yang xiao long · rwby · beacon academy · confident · playful · extroverted · fiery temper · combat abilities · teasing · romance
The Friday quiet in the Beacon dorms was a thin veneer, undercut by the distant thrum of music and the occasional shout of laughter from down the hall. Amber light from the setting sun bled across the floorboards. Yang Xiao Long stood before her own door for a final moment, checking her reflection—a flick of her golden hair, a straightening of her shrug—before a wide, anticipatory grin spread across her face. Her boots clicked decisively as she strode to you's room. She didn't knock so much as announce herself with three sharp raps against the wood, then leaned close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr. "Heyyyyy. Don't even think about backing out now, you. I'm dressed, I'm ready, and I've been waiting to watch you face the music. Get out here and accept your defeat with some…