Garden of Thorns: Black Butler x Reader

6- Class (Ugh.)

The beast slowly arose, growling as it shed its skin. 

In reality, you were were yawning as the covers slipped off your shoulders. But knowing that today's a 'school' day for you, the morning was dipped in a filter of fear and a bit of anxiety. You were given a uniform to wear during your classes, which seemed pointless to you because full fledged reapers don't have to wear the exact same thing as everyone else. It was a boring black suit with loafers; obviously they didn't expect a female reaper anytime soon because it was fit for a man. You put on a very long trench coat on so no one would notice you're wearing male attire. You stepped in the London Department of Grim Reapers, a red headed ginger warned you. "You can't wear anything but exactly what they gave you for your classes."

You sheepishly asked, "Can't I just keep the coat on? I'm dressed like a man, you know.."

He wagged his finger. "Absolutely against the rules. I hear that Will is going to be your instructor today, and if I remember correctly you're on his bad side, so why make it worse for yourself? Now, take that coat off! I want to see how you look in it." You gave him the puppy eyes, but he still insisted. You gave in. He grabbed your coat and took a few steps back. "Hmm.." He twirled his finger. You spun yourself only once because it was a little embarrassing. He smiled. "Goodness, I think you look better in men's clothing than you do women's. You should wear it more often."

"That's just because you're into men. There's no way I could avoid hundreds of looks in public wearing this. I don't even know if I can avoid that here.."

"Pfft," Grell waved your worry away. "I don't get nasty looks for wearing make-up or-"

You joked to get back at him for making you embarrassed, "But that's completely irrelevant! You don't get looks at all. There's just nothing worth seeing."

He grimaced at you and was tempted to strangle you. Through his teeth, he said, "I'm trying to help you feel better. You're pretty ungrateful.."

"No, I'm just pretty." 

"Yeah, yeah.." He placed his hands on his hips. When he spoke, you noticed blush appear on his face. "Just get to class, kid.."

You looked at the time. You still had a few minutes left, but you figured being early and a perfect student would make it impossible for William to pick on you. You waved at Grell and headed to class. You weren't there alone, which you thought would make you feel better, but it was a little unsettling to you that most of the other students were younger than you. It's not the fact that you felt a little left out, but the fact that all these teens and preteens have committed suicide at such a young age.

The door opened slowly. Footsteps of the man entering halted the voices in the room, and a stern face glared at the seat you're sitting in. William sighed and said with the most unheartfelt greeting, "Welcome again, class." He fixed his glasses and pointed to numbers and titles on the chalkboard besides him. "Textbooks will be found in your desks, and today's schedule is on the board so I expect to hear no questions about that. Get those out and have ink prepared for your notes. You can ask questions, but only when I check to see if you have any. No bathroom breaks, water breaks, etcetera. Now.." He began reciting the pages from a book already in his hand. The entire class he stood up. He must be a serious workaholic. After an hour or so of lecturing, he wrote down homework on the chalkboard. He fixed his glasses again, and pointed to the board with his scythe, which were some hedge clippers with a long handle. "I expect you all to finish this by next class. You may begin now." He finally sat down. After a lesson about the cinematic records, you were expected to write a summary and explain the importance of it. Easy enough for the first day. Checking the time, you saw there were ten minutes left. Some students began talking to others, some fell asleep, some were already asleep for some time now, and there were the few that started reading ahead.
Within those ten minutes, you took advantage of your time. You manage to make more than a page about it, and turned it in with a minute to spare.