3rd POV
Y/N ran to the lab, struggling to get his left arm through his jacket sleeve, breathing heavily as he pushed through people to try and get to work on time.
Y/N opened the door to see Norman standing, his arms crossed with disappointment covering his face.
Norman: Y/N.....I cant keep doing this.
Y/N: I know I messed up, it wo-
Norman: please don't.....I've heard it too many times. Listen.....I like you, you're smart....but this isn't going to work.
Y/N: Professor Osborn please.
Norman: Y/N....you're fired, please leave your lab coat here.
Y/N sighed as he took off the lab coat and placed it on the table next to Norman. Norman places his arm on Y/N before letting out a deep breath.
Norman: listen Y/N.....you're a good kid, smart and excel in countless ways...but I have to let you go. This constant tardiness, you seem like you're drifting along with doing work as well. Get everything together, this job is obviously very stressful right now for you...go back to your dorm and rest, study for those tests or something.
Y/N nodded before walking through the exit of the lab and walked back to his dorm.

Timeskip

Y/N walked into his dorm and locked the door behind him. He put his hands to his head, he felt himself getting a bad headache as his blood pressure shot through the roof, his face becoming red with rage. He slid down his wall and continued holding his head, trying to keep it together.
Y/N: calm down Y/N....
He stood back up and went against another wall. Y/N leaned up against the wall in his dorm, he let out an angered yell before hitting his bathroom door and putting a hole in it.
Y/N: Shit!
He pulled his hand from the door, before the sound of knocking was heard. He quickly grabbed a poster and shot a web to cover up the hole, before opening his door.
Y/N: can I help yo- uh.
?????: hi....my name is Blake....I'm with Team RWBY, we heard the screaming and I was the one who picked the short straw. Is everything alright?
Y/N: yeah....I'm fine....thanks.
He then closed the door and went to the ground, feeling great shame in his throat. His scroll began to vibrate, it was Yuri. He grabbed his scroll and answered, his rage still in his voice.
Y/N: Hello?
Yuri: I need you to swing by Toomes Aeronautical University
Y/N: isn't that the super rich school where people from all over the world go to become pilots?
Yuri: you know it?
Y/N: yeah I hate it, why do I need to swing by?
Yuri: you ok? You normally don't ask these questions, it's usually a "I got it" or "spider cop is in the way"
Y/N: just a lot on my mind. I'll be over there as soon as I can.
Yuri: when you're done....come by the PD so we can talk.
Y/N: what is it that needs me over there though?
Yuri: some students called, they made mention that Toomes was heard yelling and throwing things, along with the sound of a rocket in his office.
Y/N: a rocket? Like something a soldier would use in war?
Yuri: no, I mean a RASA rocket.
Y/N: damn....alright I'm heading over now, keep your boys and girls on stand by, if they light their sirens it will give him enough time to hide things.