Another day, another lunch break for the students. Noir grabs his plate of food, spicy chicken sandwich with a side of baked potato, and scans for an open seat through his sunglasses. He spots teams RWBY and JNPR at a table. Thinking it over, he's hung out with them long enough to openly sit with them and not make it awkward. He walks over and takes a seat between Ren and Pyrrha.

Noir: Sup.

Jaune: Hi Noir.

Yang: Heeey~

Noir: Reel it back a bit, Yang. Hold up.

He looks across the table and sees that two members are not present.

Noir: Where's Ruby and Blake?

Weiss: Professor (l/n) called them in after class to talk to them about 'Ruby's lack of muscle mass' and 'Blake's tendency to coward out of a fight'.

Noir: Hah!

Weiss: Which got me thinking. Noir, you're Professor (l/n)'s son, right?

Noir: What, did the last name not give it away? Yes, he is my dad.

Weiss: Well, in all honesty, I don't see that much of a resemblance.

Noir: First off, rude. Secondly, of course there's no resemblance. I'm adopted.

That seem to have caught everyone else at the table off guard. Noir simply takes a bite out of his sandwich.

Noir: Mmmh. This is good.

Jaune: Wait. You were adopted?

Noir: No, Jaune. I was born from one family and excepted by another. *munch*

Nora: Sooooooo, you lived mostly with your dad, Professor (l/n), in Vacuo?

Noir: Well, back in Menager-... 'FUCK! Damn you, delicious spicy chicken!'

Pyrrha: Mmmmenagerie?

Noir: 'Think fast, dumbass!' Er-yes! My previous family, a bunch of assholes, one day just dumped me on Menagerie and never came back. I never knew why. 'Thank you, improv.'

Pyrrha: Oh my, that's horrible!

Noir: Yep. Luckily for me, one day dad, my new one, arrived for some sort of business trip or whatever. Found me in an alley looking for food, and just swooped me away to a better life. Never thought about my old family ever since.

Yang: You poor thing.

Noir: Honestly, it's the best thing to ever happen to me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have this yummy samich to devour.

He takes a large bite out of it to prevent himself from talking any more. The rest just discuss other random topics. Like classes or pancakes. Probably pancakes. Like crêpe.

[Location: Hallways]

(Y/n)'s p.o.v.

After lecturing Ruby and Blake to 'git gud' I suddenly get the strange craving for pancakes. Like crêpe.

Glynda: Hello, (y/n).

Speaking of foreign cuisines, I wouldn't mind seeing Glynda in an Atlas maid outfit! I see her walking down from the other side of the hall. We meet halfway and begin a round of conversations.

(Y/n): Hey, Glynda. I see that you're still able to walk even after I reshaped all four of your holes last week.

And immediately she sports a red tint on her cheeks from that one sentence. She punches me in the shoulder with little effect.

Glynda: Shhh! Not while on school grounds! Or off school grounds. Or anywhere that's accessible to the public.

(Y/n): Never gonna happen. Anywho, what's happenin'? I just finish lecturing some students on combat tactics.

(Ten minutes ago)

(Y/n): You all SUCK!

(Now)

Glynda: Well, everything was going all right... Until Cardin and his team started becoming distractful in class. Honestly, how they made it to Beacon is a mystery. They kept boasting about their superiority in class, even when two of them lost miserably in sparring. "Sigh" I swear, sometimes I actually want to bash their heads in!

(Y/n): I think it's hot when you talk like that... You're a little stressed out, right?

She reaches a hand up to her shoulder and rubs it.

Glynda: Like you wouldn't believe.

(Y/n): Well, how about we head up to your room. I give you a little shoulder rub and...

I lean in to her ear and whisper a quick suggestion before stepping back with a smirk. A new level of red spreads on her face. Her eyes growing wide.

Glynda: (y-y/n)!

(Y/n): Oh come on! Like you've ever refused.

Glynda: "ahem" W-well, tempting as it is, it would take too long.

(Y/n): And that is why God invented the quickie!

Velvet: What's a quickie?

The sudden appearance of the rabbit faunus causes Glynda and I to jump a little.

(Y/n): Monty python cock! Wear a bell!

Velvet: S-sorry!

After a moment to compose ourselves, Glynda looks over to the student.

Glynda: Yes, miss Scarlatina, is there something you need?

Velvet: Professor Glynda, I wanted to talk to you about taking the extra credit for your class if it's possible.

(Y/n): Is there a way that you could wait for like ten, twenty minutes?

Glynda: Actually, I have some time to help.

(Y/n): wut.

Glynda: (y/n), it would be irresponsible of me to not help a student in need.

(Y/n): B-ba-bw-but-

The two take their leave as I continue to stutter like a dumbass. They walk around a corner and leave me by myself.

(Y/n):..... And I'm at half mast as well. God dammit.

I turn around and make my way to the nearest bathroom I can find in this crap hole of a school.

3rd p.o.v.

[Location: Generic abandoned warehouse]

Adam Taurus walks back and forth in the dusty managers office, waiting for the results of the recent dust robbery. Standing in a dark corner is a faunus wearing a black trench coat and a White Fang mask covering his whole head as he waits for orders. After wondering what is taking so long, or why he didn't bring a phone, the door opens as a White Fang soldier steps in.

Adam: Finally. What do you have to report?

W.F.S.: Another successful heist, sir.

Adam: Good. Anything else?

W.F.S.: Y-yes. One of our soldiers took this photo a few days ago. They were running from the police, so they're now bringing it in.

He hands the photo to Adam. The photo reveals (y/n) carrying Glynda bridal style as she chugs down a bottle of wine.

Adam:..... Son of a BITCH!

The outburst catches the stranger's attention. He walks over and stands to by his leader. Adam flips the picture over and reveals the two.

Adam: (y/n) motherfucking (l/n). Of course he'd be here... Peru, I want you to deal with him. By any means necessary.

Peru: And the woman?

Adam: Some five dollar hooker. I don't care. Just. Kill. Him.

Peru grabs the photo and takes his leave. As he heads for the exit of the warehouse, walking pass several White Fang soldiers stock piling, he looks at the picture. Focussing intently on (y/n).

Peru:.... I've got you now, you sister fucking human fuck.

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