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A Few Days Later

(Y/N)'s POV

Crimson took a swipe at Aves, who was barely able to dodge the attack. Hmm, deja vu. As Aves stumbles back, him not being used to dodging attacks, Crimson takes advantage of his opponent's weakness and switches his weapon into its stand less arquebus mode and fires a few fire dust bullets, probably hoping that the flames will do some damage over time. Luckily, or unluckily depending on one's point of view, the bullets hit and do well with their purpose. Aves reacts poorly from this and desperately tries to put out the fires covering his arms. From the back of the bleachers, I can see the cocky smirk that his face puts on as Crimson, yet again, takes advantage of his opponent's moment of weakness. He charges at Aves and tries to tackle his larger classmate to knock him to the ground. It fails, however, to the surprise to no one but Crimson, and the young man just bounces off of Aves. Given his bulk and strength, even while trying to put the flames out, Aves is able to stand his ground now. Like a few times before, the arquebus wielder overestimated his own strength. Crimson falls to the ground after stumbling back a little distance.

"Come on, Crimson, get your head in the game!" Yale shouts out from her spot on the bleachers.

"Hurry up and end it, Aves!" Oranje almost angrily shouts out to his teammate, almost to counter Yale's shouts. Apparently, their shouts are working though, because both of them get done with their respective hindrances and quickly recover to their feet. Aves then charges forward like a raging Ursa as Crimson changes his weapon from its gun mode to its close combat mode. Crimson sprints forward and meets Aves halfway. Their weapons then clash once they meet. Usually, a clash like this would be no problem for my taller than average bully, but because of how careless he was during his match today, Aves' strength and aura have been needlessly depleted, thus giving Crimson a chance in the clash. Their weapons spark just a little bit as they glare and scowl at each other.

"Ha! You've been slacking in your training, haven't you?" Crimson says haughtily. It would make sense that Crimson would notice that, given that the two fight so much, both in and out of this class.

"Shut up!" Clever response, Aves. Wonder how many brain cells he used to come up with that one. The two hold the clash for a few minutes longer before the both of them use part of their aura to give their hits an extra boost. The flash of their aura bursting and flaring up would be blinding for people without super senses, so quickly cover my eyes with my hand and close my eyes too. Gods this stings. Luckily, unlike my classmates, I can still perfectly hear the sounds coming from the arena. Judging by the sounds of pain and the thuds the two of them hit the ground and then bounce on their bottoms. Judging from the sounds of their thuds, they bounced a couple of times on the arena floor before bouncing over the edges and onto the floor. In case I am correct, I cover my ears in anticipation of the coming noise. Turns out I was correct, because the monitor soon buzzes, ending the fight between the two. I blink a couple of times as I move my hand down and look back at the arena. I'm two for two today because both of them are on the floor outside of the arena. The familiar clicks of Miss Goodwitch's heels walking on the ground sound off as she walks onto the stage. Instead of rushing to the two downed students like she usually does, Miss Goodwitch just looks at the two students while on the stage before addressing the class.

"That was a decent match today, though I doubt any of us would deny that Jake, Logan, and Paul's three-way fight was the highlight of today's matches." She says with a faint smile before getting back to business. "Now class, if there is anything you want to take away from today it should be these two, do not become complacent with your training, otherwise you will fall behind the rest of your class and never overestimate your own strength, least you will lose." She says, directing the advice at both us in the audience and the two buffoons on the floor. Professor Goodwitch adjusts her glasses a bit and looks at her scroll before she continues. "Okay, I think we have just enough time for one more match of the day. Any takers?" Unlike the norm, not many in the audience raise their hands. It is the end of the week, so it is understandable that people would be a bit tired and not willing to spar. Then again, one of the first hands in the air was Yale, so some of them could just be hesitant to fight her. Professor Goodwitch scans the stands for a little bit as she waits for some more hands to come up. After waiting for a few more seconds, Miss Goodwitch nods and sighs, though the last part is too quiet for anyone to hear. Well for anyone without enhanced hearing that is. "Alright. Yale, please come up to the arena and I will pick a sparring partner for you." Our blonde professor says as she looks down at her scroll. As Yale gets up and makes her way to the stage with almost sadistic glee, the boomerang wielder stops our teacher by getting her attention.

"Actually professor, I wouldn't mind fighting (Y/N) today." She says as innocently as possible. Judging by the way she is acting, I wouldn't be surprised if she was currently imagining herself beating me into the ground. Miss Goodwitch, probably catching on to Yale's act, looks at her student over her glasses with an unamused expression.

"Yale, as much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, I believe (Y/N) has done enough for today's class." My shoulders ache from hearing her words, still sore from having the "honor" of fighting Pied and then Jean earlier this period. "Just let me see who hasn't fought today and then we can start the match." Yale does a bit of a pitiful pout at Miss Goodwitch's words.

"Aww, please let me fight him." She says like a child begging their parent to let them play. Professor Goodwitch doesn't seem all that amused as her face losses some expression to it before she responds.

"Miss Yale Lán Sè, as I just said, (Y/N) has done enough for today." Miss Goodwitch seems to have caught onto how Yale and the others want to use her class to harass other students, namely me. After coughing to clear my throat and get everyone's attention, my hand raises into the air.

"I don't mind a third fight today, professor," I swear to the gods, I hear some gasps. Professor Goodwitch herself seems to be surprised by my sudden statement. After looking at me for a minute she pushes her glasses up and looks back down at her scroll.

"Alright, (Y/N)." Was all she said as she tapped away on her scroll. Wow, another set of gasps. Pushing the fact that my classmates don't expect much from me aside, I push myself up from my seat and head to the stage. A couple of surprised looks and suspicious glances are thrown my way as I walk down to the stage. One of those surprised looks actually comes from the very same classmate that challenged me to a sparring match. Yale's jaw nearly drops to the floor as she watches me, but once I am off of the bleachers and I am walking to the stage, the dumbfounded look leaves her face and is replaced almost immediately by a look of glee. As I get onto the stage, our combat instructor gets everything in order as our names, pictures, and aura levels appear on the large monitor.

"Glad to see you're not too tired for another round and that you're being a good sport about this," Yale says with a venomous smile and equally venomous tone. Apparently, my classmate isn't even trying now with her very apparent joy at tormenting me. Miss Goodwitch shoots a glare in Yale's direction, and if it wasn't for me signaling that it's okay, there is no doubt in my mind that a glare would be the least of Yale's worries. Instead, our professor just heads over to where she always goes when a match goes on.

"I assume that the two of you are ready to start?" Miss Goodwitch asks.

"Yep!" Yale says happily while getting out her weapons. A simple nod is my response as I unsheathe my reverse bladed katana. Miss Goodwitch nods as she taps her scroll, causing a buzzer to sound off. Yale grins and leaps into action by both throwing one of her boomerangs and charges at me. Instead of the typical song and dance of dodging the boomerang, I quickly swing my katana at it and knock the boomerang away. The metal weapon makes a clang as it hits the ground before scraping the floor as it slides away. Yale seems a bit surprised at this, which I capitalize on by hitting her side with the dull side. Yale yelps as she winces in pain a bit as her aura drops some. Even with all of my training, I am still not strong enough to leave enough pain that isn't instantly numbed by her aura, but I, the audience, and, more importantly, Yale will remember the part when she was caught off guard and hurt so soon in the fight, even if I lose this. Instead of taking the hit and moving away to get her other weapon, Yale lets her anger get the better of her and she just comes swinging at me again. This time, however, her speed makes it harder for me to counter and I am forced to just dodging. She then uses a fake right hook to lead me into a left one, which knocks me into a real right hit this time. My head rings as I stumble and roll away from her as I realize that Yale is at least putting a bit of thought into her moves. Most matches are just her wailing on her opponent until either they, the most likely outcome, or she, the least likely outcome, loss. Well, don't I feel special. Pushing those thoughts aside, I notice Yale scrambling to get to her other boomerang. After swiftly getting to my feet, I dash over to her to try and stop her or attack her while she has her guard down. I'm too slow for the former but I make a quick move to slam the blunt side of my blade down onto my classmate. Yale is quick enough to block it, however, and we lock blades. If looks could kill, I'd probably still be alive, since Yale's expression, though still not happy with all of this, is more of shock than anger. I'm not sure why that is, though it probably is because I am putting so much into this fight even after being in two previous matches earlier. Her eyes then narrow as she grits her teeth and grips her weapons.

"You still doing good, Cupcake, or would you like to end the match now?" Yale forces out through her angrily gritted teeth.

"Do you?" My response appears to enrage her even more because she nearly roars in rage as she knees me in the gut. She was probably meaning to hit lower, but thankfully she missed. Yale expects me to double over in pain though since she throws her weight forward to try and push me over. Instead, I move with her before sidestepping my classmate. She goes falling forward and her head would be kissing the ground if not for her quick reaction. She slams her foot down to brace herself. Before she can turn back around, I bring my sword down on top of her. My hit knocks her down to the ground. Quickly jumping back, I barely avoid getting slashed with one of her boomerangs. As my feet rest on the floor, Yale gets back on her feet. After a second of recovering, we both charge at each other and unleash a flurry of strikes on one another. I actually do well in blocking some of her hits and even land a few on her. Eventually, we both clash blades again, a repeat of before.

"Need a break?" My words enrage Yale.

"Shut up!" She screams before headbutting me. At the same time as her attack, I knee her in the stomach, much like she did to me before. A minute after our attacks, the loud buzzer sounds off, signaling the end of the match. I stumble back a bit but quickly regain my footing. Yale, on the other hand, isn't as lucky and she falls back onto her hind end. Turning my gaze up to the monitor, I see that the match was a draw. With a nod, I sheathe my weapon as the familiar sound of Miss Goodwitch's heels clicking fills the air as she walks back onto the stage.

"That was an excellent match you two. I expected nothing less." She says with a restrained but happy smile. With the irritation now gone, our instructor is now back to her more cheerful disposition as she turns to address Yale. "Yale, as always you did well, but you seemed to let your emotions get to you at times during the match, thus giving control of the match to your opponent. From now on, I want you to avoid that and try to keep a more level head in your fights." The platinum blonde professor says in a calm voice. Said blonde then turns around and looks at me, "(Y/N), I applaud your attempt at using taunts to keep your opponent uncomfortable, but your fighting skills seemed to take a bit of a dip once you started. I suggest holding off on the taunts until you are better able to multitask or until your taunts can better make up for your fighting dip." She says with a smile. Professor Goodwitch then turns to the rest of the class as Yale grumbles and pushes herself up off of the arena floor. "I believe that is all the time we have for today, class. Seeing that it is soon to be the weekend and we are approaching the end of the semester, I think our headmaster will forgive me if I let the class out a couple minutes early." The class seems to perk up some as a couple of them cheer. After their sounds of celebration, it does not take my classmates very long to clear out of the room. A glare is thrown my way by AZOL and CYAN, but that is nothing very new for me. Once all of them are gone, I turn to my professor. Once I do, I am greeted by a very happy Miss Goodwitch. Her smile is a bit infectious, as I can't help but smile back at her.

"I'm guessing that match was good?" My question is soon answered with a happy response from my teacher.

"Of course it was!" She says with her beaming smile and her beautiful emerald eyes sparkling. My face warms when I think over my last thought as I look down to the floor.

"It wasn't that great. I just fought her to a draw." Miss Goodwitch's laugh fills the air before her hand gently cups my face, forcing my gaze to go back up to her. Her smile is much smaller now, but the care and sentiment that she had before is still there and still just as strong, which only serves to make my face heat up even more.

"Well either way, I say that you have earned yourself a break, (Y/N). I know it is apart of your "punishment" to be here, but I don't think many would mind if I turned a blind eye just this once." How fast I shake my head no actually startles me and, judging by my professor's reaction, I am not alone.

"If it's no problem with you, I would like to still stay." The surprise doesn't leave my teacher's face as she also gains a bit of red for some reason. After a few seconds of stunned silence, Miss Goodwitch blinks a bit as she comes back to reality.

"Are you sure?" I nod and then she continues, "You don't have to do this, (Y/N). If its a fear of getting in trouble, like I said, none of the other teachers would mind if you got a day off and if its for my sake then please, don't feel obligated to do so. Take the night off, (Y/N)." Again, my head shakes no.

"I know that I don't have to stay, but I want to, professor." Again, my professor looks at me stunned.

"Are you sure?" She echoes her earlier question which makes me chuckle just a bit.

"My answer hasn't changed since the last time you asked me that, professor." Miss Goodwitch seems to accept that answer as she lets out a soft sigh and relaxes her shoulders just a bit.

"O-okay then... b-but you are not doing any training today. You have fought enough for today." Her tone hardens at the end of her statement, indicating that she isn't open for debate there. Honestly, I feel like what she said was an understatement, so I smile and nod in response.

"Okay, professor. I don't mind." She nods and then turns.

"Alright, follow me then (Y/N)." Miss Goodwitch then starts walking off to her office and I follow close behind. The trip is short since the office is so close by. Once we get to her office, she uses her semblance to unlock and open the door. As she walks through the door frame, Professor Goodwitch flips the light switch with her ebony riding crop. Judging by the lack of odd sounds from within the room, the professor doesn't seem to be flooded with paperwork like she usually is. Once in the room, I see that I was halfway right. The room isn't covered with paper like usual, since I can see all of the floor and can sit in one of the chairs if I so choose, but my professor's desk is almost overflowing with papers. Just as I finish thinking that, Miss Goodwitch walks around her desk and sits down. She then looks up at me and smiles a bit as she points at one of the empty chairs. "Well don't be shy (Y/N), you've been here countless times before. Have a seat since you can actually have a seat this time." She ends her sentence with a bit of an embarrassed blush and I can't repress a quick laugh at her joke.

"Okay, professor." I say as I take a seat across from her. "So what would you like me to do today?" My professor scans her desk quickly before smiling and sliding a few papers my way with a manila folder titled "dust receipts".

"Here you go, (Y/N). If you could order these by date, that would be helpful." I smile and nod before picking up the papers and begin my task. We sit in silence for a bit as I order the papers and Miss Goodwitch writes on her papers, but that silence soon leaves when my teacher begins to speak. "You did good out there today, (Y/N)." My face warms up a bit when I hear her words.

"Thank you professor."

"I mean it. You had to deal with three opponents wanting to try and use the class to bully you and you handled the fights very well." My shoulders shrug at her statement.

"Well I can't speak for Jean, but I know that Pied wasn't trying to mess with me." She perks up and looks at me, a bit confused. "Before class today, Pied asked me with I would be willing to fight him."

"And you said yes?" Again, my shoulders shrug.

"I didn't see a problem with it, though if I had known Jean would request to fight me and that you would give the last match to Yale, then I probably would have turned him down." She looks down a bit as I finish.

"My apologies, (Y/N). I assumed that Yale would have some decency to not challenge you since you had already fought twice." A sigh then passes through her lips, "I suppose that was wishful thinking on my part."

"It's alright professor, no need to apologize." She seems to relax a bit at my words before laughing some.

"Fair enough. I suppose that Yale learned her lesson though." My green eyed professor then laughs again, "Her reaction from when you two locked blades should be a reminder for when she wants to challenge you again."

"Yes, though I don't quite get why she looked like that." Miss Goodwitch's smile shrinks a bit as she leans forward on her desk.

"You don't realize why she reacted the way she did?" I shake my head no in response. Instead of speaking, Miss Goodwitch pulls out her scroll and starts to play the recording of my fight with Yale. Once it gets to the first time my classmate and I locked weapons, my teacher zooms in on something and then shows me the image. At first, I had to do a double take to understand that I was looking at myself. The expression on my face and the look in my eyes are foreign to even me. Did I actually look like that? No wonder Yale looked so surprised. As she puts her scroll away, my professor speaks, "See?" All I can do is nod in response before I can finally muster up the words to respond.

"Yes." After that Miss Goodwitch nods and goes straight back to working on her papers as I sit there and process this information. Did I really look like that and not realize it? I suppose that I did. After processing that I start to work on ordering the papers again. After a few minutes of silence, Professor Goodwitch breaks the silence yet again.

"(Y/N), would you mind joining me for something tomorrow?" I look up at the papers to see my professor still looking down at her papers.

"Um, sure. Is it going to be like our training sessions where we spar outside?" Without looking up from her papers she responds.

"No, there are a couple of things in the city that I would like to pick up. Nothing major, but I wouldn't mind the company. After we get everything, we could go get something to eat or at least something to drink. My way of paying you back for helping me." As she speaks, Miss Goodwitch's face gains a progressively darker blush. Is... is my teacher asking me out on a date?

"S-sure." My voice croaks as I say my response. Miss Goodwitch seems to move forward after I speak.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), but could you please repeat what you said?" I gulp before nodding.

"S-sure. I wouldn't mind helping you professor." After I finish, the blush on Miss Goodwitch's face grows and darkness even more.

"Alright, thank you. I will message you tomorrow about where to meet me."

"O-okay." And with that, the silence come back and I think it is here to stay. As I sit and work the only thing that goes through my mind is a question. Did my professor just ask me out on a date?

Glynda's POV

Did I just ask my student out on a date?!

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So fun fact about one of the OCs in this particular story, Yale is supposed to be a sort of foil or reflection of Yang. She was meant to come off as Yang if the blonde brawler was a bit more arrogant. What I mean is, Yang has a lot of the traits that you would find of a "popular bully kid" type character. Yang's strong, has an outgoing and strong personality, is cocky, kinda comes off as a bit of a partier (not sure if that is a real word, but autocorrect isn't contradicting me, so I'll roll with it), and is attractive, which are all traits that can make up the type of character I mentioned earlier. Basically, in my opinion, Yang could have been a bit of a bully if things were different for her, so I wanted to make Yale kinda be that. Yeah, she hasn't shown up much, so I totally get people not getting that, but that was how I got the idea to make Yale. So I guess from now on, if you want, you can just picture a blue-haired Yang with a blue and purple color scheme instead of blonde with red, orange, and yellow color scheme when thinking of Yale. Anyways, have a great day/night depending on when/where you are reading this.