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When Cardin first started to blackmail him, Jaune kind of figured it would only be Cardin involved. He wasn't really sure what to expect, probably just to be a gopher, but he thought about it that night. Considered how Cardin might make him humilate himself, perhaps by making Jaune dance on the tables during lunch. Nothing humilating ever came. Sometimes Cardin had him act as a gopher, but it wasn't in an overly complicated way like he was Cardin's intern but more like he just saw Jaune as an extra set of hands.

No, even that doesn't seem quite right. Perhaps it's more like what Sky said. That, rather than being where he's supposed to be, Jaune is a member of team CRDL. It makes him feel guilty in a way he can't quite explain. Mostly because he doesn't exactly hate being here. He just knows he shouldn't be. But he sighs and breathes because it's not exactly like he has a choice. After all, Cardin is blackmailing him, isn't he? So he stays with team CRDL.

"Do you know anything about the history of the Great War?" Dove asks, sitting back in the chair. It's one of those poses that Jaune would expect to see Dove put his feet on the desk with, but Dove never does.

"It's why people have colour names?" Jaune offers with an awkward smile. History was never his best subject. It was his worst, actually. The dates and names just never stuck in his head and most of the facts just weren't interesting enough.

Dove sighs but doesn't seem suprised which is kind of worse. He sits up, pulling over an empty notebook rather than the textbook. It confuses Jaune, until Dove starts lecturing him. Like a teacher. Jaune blinks at Dove, confused, but Dove just gives him an expectant look and Jaune resigns himself to getting two lectures for each lesson.

At least Dove is easier to understand than Dr. Oobleck.

Russel looks up from what he's doing and Jaune follows suit, curious and maybe wary. Cardin is at the door. He doesn't usually join study sessions, doesn't even give Jaune any lessons like the others do. It's for the best, he doesn't want to learn anything from Cardin, anyway. "Are you joining us?"

"Someone has to make sure the room stays intact," Cardin says, sitting on the bed. Jaune subtly pushes the chair he'd started to pull over away.

Russel smiles despite the gruff response, moving his chair further away from Jaune's so Cardin can see between them. It's a little distracting, being watched by Cardin, but Jaune does his best to pay attention. Each time he glances back to the bed, he sees Cardin's eyes on him for just a moment before Cardin looks away.

It's the feeling of Cardin's eyes on him that has Jaune putting the wrong thing in and Russel rushing to the window in a burst of semblance-induced speed to let out the smoke suddenly filling the room. The three of them are coughing, Jaune's eyes burning. The air outside is fresh. It smells freshly cut even from so high up as he breathes it in.

"Next time we'll just balance a few equations," Russel says with a smile that Jaune thinks is directed more toward Cardin standing behind him.

"Yeah," Jaune agrees anyway.

When Jaune walks into team CRDL's dorm feeling tired and worn down, he's fully planning on simply collapsing onto whichever bed is closest. It doesn't matter whose it is, only that it's a flat surface he can collapse onto. Hopefully empty, but if he has to share he'll share. Instead, he pauses, staring at Cardin sitting hunched over the desk. "What are you doing?" Jaune asks and Cardin looks over with something that can't possibly be a startle.

"Editing." Cardin looks back at what Jaune now sees is a loose stack of papers as he walks closer. It looks like his own handwriting and Jaune frowns, remembering the essays for Professor Tahtinen.

"Why?"

Cardin doesn't look at him, but Jaune gets the distinct feeling the redhead is rolling his eyes at him. "So our grades aren't lowered by any stupid mistakes."

Even knowing how Cardin views Jaune in relation to the team, it's throwing to be included in their grades. He stares until Cardin looks back, cheeks flushed and expression annoyed. Huffing, Jaune decides to lie specifically on Cardin's bed. "Let me know what you find." Cardin hums in return.