Is it really that time, again? (G-man male reader x RWBY)

Chapter 11: The Lesson

(Glynda POV)

Unlike our gracious headmaster, I wasn't so welcoming of our newest co-worker. Don't get me wrong, he had a likeable personality, knowledgeable in his subjects. While he was a little immature at times, his words held great wisdom. But it wasn't any of those that made me weary of him.

It was his eyes, the way he talked about his almost impossible to research backstory. He portrayed himself to be a fool but knew everything there was to know about something. Talking with him was an unholy union comfortability and weariness at the same time.

I heavily protested against Ozpin's plan to include him in our war against the queen, because I felt that I wasn't interacting with another person, but an alien. Port, Oobleck, and even Peach told me their accounts of the man, Mr L/N. Each one wasn't all that positive.

So imagine my surprise when the Headmaster assigned me to assist young Y/N in his duties, and tutor him on how to operate here. I would even have him accompany me in combat lessons to educate the students. Whether participating in the spars themselves or critiquing those who had failed.

At first I was objective to such a proposal, but then I came to realize this was exactly what I needed. To be so close to him, I would be able to discover what my colleagues could not, and truly know if our newest team member was who he said he was.

My first opportunity would come soon, with the first day of the school year for our freshman. I messaged Y/N on my scroll to meet up at the classroom/arena soon. I got a reply almost instantly, which was a little off-putting because his reply was multiple paragraphs. Well, it doesn't matter.

I just hope he gets here soon and isn't doing anything stupid.

(Y/N POV)

I was late. Late with my introduction with Goodwitch.

Haha laugh it up. I know. The man with near infinite knowledge and control over spacetime was always late for everything. Well that's what I want them to think. If I portray myself weaker and more ignorant than others, less attention would be on me.

Which is what I would say if I wanted to make you look stupid. I am late for a lot of things, but honesty? I was always like this in my old life. I get distracted easily a lot, okay! And this time, I had a distraction that was worth my attention.

Music, I loved music. In my old life, it was one of the only things that could calm me down, allow me to relax. Remnant's musical library, while having it's fair share of greatest hits and prominent artists, didn't really appeal to me. So I made an effort to gather all the songs I left behind and put it one huge playlist so I could enjoy some familiarity during my time here.

Thanks to my, "abilities," this whole process barely took longer than a minute. I made sure to keep it on my private scroll, and lock it just in case.

Speaking of my scroll, I just received multiple messages, each from "high priority targets." One from Cinder requesting another meeting, several from Roman about updates pertaining to our operation, and another from Goodwitch asking me again where I was.

Looks like I've been absent from too long, guess I need to take the express route.

I'll do my session with my fellow professor, then patch things up with Cindy. After that I'll take Raven out on that dat- OUTING, I'll take her to hang out, AS FRIENDS.

(Cinder's POV)

My newest accomplice was, intriguing, to say the least. Many men and women either came to fear me, or respect me.