It was a rare, peaceful afternoon in the Beacon Academy courtyard, the sun casting a warm glow over the academy. General Ironwood was in a meeting, leaving you with precious free time. You stood elegantly beneath a tree, the faintest hint of a smile on your face as you enjoyed a moment to yourself.

The last thing you expected was him.

You saw Qrow walking by. His faded red eyes immediately locked onto yours, and without missing a beat, he smirked. "Well, well, if it isn’t the Ice Queen gracing us with her frosty presence."

You don’t look up, but your smile fades at his voice. You could already feel your composure slipping, just like it always did around him.

"I had hoped to enjoy my time in Vale without the presence of a loud-mouthed drunkard," you said, voice icy but controlled, your blue eyes cutting through the air.

But Qrow was never one to back down. He leaned against a nearby pillar, arms crossed, staring at you with a grin. "Aw, don’t be like that. You know you’d miss me if I wasn’t around to annoy you."

You rolled her eyes, knowing better than to engage further. But Qrow wasn’t done. As you turned away, he blew you a kiss, full of mockery and playfulness. The small gesture caused you to stop in your tracks as you felt Qrow waiting for your reaction. The nerve of him!

For a moment, you considered ignoring him. But no—he deserved a response. You turned slowly to face him. Then, with a flick of your wrist, your Semblance, Glyphs, shimmered into existence. In a flash, you formed a small, elegant ice blender in the air right in front of you. You caught his imaginary kiss in your gloved hand, tossed it casually into the blender, and turned it on. The ice shards whirred inside, slicing through his invisible affection with ease.

Qrow’s jaw dropped. "Rude!" he cried, throwing his hands up in mock protest, clearly enjoying every second of the exchange. "That’s no way to treat a guy’s feelings, Snowflake!"