Jaune’s birthday had finally arrived.

The trainee Huntsman hummed to himself, smiling at the warmth of the sun on his skin. Today was the last day of Velvet’s ‘birthday gifts’ for him, and his girlfriend had directed him to a quiet, sun-dappled meadow on the far side of school grounds. She had been coy as ever, teasing him through a series of messages in his scroll that she was “rosy-cheeked” in anticipation.

He had a pretty solid idea of who exactly she’d be cosplaying today.

Finally, sliding down a loose hill with crumbly dirt and rocks, he grunted as he rounded a corner into the meadow.

It was a wide, grassy area ringed by trees and spotted intermittently with small white flowers. Smooth stones rose from it in places, and over one such rock, Velvet had placed a plush blanket. She was waiting for him.