6

"Hah. Ha!" Even in the spacious space, the Academy's sporting grounds were praised.

And the numerous current occupants who all done their own thing, either speaking or working out through their morning routine, the sounds of two objects hitting each other were heard throughout the entire area.

"What did that sandbag do to you?" A girl with an athletic body that could be said to be chiseled by the gods, an elegant face that was framed by crimson hair bangs on each side with a hanging ponytail being able to be seen.

The most striking character of the person who spoke was her emerald shining eyes that shone with life as the girl raised her hand and smiled at her counterpart.

"Hello." She said to her friend and most enjoyable sparing partner.

"Hrm. Hey Pyrrha." Mordred finally said as she stopped hitting the sandbag and cleaned her forehead from the accumulated sweat, and then looked at the gently smiling girl.

Pyrrha smiled at the grunting Mordred as it was normal for her to be such, and yet.

Pyrrha knew something was amiss. The way she moved when she threw the punches was wrong, or rather.

Thanks to their common sparring matches and training.

Pyrrha was very familiar with Mordred's fighting style, and so she knew that just when Mordred was agitated or angry, she moved like a beast. When she enjoyed fight or was in a normal mood, her punches were more systematic.

"Nothing." Mordred tsked as she looked to the side, not wishing to elaborate on the strange feeling she got when Rey, for the first time in her life, finally rebelled against her.

Rey and Astolfo were always someone she protected. It was her duty as an older sister to protect her delicate and younger siblings, especially when said siblings were attractive boys.

Mordred wasn't so shy to not admit that her little brothers were attractive, and any girl or woman would be lucky to have them as boyfriends. The problem was.

This world wasn't as happy as it looked. Her mother taught her of that fact, her and aunts Summer and Raven.

The first time when she saw someone girl grip Rey's ass was the first time she ended the night in police station jail, just to be released the next morning.

She expected her mother to be angry at her, but when she drove Mordred back home, all her mother said was a good job.

Good job for protecting her little brother's innocence, as any sister should.

And so, Mordred learned how to inspect the girls who tried to hit on her little brother. It didn't help that where Astolfo was the more energetic and outgoing one who always spent time with his male friends.

Rey was more introverted.

Mordred didn't need to worry for Astolfo as she needed Rey, as Astolfo was mostly by the side of his friends, something Rey didn't do.

Rey was...

Rey was always so meek, shy, non-conforming kind of guy, always willing to go with things others wanted, not voicing his own thoughts.

Which did Mordred's work of protecting him much harder, as she always feared that he would just go inside the home of some stranger woman and raped in there.

So, was it truly surprising that she felt so conflicted when Rey behaved so...

Differently?

Last night she wanted to confirm something, and she did.

Where Rey should cover under his sheets and stutter when speaking to her when she looks angry.

He didn't.

No...

He even dared to talk back, and with sass at that!

That wasn't, that wasn't how Rey normally behaved. The change was so sudden that it threw Mordred out of the loop.

Now, Rey wasn't always like that, but after that woman groped him, he changed, at the start, he was like Astolfo was now, but after that, Rey became more silent. It was one grope of ass, so much of an emotional shock for him to become so meek?

Mordred didn't know. She didn't understand, guys. After all, where guys wanted romance and such, girls mostly wanted a good fuck, or at least most.

Mordred thought as she looked at Pyrrha. She knew that the girl was more into the emotional stuff than somebody's pleasure than most girls.

"Does it have something with Rey's change?" Pyrrha finally asked as she watched Mordred's eyes widen, but before Mordred could ask from where Pyrrha knew this, Pyrrha continued.

"I met him this morning with Ruby in tow and some girl named Taylor. They were going from the way Ruby's club is in." Pyrrha added with a smile. She liked Ruby and Rey, both were siblings of Pyrrha's friends, and she met them often when she visited Mordred or Yang's home.

But, there, Pyrrha frowned.

"Does this have something to do with how Rey... Ogled me?" Pyrrha finally asked. It was an...

Surprise.

She was accustomed to stares, after all.

Pyrrha was a winner three-time winner of the national martial art tournament. She wasn't the strongest. That place belonged to Mordred, something that always made Pyrrha somehow angry, even if Mordred was better than her.

She was proclaimed the best in the nation from their age group, all because Mordred didn't like the spotlight and, after one tournament, gave up on singing into another, making people think that Pyrrha was better, no matter how many times she told she wasn't.

It...

Grated on Pyrrha's nerves, and mostly her pride to be proclaimed as best when she wasn't.

Especially after people started behaving differently around her, thinking that she was above them. Yes, most girls would try to use this chance to get into boys' pants.

But Pyrrha wasn't like most girls. She didn't like the idea of sex without feelings, something she knew was different from others.

So when one of her friend's siblings, that never looked at her with interest, this morning looked at her with appreciation and little desire, it threw Pyrrha out of her mind.

Especially when it was a boy who Pyrrha used as masturbation material with Jaune, as her feelings for both were a little indecisive.

Which was the main reason she never made a move on any of them, mainly that Rey never looked at her as he looked at her this morning.

And Jaune's heart bled for another, Pyrrha knew Jaune crushed after Weiss, and so she knew her chances were small.

After all, Weiss was the best in their year in an academic sense. She was beautiful, rich, elegant, intelligent, and so much more.

No wonder half of the male population in the school wished to be her's other half.

Pyrrha wasn't envious. Really, she wasn't...

But even if she wasn't, she didn't deny it sting little to not by object of interest of not even one of two boys she could see herself by with.

So when Pyrrha this morning met Rey and saw his eye roam her body, she hid under her tight sportswear. She couldn't deny she blushed a little as her heart quickened in wonder.

"So you too," Mordred mumbled. She knew the emotion behind the gaze Rey's eyes shone with.

She saw them too often directed at boys from girls, and sometimes boys or men at her.

The eyes of lust.

Was it any wonder she hid her feelings under her brash image after being viewed so by her own brother?

Mordred looked at Pyrrha.

"Do not say it," Mordred demanded, making Pyrrha wake up from her thoughts.

"Im sorry?" Pyrrha both said and asked, even if she had an inkling what Mordred thought about.

"Dammit, Pyrrha, do not say that now that Rey's puberty seems to hit him, you want to go out with him!" Puberty, as what else it seemed to be, as Rey never had much interest in girls as he had now.

At least, that was the most innocent answer Mordred could find.

There were others, but Mordred didn't want to think about them. It was the main reason why sandbags looked so worn, even if new.

When Mordred thought about what could awaken such emotions in Rey so suddenly, not many pleasant things came to mind. Most were unpleasant, thus the reason why Mordred felt so tense.

But...

"You want to ask me if it's alright to date Rey?" Mordred knew Pyrrha. She was...

An alright, good even.

Much better than Yang, with who Mordred errored, Pyrrha didn't let the fame cloud her mind. She didn't sleep or fool around with boys just because she could.

No.

Pyrrha could help her. Mordred just needed to make sure before she let Pyrrha try to score with her brother.