Hey there! First off, thanks for clicking on this story and hopefully giving it a chance. I really appreciate it, and I hope you stick around!

Some of you might think this premise feels familiar, and that's because it is. Anyone who keeps up with seasonal anime has probably heard about Domestic Girlfriend, which came out last season. I loved the anime, and immediately blitzed through the manga after it was and now eagerly await every new chapter weekly. This idea came into my head not long after catching up to the manga and it wouldn't leave, so I figured I'd try my hand.

For those of you who have watched or read Domestic Girlfriend and are worried of a straight reskin with RWBY characters, I promise you this isn't that. I'm borrowing the beginning premise, and maybe a few plot ideas, but the characters are completely different, so things can't pan out the same without people being wildly OOC.

Either way, I don't wanna say too much, as I like to have readers come in as fresh as possible to new fanfics, but I really do hope you enjoy.

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There was only one thing Jaune Arc knew for an absolute fact. He was hopelessly and unequivocally in love with his teacher.

He didn't know when it had started. It almost felt like he had always felt strongly towards her, though he knew that wasn't the case.

Some might say love was a strong word, but calling it a simple crush felt too childish. Jaune knew what crushes felt like, and this was not it. He knew he was prone to falling for girls, especially during his middle school years. It usually passed soon enough, carried by the wind of time. Fleeting.

Not this time.

Never had he felt so drawn to try and talk with her at any opportunity. Never had his mind wandered off mid conversation when he suddenly thought of her. And never had he stayed up late into the night, chest aching at the thought of their distance.

At first he thought it would pass, like all the others. But it was almost halfway through the school year now, and it seemed to only grow.

The impossibility of it made it all the worse. No matter how happy the sight or thought of her made him feel, the aftertaste of inevitable defeat always left a pit in his stomach.

She was young for a teacher, but she was still worlds apart. Even disregarding their age gap, no self-respecting teacher would ever risk their job for a relationship with a student. His love was doomed from its inception.

He sighed at the tragedy of it all. Too late, however, he realized they were supposed to be reading. Silently reading.

"Is something the matter, Mr. Arc?" He winced at her tone. "Is the text not engaging enough for you?"

"No, ma'am. I mean, yes it is, ma'am. Uh, I mean-"

"Please refrain from disturbing the other students with such outbursts in the future. See me after class. And I've told you before not to call me ma'am."

A few poorly hid snickers rolled across the classroom. Mortified, Jaune covered his face with his hands to cover the rising blush.

"Yes, Ms. Schnee."

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Winter Schnee tapped the back of her pen on her wooden desk rhythmically. She looked up at Jaune, who averted looking directly at her for more than a few seconds at a time. Her gaze softened.

"Jaune, we've talked about this."

He wilted. "I know," he said in a small voice.

"You know you can tell me what's bothering you," she said as she leaned forward to catch his eyes.

Not this, he thought bitterly. "I know," he said instead.

She tossed her pen onto her desk in frustration. "Then why won't you say anything? You're grades have been dropping across almost every subject. You barely pay attention in my class anymore. I'm sure if I asked your other teachers, they'd tell me the same thing. You're smarter than this! I know you are!"

The pit in his stomach grew, and a cold feeling spread upwards from it, numbing him.

"Maybe I'm not as smart as you think I am," he said, the words coming out harsher than he intended.

His tone didn't phase her, however. She sat their, with an understanding look on her face. Jaune's brows furrowed. She understood nothing.

"Is it Cardin? I can talk to him again if you-"

"No!" he shouted. Ms. Schnee raised an eyebrow. In a quieter voice he said, "No, no, it's not Cardin. He still takes jabs at me, but he hasn't tried to physically do anything. I can handle words."

"Then what, Jaune. And don't tell me it's nothing." She seemed intent on prying the information out of him. Her concern warmed his heart, but she was digging dangerously close to a secret that should never see the light of day. If this continued the way it was, she would eventually find out exactly what was distracting him enough to affect his schoolwork.

The only way to appease her was to throw her off his scent. A lie believable enough that she would stop trying to uncover his hidden problem. But Ms. Schnee was no fool. A straight up lie would never work. She would know it for what it was instantly. So he would just have to sprinkle a little truth in there.

"It's not nothing," he said after a few moments to get his story straight. "But it's also nothing you can help with. It's just family stuff." He paused intentionally, as if he was unwilling to continue.

"Go on, Jaune. Anything you say will be held in confidence, I promise." She motioned to the seat next to him, so he placed his backpack on the floor and sat down.

"Ever since my mom passed away when I was a kid, my dad has been kinda distant. He still took care of me and all that, but it always felt like he wasn't living. Just...existing, y'know?"

A strange look passed across Ms. Schnee's face for a split second, but it disappeared so quickly that Jaune couldn't identify it. She nodded.

"Anyway, recently he's been a lot more lively. Talking more. Taking care of himself. Smiling. Which is all great, don't get me wrong! Except…" Jaune paused at his own sincerity. Maybe he wouldn't have to lie after all.

"Except…?"

"He's been going out at nights. When I ask him where, he dodges around the question. I can tell when my dad is trying to hide something. He's really bad at it." Guess that's where I got that from, Jaune thought,

"I'm pretty sure he's seeing someone. I don't want to call him out on it, since he probably has his reasons for not telling me, but at the same time, I don't really know how to feel about it if I'm right."

"Why's that?" Ms. Schnee asked.

Jaune sank into the chair. "It changes everything. For the longest time it's just been me and my dad. I just don't know how I'll feel about someone else coming into that."

He sighed deeply. "And that's why I've been so distracted lately. Sorry for unloading all that onto you, Ms. Schnee." He managed a small smile. "But technically you asked for it."

She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her lips pulled up a bit. "Yes, I supposed I did. And I don't mind at all, Jaune. You can always talk to me about anything. That's what I'm here for."

Ms. Schnee looked up at the clock on the wall and her eyes widened. "I'm sorry to cut this short Jaune, but I have a meeting to get to." She started to pack things into her bag. "My apologies for taking up your after school time, but I'm glad I know what the problem is now. Hopefully we can move forward with a solution and get those grades up."

He grabbed his backpack and left with her. They said their goodbyes after she locked the classroom door, and he listened as the click of her heels got softer as she power-walked down the hallway.

Jaune took a deep breath, the stale air tasting as fresh as a mountaintop breeze. Whether through luck, skill, or some combination of both, he had gotten out of that situation without revealing himself. Of course, Ms. Schnee would want to check up with him later about his home situation, but that was a problem for future-Jaune.

His phone had several unread messages from Ren and Nora, asking where he was. After a quick response saying he was on his way, he walked off in the direction of their meeting place.

Mind wandering as he walked, Jaune thanked whatever force was out there that he had such amazing friends. Without them, he wondered if his life would have been as bad as his years at Signal. Jaune's middle school years had been some of the worst in his life. Cardin and his lackey's hadn't made it easy for him in any way and Jaune had no friends at school since he had moved to another district after elementary.

That had all changed during the summer break after eighth grade.

Then in high school, he had met his best friend, Ren, and it didn't take long to figure out him and Nora were a package deal. A person's life could change so drastically in such a short amount of time, and he was living proof.

It took about five minutes to reach their meeting spot, which was at the entrance. Beacon Academy had a big campus for a high school, and it needed it since its reputation drew a lot of student from across Vale. Unfortunately, that made walking to the entrance from Ms. Schnee's classroom, which was his last period and at the far back of the school, a pain.

As soon as Jaune saw Ren standing under the shade of a tree, he felt more at peace. The long haired boy had always had that effect on people, and Jaune appreciated it now more than ever.

"Yo," Jaune said, holding out his fist.

"Hey," Ren said as he responded to their usual greeting by rapping his knuckles against Jaune's.

"Where's Nora?" Her absence was immediately noticeable, given Jaune hadn't been glomped yet.

"Mom needed help at home, and I won the toss." Ren shrugged. Whenever their adoptive parents needed one of them for something, Ren and Nora used the flip of a coin to decide who would go. "It's just me and you today." He gave a small smile. It had been a while since just the two of them hung out, and it seemed long overdue. That dream was not meant to last, however.

"Whassup, dudes!" Neptune yelled as he threw an arm each over Jaune and Ren's shoulders. Jaune let his head drop with a sigh. He supposed he could hang out with just Ren another time.

"Hey, Nep," Jaune said. "Where's Sun?" The two transfer students were usually never far apart.

A sly grin made its way onto Neptune's face. "He's out working his magic. We'll see him soon enough."

"Uh oh."

Neptune pouted. "C'mon, don't be like that, Jaune. It'll be fun, I promise." The grin returned. "There'll be girls."

Jaune rolled his eyes so hard he thought they might fall out of his head. "That's even worse than I thought. I refuse to go along with another of your insane schemes that's doomed to fail."

"Okay, first of all, that hurts. Second of all, this isn't my idea. Sun is the one setting everything up."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better, how?" Jaune asked.

Neptune lightly punched him on the shoulder. "Look, Sun knows this girl from another school, and they're trying to set up a mixer. But we need a one-to-one ratio, so you two have no choice in the matter." Neptune put his hands togethers, almost as if in prayer. "Please?"

Jaune sighed and looked at Ren. The long-haired boy shrugged, but he didn't seem against it. That was easy for him to make that decision since Ren had always been weirdly good at blending into any social group, even being as quiet as he was.

Jaune was the opposite. Socially awkward, especially with girls, Jaune had never been comfortable in big groups. He prefered a small, but close, circle. Really, it was a miracle that he had made friends with Sun and Neptune when they had transferred over from Haven Academy at the beginning of the semester, though that was mostly due to their persistence.

Jaune thought of Ms. Schnee. Deep down, he knew what he had to do. It was a conclusion he had known for a while now, but didn't want to admit. As much as his instincts rebelled against the idea, he had to move on. What better way to start on that path than a mixer?

"Okay, fine," Jaune said after a pause. "We'll come."

Neptune shouted in joy. "Thanks man! I'll owe you one, I promise."

"Yeah, yeah, you better. Where's this thing gonna be anyway?"

"Sun's gonna text me in a bit for the exact location, but we decided somewhere in downtown would be cool. I borrowed my mom's car today, so I can drive us there." Jaune nodded, and they headed off to the student parking lot.

Though not the most sporty ride, Neptune's old sedan got them from place to place when they needed it. Jaune's dad used the only car they had to go back and forth from his work, and Ren was in a similar situation with his family, so Neptune was usually their sole provider for transportation.

The drive was pleasant, Jaune had to admit. He usually got butterflies in his stomach before hang-outs like this, but Neptune's positive attitude and Ren's quiet assurance had a soothing effect. Though he kept it to himself, Jaune thanked his friends for the simple reason that they were who they were.

Sun eventually sent Neptune the meeting place over text, though no address was needed. Everyone knew where the Vale Fashion Galleria was. Though there were other malls, the Galleria, as most people called it, was the biggest and most popular.

Jaune agreed with Sun's pick. It was a good place for a larger group, since any type of food or store could be found at the Galleria. There was something for everyone, no matter their taste.

It took half an hour to drive through traffic, and another five minutes to find parking near the food court. Sun greeted them at the entrance, and he had an energetic aura about him.

"What's good, guys?" Sun said with a dopey grin. "You ready?"

They nodded, and Jaune felt a little of his friends' excitement wash away his own nervousness. Sun led them to a corner of the food court where four girls sat on one side of a long table.

"Girls," Sun said as he gestured with his arms, "these are my friends." They all introduced themselves one by one. The girls then then took their turn.

"Hey, I'm Arslan."

"Reese here!"

"My name's Octavia."

"Weiss."

Jaune ended up sitting across from Weiss. In a flash, everyone else was making conversation. Even Ren was contributing. Jaune felt lost. It wasn't that he had nothing to say, he just didn't feel like talking over everyone to say it.

He looked at the girl across from him. She was the only other quiet one. While the other three were all smiles, she had a neutral expression on her face. Maybe she was just as nervous as he was?

"So...Weiss? Nice to meet you. How do you know Sun?"

Her cold blue eyes settled onto him. "I don't."

Jaune swallowed hard. So not nervous, she just didn't want to be here.

"O-Oh. What school do you go to?"

"Haven Academy."

"Cool, cool. How do you like it there?" Jaune felt an odd determination to get her to open up.

"The curriculum is suitable enough."

Jaune scratched the back of his head. "I...see."

Before he could say more, Sun got everyone's attention and told them to get food and meet back at the table. Arslan and Reese followed Neptune and Sun as they wandered off to go get burgers. Octavia, with a glint in her eye, grabbed Ren by the arm and dragged him off. By the time Jaune turned back around to ask Weiss what she was going to get, she was gone. With a sigh, he put his hands in his pockets and walked off to figure out what he was in the mood for.

So far the mixer was going about as well as he had expected. He couldn't even blame the fact that he had sat across from the only girl who seemed to be as uninterested in the mixer as he was; any seating order would have left him out of the conversation. You couldn't find your way into a discussion if you didn't want to be there in the first place.

Jaune eventually settled in line at a sandwich place. There was only a few people in front of him, but the man ordering was taking forever. A small bubble of irritation bubbled up inside Jaune. He was annoyed at the line, at the man, at his friends for basically dragging him here, at his stupid feelings that he couldn't let go of, and mostly at himself.

Seeing a familiar head of white hair to his left, he turned to see Weiss standing in front of the sushi shop next to the sandwich place he was at. Her arms were crossed, and though her face seemed calm, her index finger relentlessly tapping on her arm betrayed her frustration.

Jaune watched her for a bit to see what she was doing, but she seemed rooted at the spot. Hunger forgotten, he abandoned the line and walked up to her.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

She jumped slightly, but tried to hide it was a cough. "No, of course not."

"Well, there's no line, and you've been standing like that for a solid minute." Jaune smiled. "Unless you're still trying to decide on what you're getting, and sorry if I'm being presumptuous, but you don't seem the indecisive type, then something's wrong."

Weiss looked to the side, color barely dusting her cheeks. "Well, aren't you sharp-eyed?" She looked back to him, this time with a glare. "If you must know, I...seem to have left my purse in my car."

"So just go get it? You can't have parked that far," Jaune said, confused.

Weiss rolled her eyes. "Wow, why didn't I think of that?" She leaned forward dangerously. "We came in Reese's car. Mine's still at Haven's parking lot."

"Ah," Jaune said, finally understanding as he pulled out his wallet. "Well, I was gonna get a sandwich, but I wouldn't mind some sushi. What do you want?"

Weiss looked at him as if he were crazy. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Paying?" Jaune said with a raised eyebrow.

She narrowed her eyes. "What's your game?"

Now it was Jaune's turn to look at her as if she had grown a second head. "Uh, not letting you go hungry? It's really not a big deal." Jaune felt her scrutinize him.

"Okay," she said finally. Jaune nodded, and they stepped up to the register to order. In a softer voice, "Thank you."

They ordered, and Jaune handed over the cash, silently weeping at how little was left in his wallet. He and his dad were by no means poor, but neither could they frivolously spend. As Jaune's dad liked to tell him, life could throw nasty surprises at you at any time and they always costed a pretty penny.

"I'll pay you back, I promise," she said with an intense look as they waited for their food.

"I'm telling you, it's fine. It was only like, ten bucks." Weiss pouted, and Jaune laughed at her expression, which caused her to pout more.

"You know," he said as they grabbed their trays of food, "you're a lot livelier than you were at the table."

"I'm not really...the best at stuff like this."

Jaune nodded. "I'm the same way, honestly, it's just that Neptune and Sun manage to drag me to these things somehow."

"You don't seem the type to be friends with guys like that."

Jaune chuckled. "As if they let me have a choice. They're a bit loud, but they're great friends. Ren and I are lucky to have them."

Weiss seemed to mull that over while they walked the rest of the distance back to their table. Everyone else was already there.

Sun stood up and motioned with his hand for them to hurry up. "Finally! Took you two long enough," he said, though he had a grin on his face. Jaune groaned internally. Both Sun and Neptune had shit-eating grins that told Jaune he'd have to answer some questions in the car about Weiss.

After Jaune and Weiss sat, the rest of the group continued their conversation as they ate. Though he might have imagined it, he felt as that Weiss was little more lax in her posture and expression than before.

When everyone had finished, Neptune suggested they stroll around and window shop, so they got up to make the circuit around the mall. Jaune kept to the back of the group as they walked. He was content with letting his friends take the lead.

It was a unhurried process, but he noticed Weiss slow down bit by bit until she was only a few steps in front of him. Almost nervously, she maneuvered herself next to him as they walked.

"Thank you," she said, quiet enough that the others couldn't hear.

"I told you it wasn't a big deal."

"Not for that," Weiss said as she shook her head. "For not mentioning...my scar."

Jaune tilted his head slightly. "What's to mention?"

Weiss' eyes widened for a split moment. "Most guys either see it as an imperfection that ruins my face or can't shut up about how much it turns them on. Both bring unwanted attention to it. Both are just as annoying."

Of course, Jaune had noticed the mark since it was hard not to given its location, but there really was nothing to say about it. If she was insecure about it, or a bad memory was attached to it, what good would bringing it up do? Besides, she would've looked great with or without it.

"Honestly? I think it makes you look cool. Like some kind of battle hardened warrior."

Weiss laughed, the sound like a crystal flute. The contrast to how bored she had looked earlier made Jaune smile. If nothing else came of this mixer, he was glad he could bring a little joy to someone.

"You've been watching too many Spruce Willis movies."

Jaune hummed as the group walked into a clothing store. The dark lighting and overused aromas gave the place a 'new' and 'hip' vibe, or so Jaune guessed. It was a relatively big store, and the group split up naturally as people wandered off to check out a shirt or pair of pants that interested them.

Jaune made a show of looking at a few clothes, but he knew he wouldn't get anything. The prices here were way out of his league.

He felt a bump on his shoulder. A grin on Ren was a rare thing, so Jaune was confused when he saw it. Had something good happened that he had missed?

"So, you and Weiss?"

Jaune chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, man, it's not like that. She's cool, though."

Ren sighed in disappointment. "Not old enough?"

With a half-joking glare, he lightly punched Ren on the arm. "Hey! What about you, ladies man? Octavia's practically melting on top of you."

Ren's face fell a bit. "She's a bit...much. Seems like a nice girl, but not my type."

"Oh? Not orange-haired enough?" Ren punched him back, harder than Jaune had. "Woah," Jaune said as he rubbed his shoulder, "that actually hurt, man."

The uncharacteristic anger on Ren's face slipped away, replaced with regret. "I'm sorry. That's just...not something you should bring up."

Jaune understood, and guilt flooded him. That was a very complicated situation, and he shouldn't have brought it up. "You're right. I'm sorry, too."

They smiled at each other, and all was forgiven in that instant. Jaune and Ren had never been angry at one another for more than a few seconds. It was one of the best parts of their friendship.

Octavia's voice rang from a deeper part of the shop, calling Ren's name. With an agonized look, he trudged off to be tortured with sickly sweet flirtations. Jaune quietly laughed to himself.

Moving to a different part of the store, he saw Weiss looking intently at a glittery skirt. "You trying to memorize how it looks?"

Weiss jumped and immediately turned to glare at him. "Y'know, it's generally accepted that sneaking up on people is something you don't do!"

"I didn't sneak, you were just too entranced by the glitter." Jaune took it from her hands and held it up in front of Weiss to get an idea of how it would look on her.

"If you have a coat that matches the color, this would look really nice on you." Weiss blushed and mumbled a quick 'thank you' as she took the skirt back. "Of course, only someone who doesn't forget their wallet in their car could buy this."

Weiss stuck her tongue out at him. "Meanie." Jaune chuckled at her childish antics and wondered if this was actually the same girl as before.

It's incredible what a bit of comfort can change in how a person acts, he thought.

They moved from store to store, never taking more than ten minutes at each. No one really bought anything, but Jaune supposed that wasn't the main point anyway.

The rest of the hangout went by quicker than he expected. Before he could even process what was happening, the two groups were saying goodbye and parting ways. As his friends walked away, he glanced at Weiss, who smiled when their eyes met and gave a small wave. With a twinge of a feeling he couldn't quite place, he waved back and caught up to the others.

Temporary joys always came to an end at some point. Jaune tried to tell himself it was no big deal. He wasn't sure he succeeded.

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"Dad! I'm home!" Jaune yelled as he close the front door. His backpack flew, landing nearby on the carpet. Taking a quick turn into the kitchen, he opened the fridge for an ice cold drink of water. The drive back from the mall had been long thanks to rush hour traffic, and even with the air conditioner on, Neptune's car had been sweltering. It hadn't helped that Sun and Neptune pestered him with questions about what he and Weiss had done. Which had been nothing, of course, but even his adamant refusals weren't enough for them.

His dad was sitting on the couch in the living room, complete attention on the phone in his hand. He had a faint smile on his lips. Jaune almost stumbled mid-stride. Nicholas Arc never faintly smiled. He chuckled or guffawed or grinned. Usually, he didn't even do those. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

"Uh, Dad?" Jaune said hesitantly.

Nicholas finally noticed his son with a jolt of surprise. "Oh, Jaune! I didn't even notice you come in." If Jaune didn't know better, he'd say there was a bit of nervousness in his dad's voice. He didn't miss how Nicholas covered his phone's screen from view.

"How was school?"

"Same as usual," Jaune lied. Bringing up his sinking grades would do nothing for Nicholas' strangely chipper mood. The facade was nothing new, anyway. He never talked about anything negative in front of his dad if he could help it. Less likely to trigger a depressive episode that way.

"Good, good. You hungry?" Nicholas slipped the phone into his pocket. Jaune pretended not to be extremely suspicious.

"I'm good for now. Ate with the guys at the Galleria. Gonna go lay down for a while," he said as he trudged off towards his room. His dad grunted in acknowledgement.

Jaune shut his door and fell onto his bed without turning on the lights. Today had felt like it lasted forever. His eyes drifted, but he struggled to keep them open. If he slept now, he'd wake up in the middle of the night, ruining his sleep schedule.

He eventually compromised, shutting his eyes but staying awake. It was impossible to quiet his mind; the events at school and the mall replayed over and over in his head. A deep sigh escaped him.

Jaune didn't know how long he lay like that, but eventually he heard a knock. With a grunt to grant admission, he heard the the door open.

"Jaune," Nicholas said as light poured into the darkened room, "can we talk for a bit?"

Sensing the seriousness of his tone, Jaune sat up on his bed. "Yea, Dad, of course."

After turning on the light, Nicholas sat in the chair at Jaune's desk and swiveled to face him. "Listen, I know this is kind of sudden, but I haven't been able to find the right time to tell you." Worry wormed into Jaune's stomach.

Nicholas took a deep breath. "I'm thinking of getting married again."

Jaune's heart skipped a beat out of pure relief. For a brief moment, his imagination had run wild with a hundred nightmare scenarios.

"Oh, that's it? I kinda figured you've been seeing someone for a while," Jaune said with a shrug.

Nicholas seemed taken aback. "You...have?"

"You weren't exactly subtle about it Your mood was better and you were going out at nights with almost no explanation." The corner of his mouth pulled up a bit. "Either you were going to the strip club or you were going out with someone. It was probably the latter."

"Then you're...alright with it?"

"I mean, it's been almost ten years since Mom died. I'd be dumb to think you might not remarry eventually." Jaune kicked his foot out and tapped his dad's leg with it. "And you seem a lot happier. Go for it."

Nicholas sat there, mouth agape. Then, to Jaune's surprise, he rubbed unshed tears from his eyes. "Thanks, Jaune," he said with a shaky voice. "Thank you so much." Trying not to cry himself, Jaune stood up and gave his dad a hug.

After a moment, they separated. Nicholas scratched at his beard, looking nervous again. "There's one other thing. She's coming over later tonight for dinner." A cough. "Also, she has two kids who are coming with her." Without letting Jaune process that bombshell, Nicholas sped out of the room, closing the door with a thud. Jaw wide open, Jaune stood there for a good minute.

"Excuse me?"

Now in panic mode, Jaune stormed through his closet to find nice clothes to wear. Throwing some possible combinations onto his bed, he jumped into the bathroom connected to his room. He definitely needed a shower after sweating up a typhoon in Neptune's car.

The cold water running down his back helped calm him down a bit, though his heart still beat abnormally fast. Meeting a new stepmom and stepsiblings? That was a lot to take in, especially on short notice. His pulsed raced faster, so he took deep breaths to slow it again.

He couldn't hide in the shower forever, as much as he'd like to. Hardening his nerves, he dried up and got dressed. He kept it simple and casual with jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.

His nerves kept him from doing anything but sitting at his desk and waiting. Each second felt like a minute. Each minute, an hour. Finally, when it seemed an eternity had passed, his dad opened the door again. Jaune was so inwardly focused that he jumped when the noise interrupted his thoughts.

"They're gonna be here in a minute," Nicholas said, his excitement practically bubbling over. "Let's greet them at the door."

Jaune gulped as he followed his dad to the entrance. He shuffled from foot to foot. This was all too sudden. He should ask his dad if they could do this another day. Or maybe he could just run out the back and come back when-

A knock on the door. Jaune's heart rate tripled. Nicholas opened the door, and there stood a woman. She had white hair, light blue eyes, and an overall older, refined look. It was oddly familiar.

"Hello, Nicholas!" she said warmly. "I'm so glad you could have us over. Girls, don't be shy, come introduce yourselves."

Jaune took a step forward to say his greeting but froze before he could speak. Standing behind his soon-to-be new stepmom were two girls, both spitting images of their mother.

Weiss.

And Winter.

"Jaune?!" they both said in unison. They looked at each other, confused.

"How do you know him?" Weiss asked.

"He's one of my students at Beacon," Winter replied matter-of-factly. Weiss' eyes widened in surprise. "I think the better question is how you know him."

"I met him today at a mixer Reese set up." Winter's eyes narrowed. Jaune knew that look well; it had been directed at him a bit too often for his liking.

"Oh, how wonderful! It's almost like fate, isn't it, Nicholas?" His dad nodded. "My name is Willow Schnee. It's so good to finally meet you, Jaune." She raised her hand, which Jaune dazedly shook. "Nicholas, these are my daughters, Weiss, my youngest, and Winter, my oldest."

"Your mother gushes about you two so often, I feel like I practically know you already."

Willow blushed and swatted at him playfully. "Nick! You're embarrassing me."

Jaune felt a bit lightheaded as everyone walked inside the house. They sat around the dining room table, with Nicholas and Jaune at the ends. Weiss and Winter were on either side of Jaune. The food had already been set up.

Finally clearing his head enough, Jaune spoke before anyone else could. "So, h-how did you two meet?"

"I'm interested in that story, as well," Winter said. Her voice sent a shiver down Jaune's spine. She was here. At his house!

His dad went into a story about some work related event that they first met at. Jaune barely paid any attention. Though he tried not to, his eyes kept wandering to Winter. She looked regal and calm. Wasn't this weird for her?

Nicholas ended the story, and him and Willow laughed. Jaune broke out of his stupor.

"Interesting," Winter said. "You told me his first name, mother, but never his surname, so I never made the connection to Jaune, here. What an incredible coincidence."

Jaune gulped. Did no one else see how strange this whole situation was? Apparently not, since the conversation continued without a hitch.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Jaune said in a quiet voice. No one seemed to notice as he got up and left, but that suited him just fine. He turned into a hallway and slipped inside the guest bathroom, since it was closer than the one in his room.

For a brief moment, Jaune just stared at the reflection in his mirror. He took a breath to steady himself. Emptying his mind as much as he could, he stared into his own eyes. A minute passed, and reality felt a bit more under his control.

After splashing his face with water and drying it, he started back to the living room. As soon as he walked out, he saw Weiss leaned against the wall across from the door. She gave him a curious look.

"Are you okay?"

Jaune scratched his jaw. "Yeah. It was all just a bit much to take in at once, but I'm good now."

She briefly gave him a concerned look, but shrugged and walked away. Jaune followed her back to the dining room table. Nobody made a comment as he sat down, so he assumed only Weiss had paid enough attention to notice anything.

Winter turned to him as his dad started another story. "Jaune."

"Yes, Ms. Schnee?" he said nervously.

She chuckled. "If we're to be stepsiblings soon, then you can't be calling me that. Winter is fine."

"Okay," Jaune said, "...Winter."

"Much better," she said, and her expression warmed up a bit. "You don't have to be so nervous."

I kinda do, he thought, but he chuckled anyway. "I guess. It'll take some getting used to, to be honest."

Winter nodded with a quick, birdlike motion. "Of course. Moving to a completely different home with three new people can be quite a change."

Jaune's mind blanked. "Uh...what?" A small part of his brain screamed that he was stupid for not realizing it sooner.

"Didn't your father tell you we were all moving within the week?" A single eyebrow rose.

"No," he said, sending a glare to his dad which went unnoticed, "he forgot to mention that." Though it would explain some of the snippets he had heard of Nicholas' phone conversations. Looking back, he should've pieced together that his dad was trying to sell the house.

"I see. Well, I hope you're not too put out by it." Winter's genuine concern surprised him.

"No, no, I really don't mind," Jaune said. "I just wish he had told me about all this beforehand."

Winter hummed in agreement. "I'm sure he has his reasons." She turned her attention back to the rest of the table, leaving him to his thoughts.

The rest of the dinner passed by in a blur. Too preoccupied with the events taking place before him, Jaune barely ate anything. After some more conversation, mostly between his dad and Willow, the Schnees got up to leave.

"It was so great to finally meet you, Jaune," Willow said. Winter nodded behind her, and Weiss gave a little wave. They walked to their car, which was parked in the driveway, and Jaune and Nicholas watched them drive off. As soon as they were out of sight, Jaune turned and punched his dad in the shoulder.

"Ow!" Nicholas yelped. "What was that for?"

"You could've told me about his a bit earlier, y'know! And I had to find out from Ms. Sch- from Winter that we're all moving into a new house!"

His dad rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "You're right, son. I'm sorry. It's just…" The older man sighed. "I was just nervous that you'd be opposed to it all."

Jaune's temper cooled. How could he stay mad at his dad after that? "I'm not. Opposed to it, I mean." Nicholas' face brightened up immediately. "You two look like you make each other really happy. And that makes me happy."

"Besides, this house always felt a bit...off, after mom died, so I'm glad we're moving out. I just wish you'd told me all of this at least a few days before." They hugged, and all was forgiven. Mostly.

"I'll go clean up the dishes. You go relax. And thank you, Jaune. You don't know how much you're approval means to me."

0o0o0o0o0

"Wow."

"Yeah, that's pretty much the reaction I expected."

Jaune and Ren sat facing each other in the empty classroom. Their first class had yet to begin, and no one else had come in yet.

"It happened two days ago, but it still feels so surreal to me."

Ren doodled on an random page in one of his notebooks. "So now what?"

Jaune looked at him, confused. "Now nothing. I continue to live my life like I had been. It'll just be...weirder." Jaune knew what he was referring to, but he didn't want to talk about it. Ren sensed this and tactfully refrained from bringing it up in explicit terms.

Winter had already been out of reach, but this added barrier had sealed the deal. It wasn't happening.

"Don't tell Nora about any of this, by the way. You know how she can be."

Ren nodded as though it were obvious. His adopted sister was horrible at keeping secrets. It was best for everyone if she remained out of the loop on this one. Ren was probably the only person Jaune could trust with the full story.

"We've already moved a bunch of out stuff into the new house. We're gonna get the beds in tonight so we can officially move in. It's a pretty nice place, and it's a good opportunity to get rid of a lot of shit we've been keeping around for no reason. Plus it's walking distance from school, which is nice. You should come over sometime when it's all settled."

"Sounds good," Ren replied. The morning bell sounded for classes to start, and students started to file in, so they moved to their assigned seats. Ren's was in the front, while Jaune's was all the way in the back right corner. It took a minute before everyone settled in. Their homeroom teacher, Ms. Peach, strode in and took her place behind her desk.

"Good morning class," she said, "I know it's a bit unusual, but we'll be getting a new student today. She's transferring over from Haven. Let's all make her feel welcome, hmm? Come on in, dearie." All eyes in the class turned toward the door, and the transfer student walked in.

Jaune choked mid-breath. Weiss?! he thought, only barely managing to hold himself back from shouting it out.

She stood there facing the class, head held high, and introduced herself. "My name is Weiss Schnee," she said in a flat tone. "It's a pleasure to be here." The class responded with a multitude of greetings at once, and a torrent of whispers followed.

"Quiet down, quiet down. Let's find a seat for you, dearie," Ms. Peach said with a brimming smile. She hummed as she scanned her seating chart. "Why don't you sit back there next to Mr. Arc!" Jaune noticed Weiss' eyes widen for a moment. "You can ask him any questions about where things are if you need to."

Her surprise passed, and Weiss nodded. As she passed by the rows of students, a bunch of eyes followed her. Jaune understood why. Transfer students were rare, and usually garnered a lot of interest from the general student body. Add it the fact that she was a gorgeous girl, with a bit of a mysterious air about her, and of course people would stare.

She sat, and Jaune floundered on what to do. Should he greet her like normal? Did she want people to know they were soon-to-be stepsiblings? The first few days for a transfer student were important for figuring out where they stood in the social hierarchy. Closely associating with someone like him, who was closer to the bottom, could shatter Weiss' image.

She seemed to have decided for him by sitting down and pulling out a book to read. Oh. Guess they were going with the 'never met' route. He turned to his own desk and opened up a notebook to study for math class.

Though he understood why she had done it, Jaune had to admit that it stung a bit to be ignored. It was an all too familiar feeling. There had been many a time where Jaune had jumped the gun on presuming friendship, only to be let down when he realized it had just been politeness on the other person's end.

Mood soured, Jaune threw himself into his studies, pointedly not looking in Weiss' direction. It was a bit childish, and he knew he would get over it soon, but that didn't stop him from being petty in the moment.

Homeroom passed by in a blur, and Jaune left the room quickly, mumbling a hasty farewell to Ren, who he shared no classes with until later in the day. His best friend shot him a concerned look, but left him to it. Ren was observant enough to have guessed what was wrong.

He was about to turn the corner at the end of the hallway when he heard rapid footsteps approach him from behind. He turned to see Weiss trying her best to catch up with him without running.

"Jaune," she said in greeting.

"Hi, Weiss." Apparently now that there was no one to judge, she had deemed it okay to speak with him.

"I don't know where my next class is. Ms. Peach led me from the front office to homeroom, and I didn't get a chance to look at any maps. You left so quickly I didn't get a chance to ask you in class." She shuffled in place a bit.

"You could've just asked during," Jaune said. "I doubt it people would have cared if you were just asking me for directions."

"Oh," Weiss said, surprise evident on her face. "I didn't know. At Haven, we weren't allowed to speak at all during homeroom."

Jaune berated himself silently as it clicked into place. That was why she hadn't greeted him. There were rumors on Haven's strict policies, and Sun and Neptune had given him first hand accounts about their old school. He shouldn't have assumed the worst. Luckily, he had kept it vague, and she hadn't caught on to his mistake.

"Let me see your schedule," he said with an outstretched hand. She gave him a small piece of paper with room numbers, subjects, and times. "We actually have a few classes together. Including first period. Just follow me." Jaune hesitated. "If that's...cool?"

His doubt was washed away by the palpable relief in Weiss' face. "Yes. Yes it would be."

He led her to the next building over for their first class, which was English. They stayed quiet, but it wasn't awkward, and the walk was short anyway. Once again, Weiss had to introduce herself to the class once it started. She was placed further away from Jaune this time.

Like homeroom, the class was over before he knew it. Unfortunately for Weiss, they didn't share the next class together. He gave her the directions and had her repeat it back so he was sure she knew it.

"You'll be fine," he said when he noticed her hesitate to leave his side.

She huffed and crossed her arms. "Of course I will! What made you think otherwise?" A barely noticeable blush dusted her cheeks.

Jaune chuckled. "I guess I'm just following that 'older brother' instinct."

Weiss rolled her eyes. "I think you mean younger."

They stared at one another for a long moment, then spoke at the same time.

"January 20th."

"March 6th."

Jaune grinned victoriously as Weiss pouted. "Older brother it is!"

"Hmph! Whatever. I'm going to be late," she said as she stalked off. Jaune chuckled and headed to his next class.

0o0o0o0o0

Fourth period was about to end when Jaune realized his mistake.

During their first break, he had gone to the usual spot near the back of the school to hang out with Ren, Nora, Sun, and Neptune. It had been fun, as it usually was. Except for one thing, that he had only now realized.

He had totally forgotten about Weiss.

Guilt flooded him as he thought about how she must have spent the recess clock ticked towards dismissal. He would make it up to her at lunch. He had to.

The bell rang, and Jaune was out the door before it ended. He vaguely remembered Weiss' schedule, but his memory of it could have been off. Regardless, he rushed off to where he thought she'd be. It was a bit difficult with the hustle and bustle of the student body, but since he wasn't the type to barrel through people, Jaune had long ago learned how to deftly navigate through crowds.

He stopped in front of what he thought was her class, but it was already empty. He mumbled a curse under his breath. Even assuming this wasn't the right room, none of the other classes in the hallway had anyone walking out of them, so they were probably empty, too.

Just as he was about to give up, he saw a flash of white hair turn the far end of the corner. Pushing through every crack and crevice the mob formed, he rushed to catch up to Weiss.

Every time he thought he was making progress, people got in his way to block his path. Jaune usually didn't mind tight spaces, but even this was making him a bit claustrophobic. With a couple hard pushes and shoves, earning him some glares, he managed to worm his way through and catch up a bit to Weiss.

She turned another corner, and Jaune let out an exasperated sigh. Increasing his pace to a jog, he rounded the same corner and ran straight into Weiss.

She stumbled a bit and looked up from her phone. "Hey, watch where you're- oh, it's you."

"Sorry! I was just trying to catch up to you."

Weiss shrugged. "It's fine. Did you need me for something?"

"Yeah," Jaune said, "I wanted to apologize." Weiss' head tilted in confusion. "I totally forgot that I should've shown you where I usually hang out."

"Jaune," she said after a quick laugh, "it's not a big deal. Really."

Jaune frowned. "I...I guess. But I'm supposed to be looking after you."

"Oh." Weiss looked taken aback. "You shouldn't worry yourself so much. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." Jaune opened his mouth to argue but Weiss stopped him by holding up her hand. Her stern look told him she would hear no more of it, so he acquiesced with a nod.

"At least give me your number so I can call or text you for situations like this." Jaune couldn't fathom why they hadn't done it before.

"S-Sure," Weiss said. She rattled off her number and Jaune saved it on his phone.

"By the way, I need to ask you a favor. Can I talk to you somewhere more...private?"

Jaune's heart skipped a beat, but he remembered who he was talking to. She's way out of your league, idiot! And more importantly, she's gonna be your stepsister soon!

"Yeah, of course." He followed her into a nearby empty classroom. They sat away from the door so their conversation couldn't be heard by the passer-bys in the hall. "What's up?"

"I...have a favor to ask." Weiss looked to the side. "Can you keep our home situation a secret?"

The request threw Jaune off. He hadn't been expecting that. Actually he didn't know what he had been expecting. "Uh, sure. Why, though?"

Weiss' face scrunched up in displeasure. Jaune thought it was at him first, but quickly realized it was directed at something, or someone, else. "Judging from how you've never brought it up, I'm sure you don't recognize my last name."

Again, Jaune was thrown off from the curve of the conversation once again. "No? I mean I had Ms. Sch- I mean, Winter as my teacher, but that was it."

"I figured," Weiss said with a sigh. "My family is...wealthy. Really wealthy, Jaune. We're old money. Oil and blood made us rich, but we soon expanded into many lucrative business opportunities and became a force to be reckoned with. While I wouldn't say we're a household name, anyone who knows anything about business will likely have heard of us, at least in passing."

"Brag more about it, why don't you," Jaune said with a chuckle, but it died out when he saw her expression. "Are you okay, Weiss?"

"Yeah, I just don't like talking about this. Anyway, I tell you this not to boast, but so you understand where I come from. My father married into my family, weaseled his way into my grandfather's good graces, and inherited the company. He rules with an iron fist and a cutthroat attitude, willing to step over anyone to further his own goals. Needless to say, now that my parents are divorced, my father doesn't want his estranged family members in the spotlight."

Jaune hummed in understanding. "I think I understand. You don't want it common knowledge that your mom remarried, or the tabloids would have a field day."

"Precisely. It's not that we're ashamed of you or Nicholas, it's just that Father would be...very upset if this marriage was made public. He could makeall of our lives hell, Jaune. More that it already is." The last part was mumbled, but Jaune managed to catch it. Who was this vicious man? Jaune already hated him.

"No worries, Weiss. I totally get it." Jaune winced. "I...might have already told Ren. You met him at the mixer, remember?" Weiss nodded. "But I promise he won't tell anyone. He's my best friend, and I trust him with my life."

"Very well," Weiss said. "I trust your judgement." Jaune smiled at the small praise. "Now that that is taken care of, I'd be delighted to meet your friends."

0o0o0o0o0

The final bell. The sweetest sound any high school student could hear. Jaune started to pack his stuff as his classmates headed out. He was sure to be slow so he could be the last out without being too suspicious. As the final student left the room, he walked up to the front.

"Ms. Schnee?"

"You can call me Winter if it's just us," she said without looking up from her paperwork. Jaune hated how her phrasing made his heart pound. To distract himself, he looked down to what she was doing. Her handwriting was incredibly fast and neat. Exactly what he thought it'd be.

"Winter." He still hadn't gotten used to calling her by her first name. It felt...exhilarating.

She stopped her writing and looked up with a small smile. "Yes, Jaune?"

His heart went back to pounding. "I...don't really know. I thought it'd be weird if I just left without saying anything." And he craved any excuse to talk to her.

"Not at all. I don't expect you to act differently around me now. Just be yourself, like you always have. It's what I like about you." If his pulse was fast before, he was in danger of a heart attack now. A furious blush rose to Jaune's face, but luck was on his side, and Winter had already gone back to her paperwork.

"U-Uh, yeah, sounds good. See you later, then." Winter bade him farewell and Jaune walked out of the classroom on unsteady legs. He felt higher than a kite, and nothing could bring him down.

Weiss stood off to the side near the front of the school, and Jaune waved her down. They had already decided after fifth period where to meet so they could walk home together.

"What's got you so happy?"

Jaune grinned. "Oh, nothing."

Weiss rolled her eyes as they turned to head out. They were a block away when Jaune noticed something was wrong.

"Shit!" he said as he facepalmed. "I forgot my backpack in Winter's class."

"You dunce," Weiss said, though there was no malice in it. "Here, let me call her and tell her to bring it to the house with her." She dialed the number, but it went through several rings before going to voicemail. Before she could leave one, Jaune motioned for her to end it.

"It's fine," Jaune said when she did. "I'll just go run back real quick and grab it. Wait here for me." Before she could respond, he turned and dashed back towards the school. He garnered a few stares as he ran up to the front doors, but he paid them no mind.

The school was already mostly empty, so the way back to the classroom was short. He stopped to take a short breath so he didn't look like a fool. Once he was good to go, he opened the door.

"Sorry, Winter, I just forgot my-" He froze as he saw Winter turn around from where she faced the wall.

She was crying.

Jaune's mind blanked. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eon. Before he could say anything, she wiped the tears from her face, though her eyes were will puffy.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine," she said in a clipped tone. She took a breath. "It's fine. Just get what you need and leave."

Jaune lowered his gaze and trudged to his desk, where his backpack lay next to his seat. Grabbing it, he turned to leave, but paused at the door.

He turned and locked eyes with Winter. "You can tell me what's wrong. You've always listened when I vented, so it's only fair that-"

"Jaune. Leave." She fixed him with her infamous cold glare that had earned her the nickname 'Ice Queen' among the students. He came crashing down from the high that he had been on. Though he longed to comfort Winter in her time of need, he knew staying would only make things worse.

Hanging his head dejectedly, he walked out of the class. The sound of the door closing behind him rung through the empty hallway.

Jaune wondered if he could've handled the situation better, though he suspected the end result would have been the same no matter what he had done.

In no mood to run, he walked all the way back to where Weiss had been waiting. "Finally," she said in exasperation. "What took you so long?" He didn't answer and kept walking towards home. She caught up to him and gave him a concerned look. "Hey, I was just kidding, it's not a big deal."

"It's not that. I'm fine." She kept silent after that, but through his peripheral vision, he saw her keep her eyes on him.

They reached home without another word exchanged. Nicholas and Willow were still out, so the house was empty, save for them. Jaune went to his room and closed the door. His bed wasn't set up yet, so he slumped on the chair at his desk.

The look on Winter's face was stuck in his head. Jaune had always pictured her as a woman of incredible strength, but at that moment she had looked so vulnerable. And there was nothing Jaune could do about it.

He heard a knock on his door. There was only one person it could be. "Come in, Weiss."

She opened it and stood on the doorway. There was a moment of silence. "Are you sure you're okay? I know we still don't know each other that well, but...we've been doing pretty good so far, and I'd like to think we can trust one another. You can tell me if something is wrong."

Though his heart swelled, Jaune's first instinct was to dismiss her. He stopped when he remembered what it had felt like when Winter had done the same to him.

Jaune sighed deeply. "You can't tell Winter I told you this." Weiss' eyebrows furrowed for a second, but she nodded. "When I went back to grab my backpack, Winter was alone in her classroom. And she was crying." Weiss looked taken aback.

"I tried to ask what happened, but she just told me to leave." Jaune fidgeted with his hands. "Not that I care about that. I just wished I could've helped her with whatever was wrong."

Weiss seemed to agonize over something, and there was a pregnant pause. "I...might know what this is about."

Jaune's head snapped up. "You do? Is she alright? You don't have to tell me any specifics, I just want to know if she's good."

Weiss played with her hair nervously. "No, I want you to know. It's something I need your help on."

Jaune shot her a questioning look. "Last year, Winter started to act a bit weird. I was worried, naturally, but whenever I asked her what was wrong, she would dismiss it as nothing. One time, I...overheard her talking on the phone. With a guy."

A spike of panic shoved into Jaune's chest. "I didn't catch his end of the call, but I did catch enough of her side to piece together what was going on. When I confronted her about it, she told me it was none of my business."

Weiss' fist clenched, and she looked to be in pain. "Winter had never spoken to me like she had that night." She took a calming breath. "With nothing else I could think of doing, I hoped the situation would resolve in time. For a while, she was acting normal, so I thought it did."

She stopped, so Jaune prompted her. "But?"

"But...what you just told me means it hasn't gotten better."

"Couldn't it be unrelated?"

Weiss hummed in thought. "There's a chance, but I very much doubt it. Winter doesn't cry easily, and I know of no other reason for her to be in such a state."

Jaune hit the top of his desk with a fist, not hard, but not lightly either. The silence lingered as he thought of how to tackle the situation. He assumed Weiss was doing the same.

"I hate to admit it, but there's not much we can do. If she…" Jaune swallowed hard. "If she's with this guy, then that's her choice as an adult." The spike wedged itself deeper into his torso.

"If that were the whole story, I'd agree with you." She paused. "The problem is…"

Weiss grimaced. "The guy she's dating is married."

Jaune's jaw dropped. Winter? Winter was having an affair? Winter, who strictly enforced the school rules and made sure her students followed instructions to the letter? That Winter?

Jaune almost didn't believe it. He almost called it a lie out loud, but stopped when he thought about it. He trusted Weiss, even with something that sounded as outlandish as this.

"W-What do we do?" The shock from the revelation still stunned him.

"I don't know. But it's hurting her. A lot." Weiss wiped her eyes and sniffed. "Will you help me? Help her?"

Determination filled him. Jaune didn't even have to think about it. "Of course."

0o0o0o0o0

Welp, there it is! This was a very long chapter, mostly because I felt it was a stronger hook like this. If I've done my job right, the reader (you), will be very invested in what happens next. Hopefully. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be, as I've learned long ago that my muse cares nothing for the deadlines I set for myself. BUT this story idea is pretty stuck in my head right now so it probably won't be too long. Probably. Maybe. We'll see.

Quick note, I rated this T, but I may move it up to M depending on where it goes.

I'd very much appreciate a review, whether good or bad, and constructive criticism is always encouraged. I'd love to hear what you think!

Thank you, once again.