Will doesn't like school. 

To be honest, who does? Not including the nerds of course. 

It feels like a waste of time, learning something and just letting it just fly by your head. 

You wake up in the morning, go to school, go home and study some more, and go to sleep. The process repeats over and over again. You're just wasting your life away. 

He doesn't have much hope for his future either. He's probably just going to get an office job and be stuck in the same process all over again. 

Will press his face into his book, groaning. Why does life have to be so monotonous? Why couldn't he be one of those knights in shining armor, swinging his sword and killing monsters upon monster and gather more fame and riches? Maybe by that point his life would be worth something. 

He throws his notebook to the floor. He quits. Math is impossible. Will doesn't know how people can understand such complex formulas and actually keep it in their brains. 

He stands up and stretches, glancing at his laptop. He's already finish with most of his homework, he could just sneak on for a bit. 

Will loves webnovels . He's probably addicted by this point, but that doesn't really matter. It helps waste more of his useless time anyways. 

He hums a tune, scrolling among the many words on the page. He rather avoid the romance ones, they have some... interesting stories. Will likes to read more fantasy and sci-fi, especially the ones that have great world-building.

He hates realistic fiction.

Why would anyone read something about their own lives? He's reading it to escape his terrible life. He doesn't need to read about other people's horrible life problems. 

In the end, he ends up reading about a famous knight slowly dying from a curse. Some stupid plot, but everything else posted was some smutty romances that Will would love to steer clear from. 

Will reads the trashy novel until the morning, when the light slowly filter through his soft drapes. He curses, quickly slamming his laptop shut and shoving it into his bag, along with random books and his detested math notebook. 

He heads into the house, empty as always. There is an old note on the door, his brother saying he's off with his friends. He barely returns. 

His parents are gone, just like his brother.

No one feels like staying around these day. 

He rubs his eyes, and open the fridge. It's as empty as always, as he doesn't have enough money to buy anything good enough for food. He probably has to get a side-job soon if he wants to eat and paid their stupid rent. 

His stomach rumbles, and he sighs, swing his backpack over his back. He's going to have to go to school on an empty stomach. Again. 

The hallways are as musty as always, and he swears he can hear the rats scuttling around him. He climbs down the stairs, almost tripping down in his tiredness. 

When he reaches the lobby, a cat jumps up and greets him.

"Hey Mickey," he says, petting the cat.

Mickey meows in turn, and he gave it a small smile. 

Will finds his bike in the corner he usually hides it, taking it onto the streets. 

He probably almost crash of weariness into five cars on his way to school, the honking the only thing saving him from him going six feet under.

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At least he wouldn't have to get that stupid side-job. 

He finally makes it to his school, Oak High. What a bland name, but he doesn't really care. It's not like he was aiming anywhere high anyway. It doesn't matter what high school he comes from if all he was going to do was work at McDonalds. 

 The hallways are as loud as always. People rushing to class, blaring music, shouting, spilled food and drinks. 

Has he mention how much he hated his life?

He basically passes onto his desk when he reaches his classroom, dreaming he was anywhere else than this school. 

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He wakes up next to a cold, but honestly, quite handsome man.

And quickly gets shoved onto the floor.

"Ouch," he says, rubbing his forehead. Will looks up and see the same man with a sword in his hand, pointed to his throat. 

"Who are you?" the mysterious man asked, glaring at him. His hair was slightly curly, raven but with white streaks. His eyes were a cold blue, like those winter days Will always hated. He's tall and lean, and as mentioned, quite handsome. The annoying lovey-dovey girls in his class would've probably instantly fell in love with him. 

Not Will though. He hated handsome people (he hated a lot of things, didn't he?). They always get off things easily. Not Will though. No, Will had to suffer because he's not "pretty" enough.

Will's not ugly, but he's certainly not going to be winning any beauty awards with those dark circles under his eyes. 

He groans more, and the swords is pressed harder on his neck. "What is your name?" the man repeats, as if Will didn't hear the first time. It is really hard to ignore something when they're threatening your life.

Why does his life have to be this complicated?

Will rolls his eyes. "It's Will," he says, and he glares back into the man's cold eyes. "And didn't your mother ever teach you that it's impolite to threaten someone right after they woke up? Honestly, terrible!"

The man glares at him more, and the sword is at a point where the slightest movement of the man's part would mean that Will was going to die. "Don't," said the man, "talk about my mom."

"Yeah, yeah," Will mutters. "You're one of those kids, aren't you?" Traumatized and all depressed about it."

The man ignores him. "Where are you from?"

"Uh, New York. Do you know what Oak High is? It sucks, do not recommend."

His eyebrows scrunched up, which if Will's life wasn't on the line here, would probably be quite endearing. "What's a 'New York'?" He slowly lifts the sword from Will's neck, letting him talk more freely. 

"Bro," Will said, exasperated. " How do you not know what New York is? It's New York City! The biggest city in the the United States! You know, great land of the free and all that?"

The man slowly shakes his head, and Will drags a hand over his face. Great. The man was depressed, overprotective, way to dramatic, and dumb. Not to mention how he was way to handsome for his own good. 

"Who the hell are you?" Will asks. "Harry Potter or something? Do you live under a rock? Some kind of cupboard?"

The man cocks his head, confused on everything Will just said. "Do you not know I am?"

"No? I mean, besides being way to clueless and handsome, not really."

"You think I'm handsome?"

"Oh my gosh." Both of Will's hands are on his face by this point. He can't even be embarrassed. This whole thing was stupid. Every part of this is stupid. Why the heck was he even here?!  "Just answer the question!" He wasn't energized enough for this shit. 

"I'm the Knight of Order," the man said, as if that wasn't the cringiest name ever. "Kuro Zelrodia."

And Will just fell over, a maniacal laughter coming out of him. 

Of course this was his life! The world just loved toying with him, didn't it. He just wanted to live his stupid life, and of course he had to end up here. 

End up in the stupidest webnovel ever. 

It was the same one he read the night before, and as mentioned, it was the most brainless thing someone has ever wrote. It was just a stupid cliche of a novel. Yet he loved Kuro so much he had to keep reading. If the webnovel was the worst thing ever written, Kuro was one hundred percent the best character ever written.

Ah, this was so stupid. 

He hates this. Hates Kuro. Hates his situation. Hates this webnovel. 

Has he mention how much he hates his life?

He hates his shitty life.