Beacon. A school where young men and women could learn to become Huntsmen. One of the best schools in all of the land where only the best and brightest-

*Door Slams open*

???: What up bitches?!

*Sighs* That of course was none other than Y/N L/N. A young man who "gave no fucks" and did as he pleased as he rudely barged into his battle class... fifteen minutes late.

Glynda: *groans in frustration* Mr. L/N you're late once again.

Y/N: Yeah yeah, good to see you too GoodBitch.

Glynda: Mr.-

Y/N: *smirks* Aren't you supposed to be in the middle of teaching a class?

That caused Ms. Goodwitch to open and close her mouth like a fish, until she just grunted in frustration and went back to teaching.

Y/N: Geez, get laid if you're that pissy. * turns to his "classmates"* Speaking of which~...*takes a seat* Hey team Booby.

Weiss: *irritated* For the last time you dunce, it's RWBY not Booby.

Y/N: Gee thanks for the short lesson snow drop, but last time I checked I still didn't give a fuck what you're team name was~.

As this started to anger the Schnnee heiress even further, Y/N mere leaned back, put his hands behind his head and chuckle. Looks like this was going to be one of those days for The Rebel of Beacon.

A/N: That's Y/N

[Bad Boy Male Reader x RWBY]

Description: "I could spit two shits about Beacon or becoming a Huntsman. I give no F#$&!, I give no Ohm-Damns. I F#$&! and I party, and I only do the second if I have any energy left after doing the first." ... Those were the exact words that Y/N L/N used on his resume for Beacon...and somehow he still got in.