a dumbass gets isekai'd: the novella

prologue

italicized text=yuu's thoughts
<text that is like this=text messages

credits to Shell_BB and the twisted wonderland fandom website for translations :D

I'm so fucking tired, can't believe I have to go to work after this.

Yuu sat slumped in their desk feeling like a pile of mush, while their teacher continued to babble on about something they couldn't care less about. Why was today such a drag? It seemed as if every inconvenient thing was thrown their way.

This morning, they slept through their alarm. And when they were rushing to their class, people decided it would be great to walk slower than molasses and talk smack dab in the middle of the hallways.

Then, they took a few quizzes that they probably failed, had a dry ass chicken sandwich for lunch, went to a few more classes they didn't really remember, narrowly avoided a school fight, and now they were here.

"Yuu."

Yuu's head snapped up to their teacher, who was staring at them. Crap.

"Do you know the answer to my question?"

"Um..." Yuu felt their face grow warm. "Can you repeat the question again, please?"

"Pay attention next time." the teacher said, before picking on a student who had their hand raised.

Yuu quietly scoffed. I was gonna try to answer.

They felt someone nudge them. It was their childhood friend, Oliver Ellis. He was probably the only person in the school that Yuu really hung out with.

He leaned over and whispered, "What is going on? We've never talked about this stuff before."

Yuu ducked their head a little to whisper back. "You're asking me that? I haven't been fully conscious for the entire day."

They sighed and laid their head on the table as their professor pulled down a map and began rambling again.

Yuu had found their mental health declining ever since the start of highschool. It was hard to wake up in the morning, and when they did they felt like a walking corpse for the rest of the day. Oliver had to practically drag them from class to class. Then they had to go to work so they could get yelled at by some entitled asswipe because their highly specific order had a slight error.

Nothing really excited them anymore. Hobbies were forgotten about, any clubs or sports they tried were seen as a burden by the end of the week, and they had multiple missing assignments due to their loss of motivation.

When was the last time they cleaned their room? Washed the dishes? Did they shower today, or did they forget again? All the days were overlapping.

And the stress, oh god, the stress. Their hands had scars and scratches from all the skin picking and scratching they did. They had to hold in their scream whenever their science teacher squirted a blob of hand sanitizer in their hand before an experiment. Just last week they counted their missing assignments, which resulted in them crying and throwing up. Literally. Their parents kept bugging them about college too, which didn't help.

Sometimes they'd lay awake at night and wish they were in some kind of fantasy world, where they could start over. Would things be different? Perhaps they wouldn't have burnt out this bad.

The teacher suddenly clapped his hands. "Alright class, get into groups of two and start working!"

A worksheet was handed to them. Shoot, did they blank out again? They looked over at Oliver.