Glynda's p.o.v.

It's finally the end of the school day. Thank Monty. For some reason, this day has been particularly frustrating. Especially with, surprise surprise, Cardin and his team. As the last students make their way out of my class, I organize my papers and get ready to head out myself.

Glynda: 'I wonder what (y/n) is doing?'

After pondering it for a moment, I deside to give him a little visit... Unfortunately, it's nearly impossible to know where the hell he is most of the time. Even though he usually teaches outside, I'll check his class room just in case. If that fails, then his room. If he's not there either, I'll just as Noir if he knows where he is.

Walking through the halls, I am greeted by the occasional passing student. Continuing with my little journey, I think back to the past few days since our little... date I guess you would call it. After that night, we have been spending more time together. Just like old times...

Anyway, after a few minutes of walking, I stand outside of (y/n)'s classroom. Taking the chance, I knock on the door and see if he will answer.

(Y/n): "mumble" Yeah.

He's actually here? I honestly thought he would be off somewhere else. Roaming the town or terrorizing the students with his semblance. None the less, I open the door and step inside the nearly empty class. Just me and (y/n) seated at his desk. It looks like he has some papers scattered across the desk in front of him. What catches my attention, however, is that (y/n) seems to be just staring off into space.

Glynda: Hello, (y/n).

(Y/n): Hey.

Glynda:...

Ok, something is definitely wrong here. Knowing him, he would have made a paragraph long greeting involving breasts, vibrators, and pizza. Now, he's just sitting there looking like he's having a miled midlife crisis.

Glynda: Is... something wrong?

(Y/n): Hmm? Oh, naw. Just, you know... deep in thought.

Glynda: About?

(Y/n): Noir.

All right, now this is scaring me.

Glynda: Did he do something? What happened?

(Y/n): No no, he's fine. As far as I've seen, his grades are fantastic. Even in subjects I barely passed by the skin of my dick when I was a student. He's making some good friends. Helping out when he can. Honestly, even if those weren't the case, I couldn't ask for a better son.

He sports a small smile on his lips as he praises his child. And yet, there's still something wrong.

Glynda: But you still look troubled. (Y/n), you can tell.

I make my way over next to him and place my hand on his shoulder to comfort him the best I can. He looks up to me before looking down at his desk. Obviously not caring about the papers.

(Y/n): It's kind of a dumb reason to get worked up over, but... You remember how I adopted Noir, right? Found him in Menagerie scavenging for food.

Glynda: I remember.

(Y/n): Well, every so often, this thought pops up in my head. This one little thought that makes me stop in my tracks and completely ruins my day just thinking about it.

Glynda: Which is?

(Y/n): When I first found him, he was hiding from me after he was digging through garbage looking for food. He had a black eye and one of his arms were bruised to all hell. When I even mentioned about finding his family, he was on the verge of tears. Begging me not to bring him back to them.

I remember him telling me that. And I don't think I'll ever forget such a thing. The mere thought of anyone hurting a child is just revolting.

(Y/n): I tried everything I could to help Noir live a better life after that, trying to become a father figure and a decent role model to learn from. So far, I've done a pretty good job... And that's where the thought comes from. The what if that scares me as a parent now a days. What I'm getting at is this. Noir, this boy that I love as any parent should for their child, who I have raised to the fine young adult he is now, from Menagerie...

His eyes become glisten with the first sign of tears.

(Y/n):... What would have become of that scared little boy if I never found him in that alley all those years ago? That's the thought that keeps haunting me every time I think about it. Heh. Listen to me. I've killed Grimm that can wipe out towns in minutes, toppled terrorist organizations, fought against experienced Huntsmen, and endured Ozpin's hissy fit without a care in the world! And yet the very thought of leaving Noir back then with... with his...

I lean in and embrace him in a hug. Silencing him from finishing his sentence.

Glynda: I understand what you're getting at. But you have nothing to fear from the what ifs. You've raised a remarkable young man who has a bright future ahead of him. You of all people should never have to worry about what could have happened, and focus on what has happened and what comes next.

He soon returns the hug and buries his head in my shoulder. We savor this quiet moment for a few more seconds before I finally speak up.

Glynda:... Sooooooo, Noir's a faunus?

(Y/n):......... Shit, that was suppose to be a secret.

We break off from the hug and look back at each other.

Glynda: My lips are sealed. But why are the two of you keeping it a secret anyway? The way I see it, neither one of you would care what anyone would think of Noir's actual race.

He opens his mouth to answer, but stops as he looks over to the nearby clock on the wall.

(Y/n):... That is a question for another day. Right now, I need to torture some stu-tutor. Tutor some students in the training yard.

I give him an annoyed look in have my question dodged.

(Y/n): Oh don't give that look like I just denied you the 'D'! We'll come back to this discussion after today. Promise.

Glynda: "sigh" Very well. I'll see later then.

(Y/n): See ya.

He gathers his papers and soon disappears using his semblance.

*bamf*

I stand there looking at the spot he was just standing a second ago. A smile slowly appears on my face. Even if he is an absolute maniac, there's no denying that he is an amazing father. I begin to walk to the door until I feel something... off about my chest. I grab a hold of my bosom and shift them around for a moment before realizing it.

Glynda:....... Son of a bitch stole my bra! AGAIN!

How the hell does he even do that?!

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