Trouvaille - RWBY Males x Reader

Yuma x Reader

The sound of leathery wings hitting the air above you caused you to shoot up from your slumber. After procrastinating for a second or so, you decided to look around for the source of the sound, growing nervous.

You hadn't intended to fall asleep in the woods, but considering your legs were currently crushed under a tree you didn't have a choice in the matter, especially considering that your legs.. Well.. You couldn't exactly feel them.

You drowsily look around, still unable to find whatever was making the noise and simply coming to the conclusion that it was a bat trying to rest, leading to you relaxing back against the ground again, wondering if you were going to die.

The wings became louder, as did some quiet cursing as the leaves in the trees surrounding you began to rustle, some of them falling around you and framing your injured form, making you appear somewhat surreal.

Yuma was currently looking at you through the trees, trying to find the best way down to get you without hurting his wings. He hadn't seen nor heard the tree fall onto you, more like had heard your shrieks of agony before you passed out due to the pain.

Yuma usually wouldn't have tried to come and help someone in distress but something about the way your voice had sounded had compelled him to come and help you. He hadn't even known if you were an ally or enemy, all he wanted to do was come and help, despite it being in his nature to usually let others suffer.

He eventually made his way through the trees, only to find your, yet again, asleep body covered in leaves with your legs still crushed beneath the large tree. He didn't exactly see how you couldn't push it off you, leading to him doubting if you were actually strong enough to do so.

Within a few minutes he had got the tree off of you and pushed it well out the way, trying to get you up but only for you to let out another screech of pain, meaning that he had to let you rest back again.

"My apologies... What's your name?" He asked softly.

"(Y/N)..." You reply before wincing in pain, looking down at your crushed legs.

"(Y/N)... I'm going to pick you up, okay?" He asked for permission to help you, which somewhat astounded you.

You nod to him and he gently slips his hands under your arms, shooting up into the air in such a fashion that you didn't even feel yourself getting moved. "Wh-What's your name...?"

"Yuma... And I'm going to help you."