RWBY X Male Reader but it's an Isekai harem book

Chapter 16: Kill The Rejection

"Yo," I know that voice. "I'd be hurt if you didn't."

What's up, Not?

"Oh, you know, stuff..." that's cryptic. "Yeah, I know. Anyway, got any more questions?"

"Why the hell am I a sword prodigy?"

"Goes best with your character model," Not shrugged.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"The body you inhabit would've been a sword user, so you're one too as to not mess up skill sets already put into the muscle fibers and genes- it's a really weird thing to explain," Not sighed.

"Okay, I'll take your word for it. Alright, next question. Where are we?"

"You're personal mindscape. All this grey stuff is Inergy and I can enter here because I am the origin of Inergy," how'd you? "I'm all-knowing when it comes to my creations."

"Right... so you already know how I-" "Die? Nope. I know a lot of things, but my creations, well, create their own story. You're completely in control of your destiny."

"Really? That's nice to know I guess."

"Oh, yeah, you should go visit your mum sometime soon. She misses you, Ya know?" Alright. I'll go tomorrow then. "Cool. Anyway, I'll see ya here after the tournament."

Narrator.

Y/N wakes up and yawns, looking out of a window before looking around for his sweater.

"Oh, there it is," Y/N spots it sitting on a chair in one of the corners of the room. "Huh, that wasn't there before. Huh, there's a note under it."

"Mine got angry and tried to blackmail you with this. Took care of it.

-Lubbo"

"Huh, thanks Lubbo, I'll have to buy him lunch or something one of these days," Y/N says before checking his scroll. "No messages, as expected." Y/N sighs heavily. "Am I a bad friend?"

"Objectively? Yes. Subjectively? Sometimes," Incursio pipes up after Y/N accidentally touched his blade.

"Oh, fuck off," Y/N walked away from Incursio.

"You know I'm right," Incursio says right before Y/N loses contact with him.

"That's why I'm not listening to you," Y/N says as he enters his bathroom.

Later.

Y/N and Lubbock are sitting in a café chatting.

"So, tell me again, why aren't you going to the dance?" Lubbock asks.

"Because I don't have a date nor reason to go," Y/N crosses his arms and leans back against the booth. "I don't gain anything from it other than maybe a dance with a mildly attractive girl."

"Well, who says you have to go with a girl? I'd say we're both comfortable with our sexualities, so why not go with me?" Lubbo asks Y/N who weighed his options. "Also, think of the babes we'll see."

"Eh, I'd rather go with Wave, but he's going with Yang," Y/N says with a sigh. "And the women here are awfully mediocre looking"

"HE'S WHAT!?!?" Lubbo asks, surprised. "She said she'd go with me if neither of us got dates!"

"You were gonna go with Yang? I thought you two hated each other," Y/N thoroughly deduced that the two hated each other by their interactions.