Gym Class (Patreon)

Yang's sitting on the bench in the middle of the locker room, finishing up with putting her gym clothes away. Most of the other students have already packed up and started making their way to their next classes. This can only be blamed on Yang's competitive nature, combined with her love for physical activity. Her aversion for any class that involves books might've also played a part. If Blake hadn't dragged her off the basketball court, they could've easily been out there for another hour.

The few remaining students make their exit, which is trailed by the fading sound of their chatter and echoed tapping of their shoes on the hallway floor. Yang reaches into her gym bag to make some final adjustments, clearly not eager for the mathematical torture that awaits them in the following period. Coming to terms with her fate, and not wanting to keep Blake waiting, Yang finally zips the compartment closed and begins to look up from her gym bag to check on Blake's progress.

"Are you ready to g-o?..." The words just barely escape Yang's mouth as she's startled by the sudden greeting of Blake's bare cheeks.

Blake delivers a sly look towards Yang, and proposes an alternative plan.

"We're already late, and there's no following period for gym class. How about a few more minutes of physical activity?"