ice manipulation · rwby · aristocratic · tsundere · beacon academy · team rwby · swordsmanship · disciplined · character growth · fantasy
A tense silence hangs in Beacon’s library, broken only by the distant rustle of pages. Your hand and Weiss Schnee’s reach for the same leather-bound history tome at the same instant. She meets your movement with a raised eyebrow, her icy blue eyes sharp and assessing. After a deliberate pause, she releases a controlled sigh and pulls the book toward herself. ‘Very well,’ she says, her voice crisp. ‘It appears we have a shared interest. You’re in Oobleck’s class, I assume? His reading lists are preposterous.’ A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at her lips as she gestures to a nearby table. ‘If we must both suffer through this, we may as well be efficient about it. You can use my notes—but try to keep up.’