A Really Dumb Tord X Reader 😚 (Read Pls)

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Walking through the hallway sounds of shoes creaking, boots clicking and children talking could be heard, as if it's another year in 'Josip Broz Tito' elementary school.

It's the 1st of September, which means new 5th graders are coming, but who knew an outsider will be joining?

As everybody was going to their classes, a boy stumbled across the halls, wandering trying to find his own classroom. The worried look on his face only worsened when he bumped into someone.

''O-oh- Unnskyld!''

(O-oh- Sorry!)

He apologized as he was about to look up, only to be met with a girl looking at him with pure confusion.

''Uhm.. It's not a big deal..?''

She said. The boy didn't understand her, but apparently she did. As he was about to say something, the girl cleared her throat and asked him.

''Trenger du hjelp til å finne klasserommet ditt?''

(Do you need help finding your classroom?)

His eyes lit up. She understood him! He knew his parents enrolled him in a English school, but he didn't think anyone knew Norwegian. Since the other languages in school that were spoken were only German, Spanish and French. He was going to be signed up for one of them, but the principle told his parents that he should focus on English only.

'' Så ja eller nei? ''

(So yes or no?)

She asked him, this time getting impatient. Giving a small shy nod, she responded.

''Ok! Hvilken klasse går du i? ''

(Ok! What class are you in?)

''Uh.. Jeg tror det heter V2?''

(Uh. I think it's called V2?)

The girl then smiled. He didn't knew why but it made him kind of happy.

''Da går vi i samme klasse! ''

(Then we go in the same class!)

Now it was the boys turn to smile. He was happy that someone who knew his native language was going to be with him. Hopefully at all times. Realizing he forgot to introduce himself, and that he doesn't even know her name, he thanked.

''Takk uh...''

(Thanks uh...)

''Y/n!''

The girl responded happily. He liked her name. He thought hers was cute in fact. I mean his name sounded weird, so he wasn't really the one talking.

''Og hva heter du?''

(And what's your name?)

''Jeg heter Tord! Jeg liker også veldig godt navnet ditt.''

(My name's Tord! I also really like your name.)

The boy responded hapily. As he was about to ask if they were close to their classroom, the girl was already holding the door open for boy. Entering the class there were a few others sitting at different tables scattered around the small classroom.

The classroom walls were painted gray-ish red, but due to age, the paint was cracked at some places. The windows were painted white with the paint being cracked and scratched off from most places that were reachable by students.