Ruby Afza

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Ruby Afza
Rejoicing
Blake's new skill and hobby.
What if... Ai Hoshino never died?
Scene: âA Quiet Gestureâ
Mid-afternoon. The apartment is bathed in soft sunlight, the kind that makes everything feel still. Jerrod is on the couch, flipping through a book. Juri is in the kitchen, cutting vegetables for dinner. Thereâs a calm rhythm between them.
Juri (glancing up from the counter, watching him): "You good over there?" Jerrod (glances back): "Yeah, just reading. You?" Juri (pauses, then continues chopping): "Busy." Thereâs a slight smile on her face, but she doesnât acknowledge it fully. She finishes up what sheâs doing and moves quietly to the fridge. Jerrod doesnât notice, too engrossed in his book. After a moment, she places a cold bottle of water on the table beside him, just out of his line of sight. He doesnât hear her approach. Itâs not an extravagant gesture, but itâs thoughtful. Jerrod (finally noticing, looks up): "Whatâs this?" Juri (shrugging without looking at him): "Youâve been reading a while. Figured youâd need it." Jerrod: "âŚThanks." Juri (in a softer tone, still focused on the kitchen): "Donât make it a big deal."
He picks up the bottle, unscrews the cap, and takes a long drink. He doesnât say anything more. She doesnât need him to. She keeps working, her movements casual. But Jerrodâs gaze lingers on her for a momentâhis fingers still holding the bottle. He doesnât know what it is, but something about the small act sticks with him. Itâs a quiet kind of care, the kind that says you matter, but I donât need to make a speech about it. Jerrod (after a beat, softly): "You donât always have to hide it, you know." Juri (without turning): "Hide what?" Jerrod: "That you care." She pausesâbut not out of discomfort. Just... considering. Then she glances back, gives him a small, almost smug half-smile. Her tone is light, but thereâs no mockery. Juri: "Shut up. You know how I show it." He smirks, takes another sip of the water. Then, without saying anything else, he leans back against the couch, content.
Scene: âNothing to Proveâ
Sunday. Quiet. Dim light in the room. No fighting. Just silence. Juri sits on the floor against the bed. Jerrod walks in from the hall.
He sees her sitting there. She doesnât look up. He doesnât ask whatâs wrong. He just lowers himself beside her. No words. They sit there, backs resting against the same wall. A pause. Juri (without looking): "...You donât get tired of this? Just sitting here with me, not doing anything?"
Jerrod: "No." Another pause. Juri (voice lower): "Some days I feel like Iâm not built for this. Like somethingâs wired wrong." He glances at her. Doesnât push. Jerrod (quietly): "Youâve never needed fixing."
She looks down at her hands, then back at him. Juri: "Youâre not gonna give me some speech about healing and hope and all that?" Jerrod: "No."
Juri (leans her head back, closes her eyes): "...Good."
She shifts after a few seconds. Gently pulls his arm, guiding it around her without saying anything. He lets her. His hand settles lightly at her side.
They just sit like that.
Juri (after a while): "...I like this. I donât need it all the time, but... right now, yeah." Jerrod: "Okay." Not soft. Not poetic. Just honest. His hand moves slightly, thumb brushing her sleeve. No lesson. No big moment. Just two people closeâbecause they want to be, not because they need to prove something.
Throuple Walk
Marriage Pretense
Scene: Schnee Manor Courtyard â Late Afternoon
Jaune Arc, dressed in cheap confidence, tries his usual charm routine as Weiss walks past the training yard. He smirks, flanked by two low-tier hangers-on.
Jaune (grinning):
> âWeiss, hey â me and a few friends were talking. Thought you might wanna join us upstairs. Real private.â
Weiss (without slowing):
> âDoes your brain ever exit the gutter, or does it enjoy swimming there?â
Jaune (chuckling):
> âFeisty. Thatâs hot.â
Suddenly, Jaune stiffens. A cold presence stands behind him. He turns. It's Ryan Hardy â silent, arms crossed, unimpressed.
Ryan:
> âYou speak to her like that again, and you'll be training with your jaw wired shut.â
Jaune (forcing a grin):
> âRelax, itâs a jokeââ
Ryan (interrupting, voice low):
> âNo oneâs laughing.â
Weiss turns slightly, just enough to smirk. Jaune, suddenly aware of the silence around him, backs off. The hangers-on scatter.
Weiss (to Ryan):
> âThank you.â
Ryan (shrugging):
> âDidnât even draw my sword.â
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Relaxing
Massage
Motorcycle
Father Daughter Walk
Daughter: âYou know, people stare at us like weâre some odd pair.â
Father: (grins)
âThatâs because we are. Grizzled old man in goggles, walking with a pink-haired hurricane.â
Daughter: (playfully bumps into him)
âHey! Iâm elegant, not a hurricane.â
Father: (chuckling)
âYou knocked over three lanterns last week trying to pet a cat.â
Daughter: âIt was a very fluffy cat. Worth it.â
(pause)
ââŚYou still wear the goggles because of her, donât you?â
Father: (nods, quietly)
âRed like her eyes. Kept me steady when I was lost. Now⌠they remind me I still have someone to walk beside.â
Daughter: âYou mean me, right?â (grins)
Father: âWell, you and the ghost of my waistline.â
Daughter: (laughs, then softens)
âShe chose you well. Iâm glad you found me. I was⌠pretty cold back then.â
Father: (rests a hand on her head)
âYou were just waiting for someone to see you. And I did. Just like she wouldâve.â
Daughter: (quietly)
âAnd now youâve got two loud, stubborn women in your heart, huh?â
Father: âIâm doomed, arenât I?â (smiles)
Milk and Cookie Date
The Eyes Stay Crimson
Amid the Ashes, Trust Stays