𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 | Tsukishima K.

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Tsukishima's Pov:

"Then, yes. I am"

Ms. Sachio hums in response as we stop. I am assuming that we have reached our destination. It's the principal's office. What could knowing how to speak Korean have anything to do with this?

Ms. Sachio knocks on the door to the office. I hear a small 'come in' from the inside of the room. Both Ms. Sachio and I enter the room.

When we enter the room we see both the principal and the vice principal. Wow, what an impressive crowd.

Still, what does this have to do with me speaking Korean? I don't understand.

I'm sure that you want to know a little more in depth about how I learned Korean, and if you don't, then too bad I'm gonna tell you anyways.

When I was little my mom put me in Korean classes. Why, you ask? She thought that it would be a good idea and she had also put my brother in them. At the time, I wanted to be exactly like him.

Why couldn't I have just learned English?

Any who, I actually quite enjoyed it and I began to listen to K-pop and watch K-drama, do I tell people that I do such things? Pfft, no.

"Tsukishima, I heard that you can speak Korean fluently?" The principal asks me. What the hell, I just answered this question, and the answer is yes. What does that have to do with anything?

"Yes, that's correct" I respond, trying not to sound ticked off by having the same question asked twice.

The principle brings out a file and begins to scan the file with his eyes. "I see, would you be up for being a translator? You will be out of your own class a lot and you will study in class 1-6, you will have a better chance of getting better grades, as well as the amount of tests that you will take over the year will decrease by 25%" He explains.

Did he just say 25%? I mean, if that can get me out of doing science work then I will take that deal. "Sure, how long will this go on for?" I can't believe that I agreed to that so quickly. Anything to not do science homework, I guess.

"Until the end of your 3rd year." Okay, that is a fucking steal. Yep. I normally wouldn't agree to something like this so quickly but, three years of not having to do science? Yeah I'm gonna take that bet.

I shake my head in agreement. "Great, sign here." He hands me a form. I sign my name in the box and hand him the form back.

I have read all the terms and conditions pretty quickly and it not anything that I couldn't handle. As long as the person I'm translating for isn't a total idiot.

"Great, thank you. Come back after you finish all of your classes"

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Y/n's Pov:

Hey, it's that guy I bumped into in the hallway...Was he really my translator? He knows Korean? He doesn't look like it?

Eh, you can't judge a book by it's cover. The principal had excused the both of us to lunch.

The air seems tense and awkward as we walk outside. "...I thought you knew Japanese" He assumes.

The boy in question has glasses as thick as mine, he had blonde hair, he was a good 190 cm (6'2), and wore a pair of black headphones around his neck.

"Only a little" I respond shyly. I refuse to look him in the eye and I'm assuming that he as well doesn't want to make eye contact.

He nods in understanding. The air went back to being very awkward.

I bring my headphones up to my ears and begin to play my music. The song Russian Roulette by Red Velvet begins to play as I slightly tap the beat on my leg.