A Family of Crows | Haikyuu {on haitus}

Karasuno's Math Teacher

"Good morning class. I will be your new math teacher."

The class began to whisper amongst themselves, but not for the reason he thought they were.

"He looks pretty young."
"At least we won't get stuck another year with Mr. Nagai."
"He's really good looking."

(Y/N) ignored their comments about him and cleared his throat, effectively getting the classroom's attention.

"My name is (L/N) (Y/N). Please call me Mr.(L/N)." (Y/N) smiled at his class, "Any questions for me?"

A few of the students raised their hands so (Y/N) picked on a student near the back. Everyone lowered their hands and looked at the girl as she stood put to ask her question.

"What happened to Mr. Nagai?"

"I was informed that he got in a car accident over the break. Don't worry, he's not in critical condition. But since he is old he will be in the hospital for some time. So until further notice, I'll be your teacher.

But I don't know who is going to teach his first year class since I'm only teaching his second year classes. That was all I was informed about."

The girl nodded her head but then sat down.

Was the class worried? No, no one was worried. Mr. Nagai was a monster, he was very strict with his work. Many of the students loved to play pranks on him. The new teacher was a miracle sent down by the heavens above, not just because they wouldn't have to suffer another year with Mr. Nagai, but also for eye candy.

Again some raised their hands and (Y/N) picked out someone.

"How old are you?"

(Y/N) sighed, "You really should ask an adult their age, it's pretty rude. But I'm 24."

"Are you seeing anyone?" A girl asked as she was the next one to be picked.

"I'm not going to answer that since that's my personal life. Any other questions?" (Y/N) stated but that was all.

"Since that's all the question for now, let's begin."

(Y/N) turned around and started to write on the board about what was going to be expected of them in class. He had his classes full attention to every word he said.

The rest of the day went on pretty normal, teaching a few classes and going back to the teachers room to work on some papers that were on his desk. Time flew by and by the time (Y/N) finished all his paperwork, the school day had already ended. All the students were already leaving the school building, excited to get home.

(Y/N) grabbed his stuff and got up, "Hey Takeda, I finished all my work. Since it's the first day of school there wasn't much paperwork. So I'll be heading home now."

"Oh sure. Hey, before you leave, can you find the vice principal and hand these papers to him?" Takeda asked as he held out a few papers out.

(Y/N) took the papers from his hand, "Do you have any idea where he could be?"

Takeda thought about it for a while, "He's probably in his office."

"Are you looking for the VP?"

Takeda and (Y/N) turned around and were met with another teacher standing at the doorway. She had just gotten back from one of her classes.

"I saw him going towards the gyms. If you go now you can probably catch up to him." The teacher stated.

Not wanting to waste his time looking around for the vice principal, (Y/N) quickly grabbed his stuff and ran out of the room with the papers close to his chest.

"Thank you!" (Y/N) yelled as he left to find the man. The other teachers in the room were surprised by his speed.

After a while of running down the hallway, looking for the vice principal. (Y/N) found him walking towards one of the gyms.

"Excuse me, vice principal!" (Y/N) yelled.

The vice principal looked around and spotted (Y/N) running towards him. The vice principal stopped so that (Y/N) could catch up to him.

"Oh hello, you must be the new teacher, Mr.(L/N) was it?"

(Y/N) took some deep breaths and extended his hand with the papers given to him. "Correct. I was instructed to hand these papers to you."

The vice principal took the papers, "Why thank you-"

"What are we going to play?"

"Volleyball! What the heck else is there?"

Hearing those words pecked (Y/N)'s interest. The yells seemed to be coming from one of the gyms nearby.

"What are those boys doing?" The vice principal groaned as he turned around and began walking towards the gym with (Y/N) following behind him.

As they got closer to the gyms of the school, some yelling could be heard from outside.

"How do you plan on playing volleyball 1 on 1?"

"Like passes and stuff."

"How does anybody win at that?"

"The kids gotta point!"

"What is all the noise in here?" The vice principal asked.

All the boys in the gym turned around to see (Y/N) and the vice principal come walking into the gym. Two of the older kids started whispering at each other but (Y/N) couldn't make out what.

"Are you boys fighting in here?" The vice principal asked.

"Nope! We're just working as hard as always vice principal, right?" One of the older boys said.

A boy with a buzzcut started to whisper to the orange haired boy but was interpreted by the orange head himself.

"Serve it to me! I can handle whatever you send!"

"Dude.." The boy with a buzzcut said irritatedly.

"Listen jerk. I only received one serve from you last year. But since then, I've practiced with everyone I could. I am not the same person I was." The orange haired boy declared.

"Not the same person huh?" The black haired boy scoffed as walked towards a volleyball that was on the ground and picked it up. "Well I've improved a bit in the last year too."

"Alright alright. That's enough smack talk you guys." A boy with short hair tried to defuse the situation.

"Their both first years aren't they." The vice principal said.

The orange haired boy got in position to receive the ball and the black haired boy went to the other side of the gym and got ready to serve the ball.

"Get ready." The raven haired boy said. The boy then proceeded to throw the ball in the air and jump after it.

A jump serve huh.

While still in the air, the boy hit the ball with lots of force. (Y/N)'s body twitched in reflex but stayed grounded.

The volleyball was heading toward the orange haired boy real fast. (Y/N) knew he wouldn't be able to receive the ball in the position he was in and would only end up getting hurt. Luckily, the orange haired boy moved out of the way in time.

To say the least, (Y/N) was pretty impressed with the serve the boy had just delivered. And it seemed like he wasn't the only one. The rest of the volleyball team was as well.

"Woah, not even I can catch that!"

"Pathetic, how was that any different from last year." The raven haired boy scoffed.