Churlish Love [yandere x reader]

Education Advised

As soon as you got home, you expected to be berated by your parents for the detention, but instead, you were met with a strong, "You will have a tutor to make sure you don't fall behind again."

You assumed that this was a warning of sorts, in your parents' ever so lovely way of putting it, that if you got another detention, you were going to Hell.

I mean, it was only a tutoring program, how much homework could you get?

A lot, too much, infact.

God, if only you hadn't gotten too little sleep, then this demon would've never dragged you into its claws and held you close, with indomitable strength and the flames scorching your back no matter how much you plead.

But it was whatever, I mean, you honestly expected your tutor to be some middle aged citizen who was an English teacher 30 years ago but now works part time due to their pention being too little in this economy.

In actuality, it was someone your age! He seemed really studious though, even still, you were surprised he seemed younger than you.

When you first headed in, you didn't exactly expect much. Heading to a suburban home, didn't exactly scream the kind of intense tutoring that your parents continously drilled into your head to do.

But nevertheless, as soon as you met your tutor, you were eternally greatful to your parents. Not a boomer? Check. Not mean? Check. Not inpatient? Check.

But as all dreams eventually end, your thoughts came crashing down shortly after, following suit after your gut-wrenching fantasy of 'kind' tutoring.

As soon as he introduced himself as Ezekiel, your stomach began to churn, as the hopes of a lovely little lesson rolled away like a vague mirage.

But he was patient and understanding, at the least, but that didn't forgive for the copious 10 page homework due for tommorow! .. plus essay. You think that dying sounds like a lovely alternative but anyhow you digress.

On one hand, it's the first lesson, would he really be that mad? On the the other hand, study study study!

Is life truly this boorish?
Am I meant to study, then waste my life in a corporate job where I lose all my dreams and passions and become a bland slab of a human just like how everyone else is getting churned into equally dull slabs?

Life is so fun to think about when procrastinating!! F*ck, you were going to be absolutely boned tomorrow if you didn't do this tonight, you didn't trust your alarm clock, or even yourself to wake up in good time to do this.

Better now, than never? Or as your parents say, if you don't study now, you'll get a job at a call centre and waste your life thinking about what your life could've been like if you had only studied! Har har har...

After a while, your hands wearily wrote the answers as your brain was put into a state of overdrive for the umpteenth time of day, whoops, actually first time, as midnight had crept around the clock and sprang onto you. Oh well, at least you only had a few pages left?

A few pages?

There was more content on here than all the other sheets combined.

Yay, school.

When you rose to face the morning, your body grumble and complained, feeling like glass that could break at every possible inconvenience, lovely, just what you needed!

As you walked to school, running into Yumi along the way, you bore witness to her early-morning curiosity , and lack of subtly.

"Hey hey Y/N! Woa, your eyebags look horrible! Did you have a test today or something? Anyways, how's life been? It feels like ageesss" *she makes a larger-than life hand expression while saying this* "Right? So, watcha been up to?"