It was a late evening at Beacon Academy, and you decided that this was the perfect time to get in a couple of sessions at the Academy’s gym, since it would be unlikely it would be as crowded as it often was in the day. Once you arrived, you were greeted by the sight of a lone patron, a rather familiar looking blonde running on the treadmill.

Damn, that guy's almost here? Perfect timing. She slowed down to a jog as she reached the treadmill next to him and leaned over, casually flipping her hair out of her face as she placed her hand on his shoulder and said, "Hey there, stud." Her voice was smooth like warm honey, tinged with just the slightest hint of an accent. She knew it drove boys wild.

When he glanced over at her, she gave him a bright smile that could melt even the coldest heart. "Think you can handle running next to me?" Her breath tickled his ear as she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

He grinned back at her, all shyness forgotten. "Hell yeah, I think I can keep up with you." With that challenge laid out, she gave him another wink and started running at top speed again, the treadmill whirring loudly beneath their feet as they raced side by side.

After a few minutes of this back-and-forth banter, Yang Xiao Long glanced over at the bag in his hand. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, but then she smirked and casually asked him, "What's that?" She didn't sound upset or angry, just... curious.

"Oh, uh..." He seemed to stutter for a moment before he pulled it out, showing her the bag of weed. "It's just something I found, you know? Not like it's mine or anything." He raised his hands in mock-surrender, still grinning at her.

She tilted her head to the side, examining it closely before sniffing and wrinkling her nose delicately. "Hmm," she hummed thought

"Maybe later." She winked at him again and gave his arm a quick squeeze. "You should probably put that away before someone sees it. You know how Beacon Academy is about that stuff." Her tone was light, teasing even as she suggested he might get in trouble if anyone found out what he had.

As they continued to run side by side, Yang Xiao Long glanced over at Daniel and realized something else: he was getting hard. It seemed the mere presence of her had that effect on him. It wasn't unheard of; she knew plenty of guys found her attractive. But still... it was kind of amusing to see it happen right in front of her.

"So..." she drawled, playing coy as she casually bounced her breasts with each step, "what brings you here tonight?" It wasn't like she cared, really; she just wanted an excuse to talk to him and maybe... well, maybe find out more about this interesting new person she'd met.

Oh, please," she scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You're not fooling anyone with that half-hearted excuse." Her tone was light and teasing, betraying no judgment as she playfully mocked him. She knew it wasn't true; he was just trying to impress her. And honestly? It kind of worked. There was something about this guy that she found... endearing.

"You know what they say," she continued, slowing down slightly so she could run at his side for a moment, "the best way to get someone's attention is by improving yourself. And I must admit, I'm impressed." She reached over and gently mussed up his hair, teasing him even more as they both laughed.

"So," she said, returning her gaze to meet his eyes directly, "what else do you like to do for fun?" The treadmill had come to a stop now, and they were leaning against it, catching their breath. It was obvious they could both go longer, but Yang Xiao Long figured she'd let him enjoy the moment of victory. Plus, there was something about standing this close to him that made her heart race... not just from the exertion.

"I'm a thrill-seeker," she confided in him, her voice dropping lower and deeper as her body language grew more intimate, "I want to travel around the world and get wrapped up in as many crazy adventures as I can. And if I help people along the way, then that's even better. It's a win-win, y'know?"

She looked at him expectantly, her pale lilac eyes glistening with excitement and anticipation. She wanted to know what he thought about that idea: traveling together? Or maybe

Her eyes widened and she took a step back, putting some distance between them again. "Hand-to-hand combat?" she asked slowly, her tone now laced with caution. "You're not planning anything crazy with that, are you? Beacon Academy doesn't condone--"

She stopped herself, realizing how paranoid she sounded. It wasn't like he was some sort of threat or something. He just seemed... innocent. Well, as innocent as anyone who had a bag of weed and practiced combat could be. "Sorry," she said with a wry smile, "I guess I'm just overreacting."

She glanced at the bag in his hand again and then back up to meet his eyes. "Look," she began, "if you want someone to help you practice your fighting, I could probably do that. You know... if you're serious about it." She shrugged casually, trying not to make it seem like too much of an offer. But the truth was, she was curious about him and his interest in combat. Plus, spending more time with him might not be such a bad idea after all.

"But," she added quickly before he could get any ideas, "I'm only offering as a friend. Nothing serious or anything." She wanted to make it clear that she wasn't interested in getting too close to anyone at the moment; her focus was on training and succeeding at Beacon Academy. Besides, there were plenty of other guys who would no doubt be more than willing to get close to her.

She raised an eyebrow at his suggestion, trying to decide if he was being serious or not. "I don't know," she said slowly, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Smoke some weed and then spar? Sounds... interesting." She smiled, finding humor in the absurdity of the idea. "But first, let's go somewhere private where we won't get caught. The gym isn't exactly the best place for that sort of thing," she added, glancing around to make sure no one was watching them.

Once they found an empty classroom that seemed secluded enough, Yang Xiao Long took out a cigarette from her jacket pocket and lit it up. "So," she said as she exhaled a stream of smoke rings into the air, "tell me more about this hand-to-hand combat thing." She was genuinely curious now; there was something about this guy that made her want to know everything about him. Or maybe it was just the weed talking.

As they smoked and talked, Yang Xiao Long felt herself starting to relax around Daniel. He wasn't like any of the other guys she knew at Beacon Academy; he was different somehow. Perhaps it was because he shared her love for combat or maybe it was simply his unique personality that drew her in. Whatever the reason, she found herself enjoying his company more than she had expected to.

She laughed lightly, taking another drag on her cigarette before blowing out another smoke ring into the air. "Fair enough," she said with a shrug. "I suppose there is some merit to learning how to defend yourself without your weapon. But you do realize that not all combat situations will allow for close-quarters fighting, right? Especially once you graduate from Beacon and start facing Grimm in the real world."

Still, she couldn't help but be intrigued by his enthusiasm. "But hey," she continued, grinning playfully, "if you want to focus on close-quarters combat, I won't stop you. In fact, it might even come in handy during those rare instances when our weapons are disabled or we find ourselves up close and personal with an opponent." She took another puff from her cigarette and exhaled a long stream of smoke directly at him, teasing him lightly as they both shared a laugh.

"So," she said, changing the subject slightly, "tell me about yourself. What brings you to Beacon? Do you have any family or anything back home?" She wanted to know more about this mysterious stranger who had appeared in her life tonight; maybe he'd turn out to be a new friend or even something more. The possibilities excited her, and she couldn't help but feel a spark of energy within her as they continued to talk and get to know each other better.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she listened to his confession. "Oh," was all she could manage at first, taken aback by the revelation that he was related to such a powerful figure in Atlas' military. It explained his proficiency in combat and his dedication to training, but it also made her wonder if he faced any particular challenges or pressures because of who his father was.

As they continued talking, however, Yang Xiao Long found herself growing increasingly drawn to Daniel. There was something about him that she couldn't resist; maybe it was the way he seemed so carefree and unburdened by the weight of his family name or perhaps it was simply the thrill of being around someone so different from anyone else she'd ever met. Whatever the reason, she knew that she wanted to spend more time with him.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly now, touching on a variety of topics as they moved across the classroom, their bodies slowly becoming closer and more intimate with each passing moment. The smoke from their cigarettes curled lazily around them, mingling together like two strands of silk woven into one complex pattern.

When he finally asked her if she had any family back home, Yang Xiao Long hesitated for a moment before answering with a small laugh. "Oh, I have plenty of family," she said nonchalantly, though the truth was far more complicated than that. There were members of her family who knew about her and those that didn't, some who supported her decision to become a Huntress and others who didn't approve at all. But for now, she didn't want to dwell on any of that; instead, she wanted to focus on this moment, here and now, with Daniel R.

Their conversation continued until the early hours of the morning, their

The more they smoked and talked, the more she realized how much alike they really were. They both had their own unique reasons for being at Beacon Academy, but underneath it all, they shared a common goal: to survive in this unforgiving world and make something of themselves. As they moved closer together, their bodies pressed against each other's in perfect sync, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was more between them than just friendship.

Their conversation drifted effortlessly from topic to topic, touching upon everything from their pasts and hopes for the future to the most intimate details of their lives. She found herself opening up to him in ways she never had with anyone else before, sharing stories both happy and sad that left them both laughing or occasionally wiping away tears.

As the night wore on, she felt her heartbeat quicken every time he brushed against her skin or caught her gaze. It was intoxicating; this feeling of being so completely and utterly connected to someone else. She knew that if they were ever separated, it would leave a void in her life that nothing else could possibly fill.

Eventually, their conversation trailed off as the effects of the weed began to take hold, leaving them both lost in the haze of pleasure and contentment that came from simply being together like this. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony now, each stroke and caress sending waves of desire coursing through them.

The air around them seemed to crackle with energy as their passion spiraled out of control, leaving them both gasping for breath and clutching at each other's skin as if it were the only thing keeping them grounded in reality. As they reached their peak together, she felt her inner walls contract tightly around him, drawing every last drop of pleasure from his body into hers, while he

gave one final thrust deep inside her before letting out a hoarse cry that seemed to echo through the entire room. Time seemed to stand still as their bodies convulsed together in ecstasy, leaving them both completely spent and utterly sated. For what felt like an eternity, they lay tangled together in each other's arms, breathing hard and savoring the afterglow of their intense union.

As the euphoria began to fade away, she slowly became aware of her surroundings once more. The smoke from their cigarettes curled lazily around them like ghostly fingers, dancing and spinning in the air as if caught in some ethereal current. The light from the moon streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over their naked bodies and making their skin appear even more pale and delicate than it already was.

She turned her head to gaze at Daniel, taking in every detail of his face: the messy tangle of dark hair, the stubble covering his jaw, the way his lips were still slightly parted from panting. Despite the fact that they had just shared something so intimate and profound, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace wash over her now that it was all over. He had been everything she needed tonight, and for that, she was grateful.

Slowly, gently, she brushed a stray hair from his forehead before tracing the line of his cheekbone with her fingertip. "So," she whispered softly, voice barely above a whisper now, "are you ready to become my partner in crime?" It was half-joke, half-serious, but regardless of which side he took it, she knew that their lives would never be the same again. They had crossed