A Foreign Life (Tsukishima x y/n)

CHAPTER ONE

  a/n Ok this is the first fan fiction I have ever written so I am still new to this. I'll try to publish a chapter a day, as I've already written this. I hope you like it! Oh, and please no hate on stuff if I got some culture thing wrong or if you don't think what I have put fit the characters. This is just what I imagine. (Oh, and I don't own the characters, just this plot line :) Feel free to let me know what you think!)                                                                                  

                                                               (Y/n POV)

Ah crap. I was so nervous my hands were shaking. Why did I think it was a smart idea to be a foreign exchange student again? My Japanese still fairly sucked and I didn't know all the customs of their culture. What on earth had I been thinking?

"Hey watch out!" A voice yelled. I turned to the side, still getting used to only hearing Japanese. My native tongue had disappeared on me.

A small person barreled into me, catapulting me to the side. A car flew past us, narily missing me. Oh. I forgot I had been standing in the road.

My face was smashed into a warm chest. The person who had barreled into me somehow had managed to get under me in midair so he could cushion our fall, taking the brunt of the collison himself.

As we collided with the concrete his elbow slammed into my jaw, but I couldn't complain. It was better than being hit by a car. My knee was over his leg and it dragged into the ground, getting torn up by gravel. Dang it! I still wasn't used to this stupid skirt! I hadn't had to wear a uniform at my public school back in the states.

"Oof," The kid under me said. I could see that he was wearing the black uniform of Karasuno High and he had dark brown, nearly black hair. The very front of it seemed to be dyed a light brown.

"Oh, sorry!" I squeaked, trying to roll off of him. However, his arms were still wrapped around my waist so I couldn't go anywhere. He quickly realized this and let go, the pressure of his surprisingly strong arms releasing me.

I rolled off of him, having to use a hand to push against his solid chest to get some momentum, and I yanked at my skirt when I was off of him, which had been quickly riding up.

I sat up, kneeling down and slinging my backpack over my shoulders. "I'm so sorry!" I said again. "I should've been paying attention."

The kid leaped to his feet, recovering extremely quickly. "Yeah you should've! But it's alright, I was there to rescue you." He pointed a thumb at his chest, smirking.

I looked up at him, drinking him in. He was on the shorter side, either the same height as me or just a bit shorter. He was lean and strong; he had the physique of an athlete. His hair stuck up, making him look a bit taller than he actually was.

"Let me help you," He said, leaning down and reaching out a hand. I grasped it, and he pulled me up. I made sure my skirt was staying in place. Dang it, why couldn't I wear pants? They were so much more comfortable.

"What's your name?" He asked, an infectious and mischievous smile lighting up his face.

"Oh! It's y/n," I said, reaching out a hand to shake. It might've been my imagination but he may have given me a funny look. He reached out and took my hand, shaking it up and down enthusiastically.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Nishinoya Yu. You can call me Noya." He smiled again, and I hesitantly returned it.

"Nice to meet you," I answered. "Again, I'm really sorry about that. Thank you for saving me."

"It was my pleasure. Can't have foregin exchange students getting run over all the time, now can we?" He winked.

"How could you tell I'm a foreign exchange student?" I asked, mouth dropping open just a bit.

He leaned forward like he was going to tell me a secret. "I have a sixth sense." He widened his eyes at me for emphasis, and I laughed.

"Nice way of saying I stick out like a sore thumb." It was no secret I looked drastically different than everybody else.

He grinned. "What year are you?" As we talked all of the bustle of this strange place seemed to fade away, and I was feeling slightly less nervous.

"I'm a sohp- sorry, a first year."

"Nice! I'm a second year. If you have any questions you can come ask me!"

"Oh, thanks! But I don't want to bother you."

"Ah, no worries. I'm your upperclassman, and that's what we do!" He seemed very excited about this. Then he added, "Plus I never complain about beautiful women talking to me." He said that very slyly, and I couldn't help but be impressed. What a flirt.

"I'll let any beautiful women I see know that then," I answered, stifling a smile. I like little banters like this.

He just smiled, letting it pass. "What's your first class? I can walk you there."

"Thanks!" I answered, really grateful. I hadn't even gone into the building yet, and I could tell I was going to get lost.

I told him my class and he said he would walk me there. "Are you sure it's not a problem?" I asked. "I don't want to make you late for your first class."

"Oh no it's fine!" Noya said. "My first teacher is a breeze; if you know how to handle him right. Which, of course, I do."

"Uh ok, thanks!"

While we walked into the building I couldn't help but slightly tremble. I was the worst with directions, so I was definitely going to get lost. Lots of people bustled around and they were giving Noya and I looks. I ducked my head and focused my attention on him.

As we walked Noya talked. He played tour guide, commentator, and gossip girl easily all at the same time, not seeming to take a single breath.

I simply listened. I needed to soak in as much information as I could.

"Oh and then my friend Tanaka said to me 'Ah Noya, you're the best ever!' which of course I replied chivalry to and said 'No Tanaka, it is you who is the best' oh and looks like we are here!"

I was lost on what he was talking about, but at least I understood the very end of it.

We halted in front of a door. "Thank you for walking me Noya. And saving me from that car. Maybe I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, of course! Maybe I'll see you at lunch." He smiled at me, waving as I walked inside the door. Right before he went out of view he made a face and said, "Good luck! Looks like you have class with Tsukishima. He's a piece of work."

What? Who was Tsukishima? Noya was still making a face when I went into the class. I hoped Tsukishima wasn't some kind of horrible bully.