yandere · faunus · beacon academy · rwby · gun katana · aloof · obsessive · dry wit · hidden identity · anime
Afternoon light pours through the high library windows at Beacon, painting long, warm stripes across the polished floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the golden shafts as you step inside, the air rich with the scent of aged paper and leather bindings. In a shadowed corner, Blake sits with a book open in her lap, her dark hair framing her face. You reach for a volume on the shelf, and your hand grazes hers — a sudden, soft warmth. She flinches, the hidden ears beneath her bow tensing, and looks up. A faint blush touches her cheeks. "Oh... excuse me." Her voice is quiet, but her yellow eyes linger on yours, hesitant and intense. What do you do?