Number One (Yarichin Bitclub: Ayato Yuri x FEM! Reader)

Ch1- Morimori Academy

(THIS IS A FEMALE READER BTW! If y'all were hoping for a make reader then this is NOT the story for you. It literally says FEM reader in the title, and it's annoying that I keep getting comments about how people were disappointed or expecting a male reader. If you don't like it then you can leave. But I've written a male reader version of this series, so if you want to go read that instead... Go ahead!
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Now, without further ado...*drum roll*)

(Y/N)'s POV
How do I put this, exactly..? Morimori Academy..? Yeah, it's like someone pulled out a building from a yaoi manga and said, "Welcome!" And then a canon of rose petals blocks your vision as you enter giant gates.

I know what I think everyone else isn't believing: "There is NO way a school like that exists!" Yeah, well, guess where I am at right now, and imagine what I'm wearing! Yup, that's right. I'm standing at the front gates of Morimori Academy.

I am also wearing their uniform. The school's lucky they gave me color options, or else I would've shoved this uniform right up there— "Bye, (Y/n) dear! I hope you have a wonderful life at your new school!"

I turned around and smiled at my mother, giving her a small wave. "Wait— wonderful life? What does that—" My mother then drove away, leaving me by myself. I rolled my eyes, and I started walking through the school gates, and, surprisingly, NO CANON! Oh, and no rose petals, either.

I hummed an "alright then" and walked through the gates of my new school. I ignored the glances I got from all the boys— Yes, that's right! You heard me correctly: All the boys. IT'S AN ALL-BOYS SCHOOL.

I'm not going to survive another minute at this place if everyone keeps staring. 'Don't worry, (Y/n). Just remember what Dad taught you: Woman up!' Anyone can explain even strong advice stupidly!

You know, that's probably one of the reasons why my mom isn't speaking to my dad. But that's a different story for another day. Today's story starts here: In my new classroom, STANDING IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!

I have got to stop mentally freaking out. "It's great to meet you, Miss (L/n). Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself?" My new sensei said, winking at me..? Okay, not weird at all. "Um— My name is (L/n) (Y/n); and, uh—"

'WOMAN UP!' I freed my hands from my wrinkled skirt and looked up and smiled at my new classmates. "It is a pleasure to introduce myself. I am (L/n) (Y/n) from a small populated city you may know called Takayama. I enjoy doing writing and small photography, which I hope to succeed in further in the future. Anyways, it is nice to meet you all!"

Once I finished my introduction, I took a bow, and everyone started clapping and even whistling. "Very nice! Now, let's find a place for you to sit, shall we?" The teacher put his hand on my lower back, but I stepped on his foot and stepped away from him.

A boy with soft orange hair and matching colored eyes raised his hand with a bright, toothy smile. "I got an empty seat over here behind me, Sensei!" I heard my sensei groaning in pain from behind me; "Uh— great! Why don't you take a seat behind Yaguchi, (L/n)?"

I smiled and nodded my head, and made my way to the back of the classroom. Some of the boys waved at me, and I waved back. Right at that moment, I didn't care if they were flirting or not, but so far, my first day was going well.

Inflicting pain on my teacher was a bonus!

~time skip brought to you by: Yacchan!! (ヽ'ω')~

I did not expect class time to end quickly, but I'm glad it's over for the day. Now I can go home— "Hello! I'm Yaguchi Kyōsuke! Everyone here calls me Yacchan, so feel free to call me that, too, (L/n)."

The soft orange-haired boy that I sat behind stood up from his seat and stretched out his hand for me to take. 'Oh, yeah, he's a cute, soft character. But he gives off one of those vibes when you know that kind of character has a secret dark side.'

"In that case, you can call me, (Y/n). It is a pleasure to meet you, too, Yacchan." I shook his hand, and he sat down in front of me again. I noticed a guy sitting beside Yacchan, who was staring at us intensively.

Okay, more like an edgy, cute look that shy people give you. Anyways, the guy staring at us had chocolate brown hair and jade green eyes— Yeah, when it comes to me, I am very descriptive about what I find interesting.

Uh— I mean— Oh! What a coincidence that this guy with brown hair is also friends with Yacchan. "I'm sorry for staring. Um, my name is Toono Takashi." I shook hands with Yacchan's friend and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Takashi-Kun. I hope you don't mind, but I have a habit of calling people by their first/nicknames." I said, sticking my tongue out in embarrassment. "Oh— Oh, no! It's excellent. But only if I get to call you, (Y/n)-chan?"

I stared at Takashi-Kun and blushed, 'No one has ever called me that before. Well— not boys, at least.' "That's alright with me!" I laughed and sat back down because I'm lazy. "By the way, have you two decided which club you want to join?" Yacchan asked.

Takashi-Kun and I shook our heads, "I don't think of joining any," Takashi-Kun said. Yacchan and I both looked at each other and shook our heads. "I may be new as you, but I know that you've got to join a club for at least a year at this school."

I said, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair. "(Y/n)-chan is right, you know. You got to at least join a club for one year here." Yacchan said, wagging his finger in Takashi-Kun's face.

"Oh— okay. In that case—"

~time skip, again. Brought to you by Tamura's hair dye~

"So, you like photography, too, Takashi?" I asked as we stood in front of the Photography Club door. "Um— I don't hate it, but I'm not good at it. This club just seemed like the easiest activity, so..."

I stared at him and didn't say another word. "Well, let's hope they have accepted our entry forms," I said, sliding the door open.