You began reading the book while shaking your head while muttering to yourself. "Yeah... this isn't how I learn at all." You closed the book and decided to just listen. As you did that, the teacher, an older man with greying hair and glasses adjusted his lenses and centred his gaze on you. You stared back at him, boldly making eye contact, which surprised him.
The teacher cleared his throat. "Finn! Is there something wrong with your text book?"
You nodded. "Yeah."
He was surprised by that answer as well. "Oh... What's wrong with it? Do you need to borrow-"
"I don't like reading. I wanna learn by listening or doing things." You stated. Looking around, there were a few shocked faces, then a few more chuckles and murmurs after you spoke. The teacher stared at you in disbelief.
The man got the wrong conclusion from your claim. "I see. So you think you are above this material, simply because of your past grades, Mr. Vara?"
"Not at all." You responded frankly.
"If you don't NEED a textbook then why don't you tell me when and why Russia left the League of Nations?" He looked at you smugly.
"Are you listening to me? Why would I know that?" You leaned back in your chair, hanging one arm down behind the back.
"What about the recovery and unification of Europe after the Great War?" THe man smirked.
"Nope."
"So then surely you would know about the conditions that produced the Suez City-State?"
"Isn't that your job? I got no clue." You offered. There were more laughs.
"If you 'got' no clue then perhaps you should open your text book and read about it?" The teacher stated triumphantly.
You stared blankly at him for a few moments before finally just shrugging. "Kay." You opened the textbook and flipped the page from the one you had read with a bored expression. The teacher seemed satisfied with exercising his authority effectively and continued his lesson. After a few minutes you chuckled.
"Heh."
"Is something about the History of the League of Nations funny, Mr. Vara." You nodded. The teacher strode over.
"Is there something funny about-" He looked down to see what you were reading.
"The transport of Lenin back to Moscow?"
"Yeah?"
He was again surprised again by your answer. "Enlighten me as to the humour. Is this one of your generations obscure 'may mays?'"
"I dunno what that is either. I just think it's a funny coincidence. You were right, though. I feel smarter after reading this. Maybe this world's history can be fun."
"This... This world?" Asuka muttered to herself, keeping her face buried in her own book.
You eyed her for a second, then glanced back up towards the teacher. "I'll keep reading."
He could say nothing to that. "Very well. Please keep your odd humour to yourself. If I catch may may references in my classroom I am going to begin confiscating phones."
You barely looked up from the page you were on. "Kay. No may mays." The class laughed at your unintentional mocking. The teacher's face became red as he stomped back up to the front.
`This part isn't that interesting after the train to Moscow thing. Maybe there's more cool stuff...` You began idly flipping through until eventually you reached a section on ancient history. You felt, in a sense, your spirit leave your body as you reached the section on the Romans. Sweat formed on your brow as you speed read.
`W-wait... What? Who the hell copied who!?` Your eye twitched as you flipped to the section on Caesar.
`I feel like I'm gonna puke.` You stood up.
"Can I go to the nurses office?"
"Fine... Fine. Just leave quietly." The teacher waved you off. As you passed her, Asuka kept her head down and avoided your gaze.
You smirked. `Women.`
Iravani alternated between staring down at her clipboard, which she was vigorously writing on the who time, and you. You slumped down in the rolling office chair opposite to her.
"So... When did you start feeling sick at the mention of Julius Caesar?" She inquired, sucking on the butt end of her pen.
"Recently." You responded truthfully.
`Because I just learned about him.` Covered your face with both hands as you leaned back, groaning.
"Honestly, it all makes me sick. Is that normal?" She looked at you with a small smile and shook her head.
"Oh. Well, what do I do?"
"Are you sure you didn't hit your head recently?"
"Uhm..." You realised that she might be on to you.
"Yeah, I did. I also experienced trauma at home."
"Oh?" She lifted a brow.
"My stepdad is hypnotising me and my family with this magical pocket watch."
"Mm. I see." Iravani wrote something down while nodding sympathetically.
"I have to figure out a way to stop it, because it also affects-" You probably said too much already.
"Affects?" She looked at you inquisitively.
"Well... let's just say I also hear voices in my head and one of them doesn't like that."
The woman stared at you blankly for a few moments before crossing something out, then writing up a storm in another section.
"Your family has a history of mental illness, no?"
"My dad is in the psych ward, I guess." It was Finn's dad, but you figured you may as well explain it as such.
"But that doesn't have any effect on me because I'm different." You rolled your eyes indignantly at the thought.
"I see. These voices. They are speaking to you right now?"
"No. One of them withdrew. The other one won't pick up the 'phone' or whatever."
"Intriguing. There are two? Who are they?"
