The Japanese-American Dream. | A Haikyuu!! Self-Insert Story.

Chapter One.

"Oi, Ms. Chandler. Is that phone more interesting than what we are learning?"

The black haired girl looked up from the conversation she was rereading since Lunch on her messaging app, her almond eyes slightly pinched in a glare to her teacher. As she opened her mouth to speak, everyone in the class prepared for a snarky comment; something she was known for.

"Well, the fact that we are learning about shapes, yes it is more interesting." She responded, her soft lips curled in a smirk. She thrived off of her teachers' contorted looks of anger, knowing exactly how to piss off every single one of them.

"They are not just shapes, Ms. Chandler. As someone with the highest grade in the class, you should know that." The teacher responded, struggling to keep her cool. Bel rolled her eyes and looked back down at her phone.

Bel heard a sigh then felt her phone ripped out of her hands. Instant rage erupted through her. She stood up quickly, her chair being sent flying behind her. A loud CLANG indicated that the chair was stopped by the desk behind.

"What the fuck?! Give me my phone!" Bel exclaimed, clearly upset that her phone was taken without permission. Her perfect round face contorting in anger; her once wheat-colored cheeks were now red.

"You were on your phone and not paying attention. You can get it back after class, Ms. Chandler." The teacher said, walking back up to the front of the room to teach. She placed the confiscated phone on the corner of her desk as she passed.

Bel walked up to her teacher's desk to take her phone back, her dark grey skirt dancing against her thighs as she walked confidently but casually. Her slender fingers grasped her phone tightly as took her phone back with her to her seat. She was pulling her chair back under her to sit on when the teacher turned to the class to explain what she had written on the board.

"Ms. Chandler, go to the office." She stated, her face as straight as a pencil. Her mouth showed she was calm, but her eyes stated otherwise. Bel rolled hers in return, getting up out of her seat, slinging her book bag over her shoulder and walking out of the class.

As she was walking down the hall of her high school, she looked down at her phone and started texting someone. It wasn't who she was as lunch, but still someone else she thought highly of.

" Hey, same teacher sent me to the office again. Bitch tried to take my phone. Again. Dunno when she'll learn. - Chandler. "

Bel hit send then put her phone to her side, still in her hand. She started to untie her dark blue and white stripped bow, as it was annoying her. Besides, what was the point of it? She didn't see one besides to be annoying and time consuming to tie in the morning and any time it comes loose, which was way too often.

She got to the office and pulled the door open, walking in and letting it slam behind her like she always does. The secretary looked up from her computer after jumping from the slam, pointing to a table with a few chairs at it for her to sit at once she recognized Bel.

Bel nodded and walked over to it, setting her bag down on the floor next to her as she sat down in a chair furthest away from anyone. She unlocked her phone to see a text from the person she texted as she waled to the office.

" REALLY AGAIN CHANDLER?!
well im not surprised
alright i got you 💪💪💪💪
AKAASHI IS DOING MY NOTES FOR ME !! "

Bel smirked at how every sentence was a new message. Typical Bokuto-san. She particularly liked the last message. She figured he told her that due to her laying into him about his school work once.

After Bel responded "Alright, thanks" and receiving a "no problem," she changed apps and looked at her's and her friend's messages from lunch, reading them over and over again.