A Foreign Life (Tsukishima x y/n)

CHAPTER TWO

a/n ok here's part two tonight as well, I don't want to post tomorrow cause it's Sunday (whoops) so I'm doing two today. Hope you enjoy!                                                      

                                                                      (Y/n POV)

I entered the classroom, wishing Noya was still with me. He brought happiness with him, and now that I was alone I was extremely terrified.

When the door shut loudly behind me I froze as every single person in the classroom - well, except one. Some blonde kid in the back - turned and stared at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I was literally trembling in my shoes.

"Ah, you must be y/n!" A voice from the front of the classroom said. "Welcome! I am your teacher. Come, sit wherever you would like." The teacher gave me a friendly smile, but I was too nervous to return it. I turned and looked for an open seat, spotting the only one by the blonde kid who hadn't turned around when I had walked in.

I slowly walked over to the empty seat, swinging my backpack to the ground and hesitantly sitting down. The kid didn't even look up. He had a pair of headphones slung around his neck, and he was looking down at his paper with gorgeous amber eyes through a slim frame of glasses.

I sat quietly in my chair for the majority of the class. The blonde kid didn't even look at me, so I assumed he didn't want to be friends. Today's class was relatively easy. At the end of it the teacher had us introduce ourselves to our neighbors.

I turned nervously to my neighbor, who dragged his amber eyes up from his paper, calculatingly looking at me through his glasses. "Hey," I said, attempting to make conversation. "I'm y/n."

"Hello," He drawled out. "Are you a foregin exchange student?" Wow. Quick to the point.

"Uh, yeah, I am. I'm from *native country's name*. What's your name?" I asked, trying to turn the attention away from me.

"You sound like a foreign student." Was that supposed to mean something? "I'm Tsukishima Kei." Oh, so this was Tsukishima? I was starting to see why Noya had warned me about him.

"Nice to meet you, Tsukishima," I said warily. He made me nervous. His bright amber eyes were piercing and I felt like he was calculating my every move.

He turned away without saying anything, pulling his headphones up over his ears and tapping away at his phone. Wow, rude! Noya had been right.

I thought about tapping on his shoulder just to be rude back and annoy him, but my neighbor on my other side started talking to me. I turned to pay attention to her, and she proceeded to chatter my ear off. She asked me how I like Japan so far, told me about the school, and explained that Tsukishima didn't really like anybody except his one best friend so I shouldn't take it personally. And when I asked her where I had to go next she gave me directions, which I was eternally grateful for.

time skipppp

It was lunch time. I had no idea where to go. So I traveled back to a room I had noticed earlier, hoping to find some solace there.

I knocked on the door. "Come in!" Someone said. I walked in. The teacher looked up, surprised. "What do you need?" He asked, looking slightly irritated.

"I uh, was wondering if I could play on your, um piano?" I was already regretting coming here. "Sorry for bothering you. I can just go..." My voice trailed off.

The music teacher looked at me in a new light, face brightening. "Yes, of course you can! Do you mind if I leave you here alone? I have to go to a meeting."

"Oh, that's fine!" I said, smiling. "Thank you!"

"Yes, certainly. You don't mind making sure the door locks behind you when you leave, right?"

"Yeah, for sure," I said, waving my head through the air.

The teacher left the room, his mood seeming to have skyrocketed. Students must've not used musical instruments very often. I sat down on the piano bench, dropping my bag to the floor. My legs chilled on the leather bench, and I wished for the millionth time for pants or at least a longer skirt. I opened the piano up, resting my hands on the keys.

I sighed. Finally. I had been in Japan for almost three weeks and I still hadn't found a place to play. I leaned forward, and a sweet melody seeped through my fingers and into the piano. The song started out sweet and high, but then turned darker and deeper. It got faster and faster, and my fingers, after having been out of use for a while, tried to rebel against me. I forced them to work with me. The tune seeped through the room, and I closed my eyes as I played, smiling. It had been too long.

I finished the song after a few minutes, and when I opened my eyes I saw Tsukishima standing before me, hands frozen over his headphones which were pulled down over his neck. His face looked slightly shocked. From what I could tell, that was like him yelling or something.

"Oh, uh, hi Tsukishima," I said, surprised that he was here.

"Uh, oh, I-" He stammered, amber eyes staring at me. I realized he was really tall. Maybe a foot taller than me.

He turned, walking out the door without saying anything. What the hell?

I snatched my bag up from the floor, closed the piano, and ran after him, making sure to lock the music room door behind me. But by the time I was out he had disappeared.