Trust Issues [Twisted Wonderland Various x Yuji!Reader]

Chapter 4

(Y/n) let out a small yawn as he sat at one of the tables, his lack of sleep overriding his excitement for the class. "Getting tired on the first day of class, huh?" Crewel asked as he entered the classroom. "Gah- N-No sir!" (Y/n) stammered as he quickly straightened his posture. "Good, I don't want any of my pups slacking in my class," Crewel said with a satisfied smirk.

"Nice one" Sukuna teased in (Y/n)'s mind, as his vessel hid his embarrassed face. "Shut up" (Y/n) grumbled lowly, only loud enough for Sukuna to hear. "Now then, my name is Divus Crewel, you may call me Master Crewel" Crewel introduced himself to the class. "Today, we are going to start with the basics," he said as he began his lecture.

"By that, I mean beating the names and distinguishing characteristics of one hundred herbs and poisons into your tiny brains," he said as he smacked a stick into his hand. (Y/n) visibly wilted in his seat, as he could hear Sukuna cackling at his misery. "The mycelia are another matter. But eventually, I'm hoping you'll be able to take a walk without putting anything poisonous into your gaping maws," Crewel continued, as he walked around the classroom.

(Y/n) sweatdropped at Crewel's words, knowing he might've done that a few times. But, that shouldn't matter! He's resistant to any and all poisons, thanks to Sukuna! "That's not an excuse to eat anything you think is edible!" Sukuna retorted, earning a scowl from his vessel. "Quiet, I'm focusing on class" (Y/n) hissed as he glared to the side.

A loud smack on his table caused him to jolt slightly, as Crewel hovered over him. "You better pay attention, little pup. Unless you want to be left behind, like a stray" he scolded (Y/n). "But, we both don't want that, as I will not abide a single student failing this class. Expect to be drilled accordingly" he continued as he walked back to the front of the class.

"So... Does anyone know what a mycelia is?" Deuce asked in a hushed tone, as he looked to Grim, Ace, and (Y/n). "I've never been one for like, memorizing what things are, ya know?" Ace whispered back. "All I care about is how to tell the yummy plants from the yucky ones" Grim whispered honestly.

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The second class wasn't any better, (Y/n) could feel his consciousness slipping every minute, and the class hadn't even started yet. "I am your History of Magic teacher, Mozus Trein, and this is my familiar, Lucius" Trein introduced himself blandly. "You are here to learn the rich history of magic, and how it has sculpted the world which you now so easily take for granted" he explained to the class.

"I'm not even from this world! Why should I learn this?!" (Y/n) internally complained as he leaned his head onto his hand. "I grade based on classroom behavior as well as the quality of work. Don't let me catch you sleeping" Trein said as he eyed (Y/n). Noticing the stare, (Y/n) quickly shuffled to a better sitting position and smiled innocently at his professor.

"Open your books to page fifteen" Trein ordered, as he rolled his eyes at (Y/n)'s antics. "This section concerns the Magestones discovered in the Dwarf's Mine..." He lectured, droning on and on. (Y/n) quickly lost the professor at Magestone, as the lecture drowned in white noise, too tired to give much care about the lecture. From next to him, he can briefly tell that he wasn't the only one bored of the class.

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Third class, P.E., a sport (Y/n) knows he's good at, if we weren't part of the Ocult Club, back in Middle School, he would've been an athlete. "I'm Coach Vargas, and physically educating your feeble little bodies is my responsibility. Great sorcery begins with a great physique! Behold the muscles you can build with a diet of raw eggs!" Vargas said as he flexed his arm.

"I already hate him" Sukuna snarled in (Y/n)'s mind, as he glared at the coach from (Y/n)'s cheek. "I mean... At least he's got the spirit?" (Y/n) reasoned with a shrug. "A great mage needs a great physical constitution! So gimme twenty laps, and a hundred push-ups!" Vargas demanded, earning a small groan from the class.