Your cheeks flushed as the realization fully sank in.

Qrow stirred beside you, mumbling something incoherent as he pulled the sheet closer to himself. He still looked peaceful, annoyingly so. You had never seen him look this relaxed, and it only made the situation worse.

You buried your face in your hands. How did this even happen? And more importantly, how were you supposed to face him when he woke up?

Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in your mind. This was a disaster. People already teased you two, claiming that you bickered like an old married couple. If they ever found out about this...

As you contemplated your next move, Qrow groaned and shifted, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked blearily at the ceiling, then turned his head toward you.

"Morning," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep, as if waking up next to you was the most normal thing in the world.

You glared at him, your embarrassment quickly morphing into irritation. "What the hell happened last night, Branwen?"

His lips curled into a lazy smirk as he propped himself up on one elbow. "You really don't remember? Thought you had more control than that, Schnee."