Bittersweet Reverie-RWBY x OC (Original Character)

Chapter 8. Realism

An entire semester had gone by. I was left with nothing to do as the break started. I stood in the administration room, along with Ms. Glynda, reviewing the files and progress of the first years.

Flaws, weaknesses, strengths, abilities. I read through them all. The future was bright for the Vytal Tournament.

"Ms. Glynda, who is Ironwood?" I only knew him through the show, but not personally.

She froze, scowling, but she calmed down as she handed me a chair, and we sat down to talk.

"Ironwood is a hard person to describe. His actions are strict and stern, but despite his steel body, his heart is gold. He takes action rather than turns a blind eye to it. He's a good person, I must say. I admire his character," Glynda responded.

"How romantic," I voiced.

Glynda's cheeks flushed a deep red, and she quickly composed herself, clearing her throat. "Ahem, well, it's not like that," she stammered, trying to regain her usual stern demeanor. "Ironwood is a colleague and a respected leader. Nothing more."

I couldn't help but smirk, "Sure, sure. So, what makes him such a good leader in your eyes?"

Glynda sighed, "James Ironwood is a man of principle. He believes in protecting the people and doing what's right, even when it's difficult. His methods may be harsh, but his intentions are always for the greater good. He's faced many challenges and has always come out stronger.

"Sounds like he's someone you can rely on.

"Indeed," Glynda replied, "In these times, having someone like Ironwood on our side is invaluable. But enough about him. We should focus on the task at hand."

Headmaster Ozpin entered the room. "It's no good to stuff yourself in work, Kaiser. Blake, Nora, and Ren are still on campus. Why don't you go relax with them?"

"I guess... I'll take my leave then," I responded, "Sorry, Professor Glynda."

"Don't worry, I'll deal with everything," she responded.

Entering the commons, it felt cozy as the room was surrounded by the fireplace's warm glow and the loving smell of tea.

Blake is lounging on the couch, immersed in a novel. Ren is serenely preparing tea, filling the room with a soothing aroma. Nora is reminiscing about our past adventures over the semester.

Then, all of them noticed my presence and greeted me.

"It's good to see you, Lucius," Ren said, "Do you want some tea."

"Sure, thank you."

"Indeed," Blake added, "I didn't know you were still here. Shouldn't you be with your famil-"

Nora immediately came to shut up Blake by placing her hand over hers, "Haha, let's change the topic?"

"It's fine, Nora. I may not be too fond of my family, but I don't hate them, in fact I'm actually grateful to them for my abilities. They have this project where they attempt to create the perfect human through genetic modifications and arranged marriages. They believe that emotions are weaknesses, so my upbringing focused on being efficient and logical, with little emphasis on feelings. They "encouraged" me to undergo Huntsman training because they viewed it as the ultimate test of my abilities despite the risk but it's what allowed me to get this far. This has been a long-standing tradition in our family—similar to an intense family game night, but with more swords and fewer board games," I explained, seemingly trying to make it more lighthearted.

"I can't believe your family would do something like that. It's just wrong," Ren expressed.

Nora grabbed my shoulder. "That's so unfair! How could they treat you like some kind of experiment?"