> lady lesso x fem!reader
> warnings: hair pulling, self-destruction
> a/n: ah, here it is. writing this had me feeling a little bit weighted. i've been feeling like this for the past month, and i thought january will be different lol. on a side note, i hope this is enough! i'm sorry if i took to long to write this.
Sleep, eat, and repeat. That's what you've been doing for the past weeks. You've been in a constant cycle of breathing, and not living. And this behavior greatly stressed you out. Seven years, you've been in the School for Evil for seven years, and in those seven years you've been the top student.
Yet now, you couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror. When you did, all you saw was a reflection of disappointment to those around you. So you chose to do what's best for you– be present.
Humming, you opened your eyes and saw Anadil side eyeing you. You couldn't be bothered to be angry, you've been sleeping in class for heaven's sake.
“The class is done, be grateful that Professor Manley only discussed the most boring lesson in the history of Uglification.”
Standing up, you gathered your things and walked beside the four musketeers– Hort, Hester, Dot, and Anadil.
“And what, pray tell, is that lesson all about?”
“About how ugliness fight off possible relationships, thus making us focused on life and not a significant other.”
Smirking, you rolled your eyes at Anadil's statement. “Well, what's the next class? Henchmen Training?”
Your question made the four teenagers stop and look at you questioningly. “You don't know?”
“Professor Castor is out for today, so we'll be having Curses and Death Traps for two hours.”
Groaning, you pursed your lips. “Why? Did he say anything?”
Shaking their heads, Hort and Dot grabbed you by the arms and dragged you towards the room... of evil itself.
“You cannot possibly be this bored!”
Scoffing, you rolled your eyes and glared at the girls. “Don't be absurd, Hester. Surely you've slept in class before.”
“Correction, I have slept in all of my classes except for Curses and Death Traps. You want to know why? Because I actually care for my own evil being.” Hester explained. To summarize, the girl was really concerned for you. You've actually grown on her a bit, but she won't tell you that. With you being the closest that evil has a chance of winning, you needed to focus on your classes, and with you sleeping in Lady Lesso's class? You were dead.
Jumping from shock, you put a hand on your chest while looking up from a cane and meeting eyes that held amusement and resentment at the same time.
“Any improvements on that power of yours, darling?”
Gulping down the nervousness, you nodded your head and stood up. Flexing you arms and rolling up your sleeves, you focused on making any part of your arms in invisible. Being the daughter of Queen Mab, the nemesis of Merlin, you inherited her powers– photokinesis.
With bathed breaths, your classmates watched as you made your hands invisible before slumping down in defeat.
Lesso gave a hum of disappointment, “Hmm. A little backtracked, are we?”
You avoided eye contact and clenched your hands in defeat. You were a disappointment for her, for evil.
Closing your eyes, you sighed and decided to wait until class was over. Though, you didn't expect to be awoken by a sharp tug of your hair.
“Wake up, despicable.” A voice whispered near your ear. You could feel their breath and smell the cedarwood on them.
Pulling you up by the hair, Lesso pushed you forward and made you face her. “Care to tell me why you slept in my class? Do I bore you, darling?”
Pursuing you lips, you touched the hand still in your hair and pushed it to the owner. “No, Lady Lesso. I apologize for sleeping in your class.”
With your hands shaking, you took a deep breath to stop the tears from forming. You can't cry, not in front of evil itself.
Frowning, Lesso took in your figure. You're cheeks were sunken with bags under your eyes, your eyes glassy with tears.
Cupping your chin, she made you face her gently. You would've been surprised but the atmosphere of the room made it impossible for you to feel anything, except disappoinment.
“Take the week off, darling.”
Snapping your eyes to look at her own, you saw sincerity, concern, and a little bit of... care?
“Take the week off. We don't want our best student to die because of the school curriculum.”
Tugging your arms, she dragged you out the classroom. “Do whatever you want, just come back sane.”
Stopping before closing the door, Lesso gave you a reassuring smile. “And remember, what you're doing is enough. There's no need to pressure yourself, love.”
Then the door closed before you could even comprehend what happened.
Smiling, you wiped the tears from your face and left with a single thought.
