The sleeping ash. Black Butler various x reader

At midnight: The Butler, At School

*3rd pov*

"Darn. I'm going to be late." Ciel runs with a uniform, a medical eyepatch, a cookie on his mouth, and a black cat on his head. "P-Please wait!!" Ciel shouts and runs in time before the gates close. "I just made it..." Ciel pants as (Y/n) slumps on his head. "Meow." (Y/n) taps her paw at Ciel's forehead which he looks up to see the building.

[Weston College. A school established on the bank of the river thames. A prestigious public school and one of the best in all of England. Starting with the colossal, labyrinthine school building, its vast grounds also include... ...a solem gothic chapel, and four storied dormitories, or houses. Upholding tradition and bound by the strictest discipline, the all-male boarding school lifestyle and sophisticated education by way of an individualised curriculum yields true English gentlemen. Sparing no thought for the school's prohibitively expensive tuition, all aristocrats desire to have their sons matriculate to this school in order to obtain its vaunted status for themselves.]

'I have to start off on the right foot. I must keep my focus.' Ciel placed his top hat on and put (Y/n) on his shoulder. Ciel takes a step forward on the grass which causes students to look at him.

"Look...!"

"...!?" Ciel noticed their whispers.

"He just set foot on the lawn."

"He's not even one of the P4. What's he thinking!?"

'Persona 4?' (Y/n) thinks of the game she played.

"He also has a cat with him!?"

"This is unbelievable."

"He's got himself two 'Ys' for sure."

"I say! What in the w–" A student calls to Ciel. "Oh! Look!" Another student points in a different direction. "There they are! The P4—Perfect four!" Four good looking students walk by. The blond one spots Ciel on the lawn. "!" Ciel looks at him. The blond walks up to Ciel.

 "He's in for it now!"

"Poor chap."

"Serves him right."

The blond grabs Ciel's tie and his top hat falls down. 'Is he going to hit me...!?' Ciel braced himself. "Your tie is crooked." The blond adjusts Ciel's tie. "What is your name?" The blond asks. "Phantomhive." Ciel answers. "I've never heard of you." The blond said. "The headmaster did mention a new boy would be entering the Blue House, but... would that happen to be you?" The slick-back blond asks. "Yes." Ciel nods. "Article 48 of Weston College's school regulations– 'only perfects and those given prior permission by the perfects may traverse the lawn.' You could at least memorize the school rules before you enroll." The blue hair adjusts his glasses. "I apologize for my–" Ciel gets cut off. "Let's hurry up and get inside. It's much too bright out." The cutie walks past. (I have a favorite)

"Meow." (Y/n) yawns and nuzzles against Ciel's cheek. The P4 all look at the cat, mostly the cutie with the hood. "Eh?" Ciel looks confused. "You brought a cat?" The blond asks. "Yes." Ciel nods. "Article 26 of Weston College's school regulations– 'One shouldn't bring personal pets to school as it will receive an automated Y.' Care to explain?" Blue hair turns to Ciel. "Well, the headmaster allowed me to bring my service cat to Weston College." Ciel explained. "I see. Then if the headmaster allows it, it's fine." Slick-back blond hair nods. "C... C... Cat... no... Kitty. Must... pet... the... kitty..." The cutie with the hood mutters as he stares at (Y/n).

The blond pokes Ciel's forehead. "Watch your step next time... ...Phantomhive." The blond pets (Y/n) and the P4 walked away.

"You've got all the luck! You walked on the lawn and got off without so much as a slap on the wrist!" A cute boy with glasses nudges Ciel. "Wah!" Ciel shouts. "I'm MC-Millan. I'm in first form and in Blue House, just like you!" The cute boy hands Ciel's hat. "O-Oh, I see. By the way, what on earth is this 'P4' and 'Y' business I keep hearing about?" Ciel asks Millan. "A 'Y' is a penalty point. For each 'Y,' you're made to write a Latin poem a hundred times." Millan explains. "And 'P4'?" Ciel questions.