to be scratched.

She knew she couldn't do that sort of things in public. Gods, would that be utterly humiliating. As such, she would need to suffer in silence, unable to scratch that very particular and private itch until she was safely back in the privacy of her own dorm room. And even then she might just need to go into the bathroom in order to do it, running the shower so that she would be able to get some privacy form even her own teammates.

Still, it would never be fulfilling doing it herself. Blake knew from experience that scratching that itch with her own hands was never as good as someone else doing it for her. Adam had been the last one to scratch that shameful itch of hers, and that had been many months ago. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to go on satisfying her own needs.

As she poked at the tuna which laid on her plate, her golden eyes scanned over her friends who surrounded her at the lunch table.

Ruby. Sweet, innocent Ruby. While well-meaning and kind, the energetic girl would be at risk of blurting something out to the rest of their teammates in her enthusiasm. While she knew Ruby would be willing, Blake simply couldn't take the risk of asking Ruby to be the one to help her with her problem.

Then there was Weiss. She mentally shot down the idea instantly. Not only would Weiss probably be horrified by the idea, but to be subservient to a Schnee like that? As a faunus? Disgraceful. It wasn't that Blake felt that Weiss would lord her desires over her or shame her for them, but the idea of having a Schnee to be the one to satisfy her needs was one she didn't even want to entertain.

Finally there was Yang. Her friend. Her partner. Her joking, loudmouth partner. She would do it, sure. She might even enjoy it. But she might also enjoy it a little too much. There would be jokes. There would be puns. It would be awkward. It would go from something pleasurable to something Blake may not enjoy anymore due to who was doing it. That was something the faunus girl didn't want to risk.

But above all else when it came to those three, she would have to live with them. The thought of sharing a dorm room with someone who also took care of her personal needs wasn't one she was thrilled with. Therefore she would have to look elsewhere. Someone outside of her immediate circle of friends. Someone who could be discreet and understanding.

"He really has improved over the past few months," Pyrrha said proudly. Blake picked up on the middle of the conversation, her focus shifting from her own thoughts back to the external world. "His work ethic is second to none. At least once I was able to get his comic books away from him."

A few of the gathered friends chuckled. A shift over to Jaune, whom Pyrrha must have been referring to, showed him bring a hand up to his head. He scratched his messy blond locks embarrassedly at Pyrrha's story.

"Oh come on, I wasn't that bad," he protested weakly. A smile still split his lips even after he muttered the words.

"Not that bad at fighting, or not that bad with your comics?" Nora wondered. "Because I'll disagree with you on both."

Jaune laughed again, taking no offense at Nora's quip. After all, it wasn't wrong. Even if Blake wasn't sure just how bad his comic book addiction was.

As he continued to scratch his hair in embarrassment, Blake's feline eyes honed in on him. Could he… could this be it? Could this be what she'd been looking for? Waiting for? Craving for all the months since she'd arrived her at Beacon?

He was a friend. That was of first and foremost importance. He would be willing to do her a favor. Potentially. And if not, she knew that he must have certain weaknesses which she would easily be able to exploit in order to get him to do things her way.

Blake also knew he had secrets of his own. She wasn't alone in her shame. Jaune knew how to be discreet. He knew what it was like to hide something from the rest of the world, and even from his friends. He would be understanding. He wouldn't judge her.

He also didn't live with her, so there wouldn't be that awkwardness of being alone with him when her needs weren't being fulfilled. However, he did live right across the hall, and that would be of paramount importance if she suddenly felt the need to have that itch of hers scratched. All it would take was a quick scroll message and he'd be over in seconds. Or she could go to his room. Whoever had the most privacy at the moment.

Blake bit down on her lip, knowing what would come next. Yes, she may have found just what she was looking for. All she needed to do was get him alone and make this most indecent proposal to him. And knowing boys and what they liked, she didn't think he would turn her down.

No boy would resist being able to get his hands on a beautiful catgirl, after all.

Jaune wiped his brow on his sleeve as he strode through Beacon's courtyard. What an evening. What a workout. As much as he appreciated his training sessions with Pyrrha, he wanted more. He needed more. He needed to get better. After all, Jaune knew that he was years behind his peers in terms of training. Therefore a little solo action against training bots to practice his sword skills could only help improve his technique. His agility. His stamina. However, it came at a cost.

He stank of sweat right now.

Getting back to his dorm would be bliss once he was able to step foot in the shower. After that maybe he would reward himself with a little bit of comic books which Pyrrha allowed him in moderation. He smiled at the thought. Like she was his mother or something like that. True, she was his teacher, and perhaps that was enough for the comparison to work. Hard work and studying were met with rewards. He couldn't have asked for a better partner than Pyrrha Nikos.

Jaune flinched, his enhanced reactions paying off when he jumped back just in time for a palm to slam against the brick wall of the building he'd been passing next to. Too humanoid to be a Grimm, and too feminine to be someone like Cardin, Jaune looked over to see…

"Blake?" he gasped, his eyes switching back and forth between her face and the hand which was pressed down against the wall of the building, trapping him between it and her. "What's going on?"

"Jaune," she replied, her voice monotone and almost… bored. Her narrowed golden eyes conveyed much the same expression.

"What's up?" he asked nervously, finally settling his gaze on her face. One peering up at him with a strange amount of focus for someone who sounded so disinterested in him. "And what's with the hand?"

"You have something I want," she responded vaguely.

"I do? Did I, um, borrow something from you?"

She shook her head softly. "No." Her nose twitched next, and she sniffed the air softly. A little too close to his body for comfort. "You reek of sweat."

Jaune chuckled nervously, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. "Yeah, I kinda just got finished with some training. I was going to take a shower as soon as I got back to my room."

Blake didn't respond immediately. In fact, she was eerily quiet as her gaze had shifted from his face over to his head. More specifically, to the hand which was scratching it.

Her tongue poked from her lips, a shaky breath following shortly after. "Big hands…" she gasped, barely louder than a whisper. "Strong hands…"

Jaune's hand came down immediately and he held it in front of his face for a moment before looking back down to Blake. "Um, sure?"

"Jaune, I'm going to be blunt with you," she told him, leaning in closer. Nearly pressing her body against his as she still trapped him against the wall with her arm. "I need those hands of yours to do something for me. You see, I have a very personal and embarrassing itch that I need scratched, and it's something which is never as satisfying when I do it myself."

Jaune sucked in a breath, choking on the air and sending him into a coughing fit. Had he heard her correctly? Had she actually just said that sort of thing to him? Unprovoked? Right here out in the open? Was she really asking him for… for… that?

"You… um…" he struggled to get out. "You need that? From me?"

"You have such big hands, Jaune," she practically purred as those golden eyes of hers turned intense. As they bored into his own with the strength and hardness of diamonds. "I can think of no one else I'd rather have scratch this itch for me. You may not realize it, and even I didn't realize it until earlier today, but you're perfect for me. Absolutely perfect."

Okay. This was happening. This. Was. Happening! Blake was propositioning him right out here in the open, and he'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about it. He was a seventeen year old guy, after all! Supermodels with assets like Blake had didn't come around that often! And for her of all people to want him to… satisfy certain urges of hers? How could he say no?

"So you want to… you and me to…"

"Yes, Jaune. I need you to scratch my faunus ears for me."

And just like that it was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him. Jaune's shoulders slumped as all the excitement and anticipation fled from his body.

"…what?"

"My ears, Jaune," Blake repeated, pointing up to the black bow atop her head. "It's been so long since anyone's scratched me behind the ears. And it's not exactly something I can go around asking anyone to do. It would be utterly mortifying if anyone knew that I… I… liked to have my feline ears scratched. Like I was some sort of racist stereotype…"

Well in a way, wasn't she? Not that Jaune would ever voice that thought of his or anything. Still, if this was something Blake needed, and she'd chosen him for the… honor? Could he really deny someone who'd put so much trust in him? After all, she was a friend. He'd be doing her such a simple favor, and she would apparently be getting so much out of it. Jaune saw nothing wrong in helping a friend out in her time of need.

"Oh, um, sure," he agreed. "I guess I could do that." He smiled, shaking his head softly. "You had me worried there for a second. When you were talking about having needs and itches scratched, I thought you were talking about…"

He couldn't utter the words, but Blake picked up on his meaning. Her eyes narrowed on him, and her face darkened at the unspoken words. "Did you think I was talking about sex?"

Jaune sucked in a breath, his hand coming back up to his hair. "Well…"

"Why would you ever think such a thing? Do I give off vibes of being some sort of pervert? Some easy, loose woman who'll just bed any boy she meets on the street?"

"Look it's not every day a girl comes up to me and starts talking about having itches she needs scratched. That's totally the kind of thing someone would say if they were trying to be discreet about what they actually wanted."

Blake held his gaze for a few seconds before shooting a harsh breath from her nose. Her featured softened with her next words. "Fair enough." Golden eyes flicked back over to his hand. "You're lucky you have such big hands. I forgive you."

Only now did he realize that he'd been unconsciously scratching his head in embarrassment. Blake had seen it and instantly thought about how it would feel to have his fingers on her own hair. Behind her faunus ears. This was more than a little bit unusual, but then again Jaune was an unusual kind of guy. After all, he hadn't even known what Aura was when he'd come to a huntsman school. Compared to that, Blake wanting her ears scratched was nothing.

"Okay, so… what now?"

She took Jaune by the hand and tugged at him. "We find a little privacy."

"What? Like out here in the open?" he asked as he was being pulled behind her.

"It's dusk," she replied, not bother to look over her shoulder as she strutted forward. "We just need a dark corner. I can't wait any longer, and there's no guarantee either of our rooms are empty right now."

True, but out here in Beacon's courtyard? "What if someone sees us?"

"They won't," she assured him. "I'll be quiet."

Quiet? "What does that mean?"

"It means… it means there are many reasons I need absolute trust in who I allow to scratch my ears, Jaune. You see…" she said, breaking eye contact dramatically, her shimmering golden orbs closed in shame as her held hung low. "I'm cursed."

Jaune blinked. "Cursed?"

"Cursed," she echoed. "For you see, when I have my faunus ears scratched by another… I make the most adorable noises ever heard by human ears." She shuddered, wrapping her arms around her stomach as she gently swayed back and forth. "I can't help but make them, and anyone who hears them risks falling into a diabetic coma from just how sweet they sound."

The boy opened his mouth to speak, but words would not come. Was this some sort of weird fantasy of hers? It sounded like something out of a cartoon or fiction story. Yet Blake spoke the words with as much seriousness as a heart attack.

"You're… you're for real right now?" Jaune asked incredulously.

"I am," she breathed dramatically, her eyes opening back up to peer up into his own. "Whoever hears these noises is destined to think that I'm the cutest girl… no, the cutest single living thing in the entire world. But I have faith in your ability to resist them. After all, you fell for someone as cold and prickly as Weiss. You must have a heart made of stone if you're able to survive the wicked barbs of the Ice Queen."

Jaune wanted to protest the insult of his former crush, but Blake wasn't exactly wrong. He had fallen for Weiss in spite of her cold and off-putting demeanor. Sure, he knew that there was a kind and sweet girl beneath her icy exterior, but good luck to any man trying to get to it.

"And of course, I trust you know how to keep a secret, Mister Forged Transcripts."

The words hit Jaune like a truck. He knew she wasn't threatening or blackmailing him, but the fact that she knew his secret and had kept it a secret herself was… telling. She would expect him to keep her secrets in turn. Whatever the full extent of them might have been.

Rounding a remote building on Beacon's campus, the pair of teens found a small, dark alcove in the wall. Blake pressed him up against it, her eyes almost glowing in the darkness as she peered up at him. "Are you ready?" she asked softly.

Jaune swallowed and nodded. "Y-yeah. Sure. What do we do next?"

Blake reached up, her fingers grasping the black bow on top of her head and tugged at it. It untied, turning into a single long piece of fabric which she balled up and stuffed into her pocket. Underneath, a pair of pointy, black cat ears stood proudly. He'd never seen them until now. They were… cute, if he was being honest.

"Now, Jaune," she whispered, pressing up against him. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder, resting gently against him. "We get started."

Jaune took a deep, shuddering breath as one of his arms came up. This was never what he'd expected to do when he was with a girl alone in a secluded part of campus. A girl pressed up against him asking him to satisfy her needs. To scratch her itch.

Gently, gingerly, his fingers reached up to Blake's black hair and feline ears. The tips grazed the fur of the closest ear, and it twitched in response. He bit down on his lip. Blue eyes were locked onto Blake's faunus appendages.

His hand sank into her hair right behind her ear, and he gently rubbed it.

"N-nyaa…" she gasped into his shoulder.

He froze. "Sorry. Did I do something wrong?"

Blake shook her head fervently against him. "No. Please. Keep going."

Jaune nodded, and his fingers reached down to the base of her ears again. He began to slowly and gently scratch like he would with a real dog or cat. Softly stroking the black hair and fur of the friend who pressed him up against the wall of the building.

"Nyaaa…" she whispered. "Nyaa… nyaa…"

The soft noises sent chills down his body. What was this? Was he causing her such… pleasure by the sound of it? His hands? His fingers? Were they really drawing such incredible noises from the lips of his friend?

"Is this a good spot?" he wondered.

"Nyaa… Jaune…" she moaned softly. "It feels so wonderful… nyaa…"

Was this maybe what Blake had meant when she said she would be quiet? If so, just what kind of noises would she make if they didn't need to control their volume?

Perhaps this was also what Blake had meant when she said that she needed someone to keep her secret. Not just because she had faunus ears which she needed to be scratched, but because she made the most adorable little noises when he did so. He could only imagine the utter embarrassment and mortification on Blake's part if someone like Yang heard her.

"Nyaaaa…" she gasped pleasurably into his shoulder. She rubbed her forehead against it affectionately. "Nyaaa…"

Jaune's left arm had been working double duty on both her ears. But slowly he brought his right arm up, and to any potential onlookers it would appear as if Jaune had the girl in an embrace with both arms wrapped around her. What they would never guess, however, was that he was in fact pleasuring her… with his hands on her ears.

His left hand stroked her right ear while his right took her left. Fingers kneaded into the base of her feline ears, stroking fur and flesh alike, giving them and her hair gentle yet firm scratches.

"Nyaa… nyaaa… Jaune… nyaaa…"

The soft mewls and gasps which accompanied the words and… sounds for lack of a better term, were doing things to Jaune. Things he never would have imagined could come from scratching a girl's ears. He just hoped Blake wouldn't press up against him close enough to feel what was going on beneath his waist.

"So… is it good, Blake?" he had to ask, despite the fact that her moans told him all he needed to know.

"So good… nyaa…" she answered, her voice lost in the bliss of his magical fingers. "It's beenyaa, so long, nyaaa…"

Jaune dug deeper, scratching behind her ears with enough force to hear it. Blake reveled in his touch. He felt the hot breaths shooting from her nostrils through the fabric of his hoodie. If such a simple act could cause her this much satisfaction then it couldn't be a bad thing. Right?

"Nyaa… Jaune… nyaaaaahahaaaa…" Well that one was new. "Haa…nyaaaha…"

Without any context, Jaune would have guessed that she was having an orgasm right now. He blinked. In reality, he didn't truly know if Blake wasn't having an orgasm right now. However, he would simply assume that this was in fact what it appeared to be. Completely innocent and wholesome.

"How much longer do you need?" he whispered down into her ear. It twitched again under his hot breath.

"Almost… nyaa, there…" she panted back. Jaune picked up in intensity, stroking her ears as hard as he dared without hurting her. Her own hands, which until now had been at her sides, came up to wrap around his back. Her own fingers dug into his skin through his hoodie. "Nyaa… Nyaaaahaaaa…"

Her breathing had picked up. She was… was she purring? He didn't want to sound racist by asking, but Jaune knew that this girl was purring! Okay, this was doing absolutely zero favors for the problem he had underneath his jeans! How did Blake not realize that her behavior had the potential for these sorts of side effects?

"Nyaaa… Jaunyaa…" she breathed, her sounds and squeaks intensifying. "Nyaaa… nyaaaaaaaaa… kyaaaaaa!"

Her back spasmed, and Blake's ears began to twitch uncontrollably. Jaune felt her chest sucking in oxygen in desperate gasps. All the while her ears continued to flick wildly under his influence. Even when his hands came up, they still moved. She remained leaning against him for long seconds even after he'd stopped stroking her head.

Until she finally came up, and for the first time ever, Jaune saw a smile on Blake's lips. "That was amazing," she said genuinely, her soft golden eyes peering up into his.

"Oh, um, thanks?" he offered back. He honestly didn't know how to feel right now. Other than… well, an itch of his own which he suddenly had.

"I knew I picked the right person to help me with my needs," she said, pushing away from his body, leaving the boy feeling suddenly cold without her presence. "Gods, it's been way too long since I had such a good scratch. Your fingers are amazing, Jaune."

"Glad I could help."

Blake nodded. "I'll text you the next time I need help," she said, fishing her bow from her pocket as she began to tie it back atop her head. "That is, if you'd be willing to help me again…"

Jaune blinked. He could turn her down and say this was just a onetime thing. However…

He really wanted to hear her make those noises again. They were just so cute and adorable. And moreover, he wanted to be the one to make her make them…

"I'd be happy to," he answered honestly.

"I'm glad to hear it." Blake flashed him one last soft, appreciative smile before she turned around. "Until next time."

Blake strode away, a spring seemingly in her step as she rounded the corner.

Jaune leaned against the wall for a little longer. Oh he definitely needed that shower, alright. And in all honesty he would need to do more than just get himself clean once he was finally in there.

My room. 20 minutes.

That had been nineteen minutes ago.

Jaune stood outside of Team RWBY's dorm feeling… honestly a little bit dirty. How could he not after what he'd experienced at the… ears of Blake? Despite nothing sexual happening, despite it being completely platonic, he couldn't help but feel like they were doing something naughty. Girls… people… faunus, didn't make those kinds of noises unless they were being aroused. Right?

Or maybe not. Maybe this was indeed totally innocent. After all, Jaune wasn't a faunus. He had no idea how Blake's physiology might be different from his own. Maybe it really did feel good for her in a totally non-sexual way. Maybe she, like actual cats, simply enjoyed having her ears scratched.

In any case, this was never how he would have expected sneaking around to a girl's dorm room to go. In his wildest fantasies it had been Weiss to call him over to her room for a private physical session with him. However, now that reality had checked in he realized that Weiss would never be interested in him in that way. She would never let him stroke her hair like Blake did. She would never utter sweet, orgasmic noises as he did so. Unlike Blake. Blake, who softly spoke his name as he scratched behind her cat ears. Blake, who wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his body as if she was experiencing the very peak of rapture at his own hands…

The door opened suddenly, snapping Jaune from his new fantasy and back to reality. Blake peered up at him with her usual deadpan expression. "Come in."

She turned without waiting for a reply, walking back into her room. Jaune followed, closing the door behind him.

He'd been in his sister team's room before, mostly to play video games with Ruby. However, this was the first time he'd ever been… alone in it with anyone but Ruby. The fact that they were sneaking around behind everyone's backs made the whole situation all the more suggestive in Jaune's mind, despite the fact that he knew nothing spicy was going to happen here tonight.

Blake reached up and untied the bow atop her head. Pulling it free, she shook her black hair gently, somehow making it look… sexy. Like she was stripping down just for him. It was only a bow. It might as well have been her pants.

The faunus girl took a seat on the bottom bunk of a makeshift bunk bed, and Jaune found it oddly fitting that hers was the one which used hardback books as construction material. She glanced up at him before nodding toward the spot on the mattress next to her.

Jaune understood and complied, taking a seat next to Blake. His hands rested in his lap as they sat there. "So… do we just get started then?"

"One moment." Blake reached over to grab a notebook and pen at the bottom of the bed. She opened it up to a page with a few sentences scribbled down on it and held her pen at the ready. "Now we can get started."

Jaune reached up, feeling a little braver than he'd been the other day, and rested at hand atop Blake's head. Finding the base of one of her ears, he began to scratch it with the tips of his thumb and forefinger, turning the normally serious and quiet ninja into jelly in mere seconds.

"Nyaa…" she whispered blissfully.

Mewls. Moans. Purrs. An orchestra of strange yet intoxicating sounds hummed on the lips of the faunus girl who leaned her head against Jaune's shoulder as they sat side by side on the bed. Prior to Blake's proposition, the boy couldn't recall sharing a single conversation with Blake. Now they'd gone from nothing to giving her head scratches. Talk about zero to one hundred. As Jaune stared down at the top of her head, he could still hardly believe that this was happening. This was what his relationship with the aloof ex-White Fang was like.

As she continued to breathe sighs of satisfaction, Jaune saw as she began to write things down in the notebook she held in her hands. Not one to snoop or pry, he felt it best that he ask what she was doing rather than peek over her shoulder as he so easily could have.

"What're you writing?" he wondered. "Something for school?"

"Nya-nya-no…" she seemingly struggled to say. Jaune wondered if she had trouble with 'N' sounds due to her… self-described adorable noises. "I'm writing down ideas for my fan fics."

Finding out that Blake wrote fan fiction might have once been the strangest revelation Jaune could have learned about the girl. Now however, with fingers full of black hair and fur, Jaune was only mildly intrigued.

"Really? At a time like this? Seems kind of odd if you ask me."

Blake shook her head softly, though not enough to disrupt his wonderfully big and scratchy fingers. "I think best whenyaa- I'm getting ear rubs…"

Jaune supposed he could understand that. Some people did their best thinking when they were in the shower. Or even while sitting on the toilet. Considering this was such a wonderful and pleasurable experience for Blake, he couldn't blame her for it getting her creative juices flowing.

And those are the only juices it gets going, he mentally reminded himself.

Several 'nyaas' and written sentences later, Jaune decided to press the line of questioning. "So what's it about? If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't," she replied softly. "Actually, you might evenyaaa be able to help me…"

Blue eyes gazed at his fingers stroking at the base of Blake's ears. He thought he already was helping her. He couldn't imagine how he could possibly contribute to her stories, but he'd be willing to try.

"Sure. How might I be able to help?"

"You see… nya… it's about a young shinobi attending a ninja school," she explained, her head leaning against his shoulder heavily. Her writing had ceased, and Blake held her notebook tightly against her lap. "But he lied about his family legacy in order to impress the elders enough to get in."

Jaune blinked. That sounded… oddly familiar. Not that he'd lied about his family's past deeds or anything, but the whole lying to get into school part…

"Okay… that sounds like it could be a good story premise," he said, not at all unselfishly. "What else do you have planned for it?"

"Well… anyaaather student finds out that he's lying, and begins blackmailing him into being his servant."

Oh yeah, that definitely sounded familiar. Jaune felt a little bit flattered that Blake had taken inspiration from his own life. If she needed help getting the authentic Jaune Arc experience down, then he would be more than happy to help her.

"That sounds super interesting," he said, at this point feeding his own ego as much as hers. Jaune scratched deeply down into the base of her ears, his appreciation for her story manifesting in the best ear scratches he could give. Her vocal reactions told him that she appreciated his efforts. "So what does this young shinobi boy do about the bully in his life?"

"The first boy doesn't knyaaow that the bully actually has a crush on him…"

Wait, what?

"The bullying is just a way for the second boy to let nyaout all his romantic frustrations without admitting his feelings for the smaller, more submissive boy…"

Alarm bells were going off inside Jaune's head.

"And soon those favors he was doing would take a turn for the… hot."

Jaune's massaging hand ceased its gentle rubs. It took but an instant for Blake to turn her head and shoot him a hard gaze which expressed all the betrayal she must have felt in him abandoning her ear scratches. Well Jaune certainly felt betrayed too. After all, Blake was just writing about…

"That's literally just Cardin and me!" he exclaimed. The sudden look of happiness on Blake's face was quickly dashed with his immediate follow-up. "Minus the sex stuff."

"Are you sure, Jaune?"

"Yes!"

Her lips curled into the cutest little pout. He didn't think Blake was capable of such a look. "Darn," she sighed dejectedly. "That's disappointing."

Disappointing that he and Cardin hadn't bumped uglies? Jaune's own expression changed, his being one of disgust. "Believe it or not, Blake, when two people hate each other it usually doesn't mean that there's secret romantic feelings."

Blake blinked. "It doesn't?"

"No! I mean, wouldn't that mean that Cardin had a crush on Velvet too?"

Blake appeared genuinely confused. "Of course not. Velvet's a girl. And Cardin has eyes for only you."

Jaune didn't know what Velvet being a girl had to do with anything, but he pressed on. "Didn't Yang almost get murdered by some ice cream girl on the train at Mountain Glenn? Does that mean they want to… to… you know."

Blake's expression honestly looked conflicted. Her teeth toyed with her bottom lip. Jaune hadn't expected her to say anything other than 'no'.

"I mean… if only you'd seen that girl, Jaune," she said instead. "She just oozed sex appeal."

"The right answer is still 'no', Blake!"

"Oh come on, what's wrong with wanting to turn enemies into lovers? That's the kind of tension and drama that makes fiction great! I mean, wouldn't it be great if Weiss fell for you despite hating you?"

That one stung a bit. "I don't think she hates me…"

"Maybe not after the dance," Blake agreed. "You did her a pretty big favor back then. It really speaks to how much you've grown as a person. And as a man," she smiled warmly. "However, my point about opposites attracting stands. Two people on opposite sides finding love is a tale as old as time."

"Okay, maybe in some stories it might be. But still, why would you ever think that Cardin… liked me like that?"

"The sexual tension between the two of you was palpable!" she exclaimed, suddenly not too upset that he'd stopped scratching her ears. Speaking of them, Blake's ears twitched excitedly atop her head as she spoke. "I just wanted to get in there, grab both of you by your heads, and smash your big, beautiful, boy's love lips together!"

"No. No it wasn't."

"All the nicknames, Jauney-boy," she added for emphasis. "All the times he said that you were friends! Buddies! Got you alone and made you do favors for him. All the times he put his hands all over you. You're telling me it wasn't because he wanted to feel you up?"

Speaking from his own personal experiences, no. "Blake. Him punching me in the face definitely wasn't because he wanted to feel my face."

Blake hummed dismissively. "You just wouldn't understand."

"Because I'm not a weirdo?"

"Because you're not a girl."

Jaune had no idea what that had to do with it. Pyrrha was a girl. Nora was a girl. Ruby too. They didn't like to imagine that he and Cardin were… more than just friends.

Right?

Maybe he should ask them that at a later time… Until then he needed to set Blake straight. And that involved letting her know that he was straight. Cardin too. Probably.

Wow. What if Cardin did like him? Jaune shook his head immediately. No. No. No. He was not about to go down that rabbit hole. He did not need to start viewing Cardin through a lens of him maybe secretly having a crush on him to explain his bullying.

"Hey, remember how you asked me before if I thought you were a pervert?" he asked Blake.

"Yes?"

"In light of this new information, I'm changing my answer to a 'yes'."

Blake growled. She grabbed his nearest hand, but rather than biting it like he had instinctually feared she would, she placed it back atop her head. "Shut up. Ears. Now."

With a soft shake of his head Jaune went back to work, scratching behind Blake's ears with what were, in her words, big, strong fingers. The effects were immediate, and Blake once again melted under his touch, her lips unable to hold back the noises which came with her sensitive faunus parts being stroked.

"Nyaaa…" she whispered, the anger which had been present just a moment ago absent thanks to his influence. "Nyaa…"

Jaune wouldn't bring up Blake's odd fan fictions about not-Jaune and not-Cardin again. Right here, right now, he would just enjoy the moment, just as Blake undoubtedly was as well. After all, it wasn't every night that a girl invited you over to her room to touch her and make her gasp and moan with pleasure.

Sure, it may have just been her ears, but Jaune would take what he could get. Right now scratching Blake's itch was the best thing in the world he had going for him.

Author's Note: Weeaboo ninja cat Blake is best Blake. Spare me all the White Fang and faunus equality nonsense.

I've found that I've fallen in love with Knightshade so long as it's this kind of Blake. Is she exaggerated? Definitely. Out of character? It depends how deep you want to read into that one little scene where she's embarrassed about reading Ninjas of Love way back in volume 1. And how seriously you want to take her Chibi persona.

Anyway, I plan on doing anyaather chapter to wrap up this little idea. It was supposed to be a one shot, but I found that trying to cram everything into one chapter wouldn't be very satisfying. So expect one more chapter sometime in the future.

As always, thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.