To mend what is broken (RWBY x father reader)

4- Class is in session

Noir's p.o.v.

After initiation, I went to my own dorm and rest up for classes. Once I woke up and got ready, heading to class, I start thinking about what I heard earlier. Apparently Professor Port was moved to a different class to make room for a new teacher. Anyway, I make it to my first class and see a few other students seated. Some of them I recognize, others I have no clue of. I just take a seat in the front and overhear some of the conversation.

Student1: And then she said that I said that he said-

Student2: You know, for a hardass, Glynda is pretty hot-

Student3: Did you hear we are getting a new teacher?

Student4: Yeah. Speaking of which, where the heck is the teacher? I say if they don't show up in the next 15 minutes, we're legally allowed to leave.

Student3: Well, I heard that this teacher is a former Huntsman from Vacuo.

Noir:... 'That's just a coincidence.'

Student3: And that he is a sort of brawler slash inventor kind of guy.

Noir: 'A lot of people are like that.'

Student3: Also his name is (y/n) (l/n).

Noir: 'Fuck.'

Ok, so my dad is going to be teaching here?... No disrespect for my father, but the man is not the slightest bit merciful when it comes to training. He made learn how to kill a Creep by experience at the age of twelve with a rusty pocket knife for crap sake! He gave me a sawed off for my 14th birthday for whatever reason. As cool as it was, I still think a dog would have been better in the end.

In short, I can probably handle what he has in store. Not so sure about everyone else.

Student4: Well, I'm leaving.

Student3: Oh come on, dude.

He starts walking to the door and grabs the door knob. Just then the door swings open, knocking him over to the side.

Ruby: We made it!

Teams RWBY and JNPR make their way to the seats as the student trying leave just got back up with a groan and reaches for the door knob again.

Student4: Ok... once more onto the brea-

The door once again swings open and hits him, but this time it sends him flying half way across the room. A familiar man wearing casual clothes and black gauntlets walks into the class and over to the desk while carrying a duffle bag.

3rd p.o.v.

(Y/n): Sit down, shut the fuck up! My name is Professor (y/n) (l/n), and I'm going to make your lives a living hell for the next four years... Oh hi, Noir!

He steps over the unconscious student and sets his bag on the table. Once he does, he glances over to Noir and notices his sunglasses and folded ears. For a split second his eyes flick over to his right. Possibly to a certain other family member of Noir's.

(Y/n):... Let me point something out for all of you. From this day forward, you will not be receiving homework in my class.

Everyone: Woohoo!

Weiss: Augh.

Noir: Wait for it.

(Y/n): You will , however, be graded on your capability and efficiency in certain combat scenarios . Think of this as an advance combat class only this time it has an actual impact on your future. Alsoyoumightdie. Now! Before we begin, do any of you have any questions?