To mend what is broken (RWBY x father reader)

9-Close calls and blue balls

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.