Femboy RWBY x Male Reader [COMPLETED]

Not A Normal School

(Okay, so the rules for this are all girls are femboys, and all guys are just guys... apart from like, three. This is for shits n' giggles)

3rd person pov

Taking a deep breath a teen stood at the entrance to Beacon, placing his hands on his hips in order to attempt to hype himself up. Of course, hearing people screaming at eachother along with an explosion in the distance didn't help at all.

Y/N: I'm not ready for this

However feeling someone tap his shoulder from behind he jolted, slowly turning his head to see someone who wanted to go through the doors so he shrunk a bit and stepped out their way.

It was clear nervousness was overtaking him, but soon disgust did as he saw a guy throwing up in the trash. Turning his head away he ran his hands down his face, groaning into them.

With his back against the wall he slid down it, trying to get his rapidly beating heart to calm down and settle. Of course, this reflected on his face making him look like a nervous wreck who was barely holding himself together.

Y/N: I can't do this... I wanna go home...

?: You came all the way here, why give up now?

Upon hearing the voice his eyes darted upwards a bit, spotting a pair of legs that slowly crept up to a gladiator looking guy who had feminine features, wearing their long red hair in a tightly tied bun.

?: Come on, we'll do it together

He offered a hand to the teen who hesitated, slowly reaching out only to be suddenly yanked to his feet, servery underestimating the strength of this person and their odd frame.

?: I'm Pyrrh

Y/N: Oh, uh... Y/N

Upon hearing his name they snickered a bit but covered their own mouth, trying to act like they weren't laughing to try and save his feelings, but the dejected look just wanted across Y/N's face once more.

Pyrrh: I-I'm sorry, that was rude... pfft

To try and no longer hear anymore potential laughter Y/N rushed past Pyrrh and walked inside, his arms crossed tightly over his chest while staring at the ground, attempting to figure out why his name was so funny to the male, or very feminine male.

Despite being feminine, Pyrrh still has greater muscle definition then he did, most likely why he was able to be pulled up so well but that only made Y/N feel worse about himself.

Timeskip

After a very odd assembly where an old looking guy and a... woman, man? Person in a button up shirt and pencil skirt gave an announcement everyone made their way over to the hall to sleep.

Setting up a spot for himself Y/N slowly sat down and relaxed, letting out a quiet breath as he placed a hand over his heart, having managed to calm down for the most part.

Despite this his eyes slowly assessed everyone else in the hall, having a hard time figuring out a few things. One of them was why were so many guys here very slim and almost petite looking?

Moving his hand off his chest he began to lay on his side, using his arm as a pillow only to feel it resting on something really smooth and sliky. And that began to move, with a shadow standing over him.

His gaze began to creep upwards, spotting a  guy with long blonde hair and purple eyes. Said gaze went down to his arm, able to see he'd caught a few hairs and accidently pulled them out when laying down.

Sitting up quickly he held his hands up apologetically as the guy started to rear a fist back, being stupidly defensive about some hair but suddenly they were held back by someone from behind them.