As the chimes for the first bell rang in the air, you grip tighter onto the straps of your red school bag. Being a transfer student was hard enough, but having joined mid-term into first year at Nekoma High, everyone had their eyes set on you.
Who wouldn't be watching the daughter of one of the top Athletics trainers!
And this brought you back to the beginning. The bell signalled for the start of third period, and being the tired girl you were you failed to realise the time and were hence running late for class.
You didn't care much for the lesson as it was (least favourite subject), but rather your marks on attendance. The only score you hoped to keep perfect throughout the term. Sure, your grades were pretty good, above average for most, but you didn't invest much effort at all in exams which resulted in average scores. Your father expected you to have a clean attendance record for at least one area, and you planned on getting it in the simplest way possible.
In your haste however, you failed to notice that you were headed straight for a fellow student. With a loud clatter the pencil case you had clutched in one hand (your other hand gripping your bag) released from your grasp and it's contents spilled everywhere. But before you could retort a comment of annoyance you looked up and felt your face grow slightly warm.
Towering over you sheepishly was a boy with buzzed hair, except for a section down the middle which was bleached blonde.
Outstretching a hand he awkwardly apologised.
"Sorry about that, my mistake"
"N-no, I wasn't watching where I was walking"
You carefully responded.
You gracefully took his hand and let him pull you to your feet before watching in surprise as he bowed his head.
"I'm very sorry for that,-"
He looked up
"Could I perhaps make it up to you by inviting you to my practice match.?"
You were certainly surprised at this proposal, but nevertheless you felt you wanted to get closer to him. You did think that it was a pretty odd request however, inviting someone to your match literally one minute after meeting them. Nevertheless you still responded.
"Yes, thank you, that would be great"
You added a sweet smile at the end, and as you did you saw his face falter.
You wondered what the matter was, until he spoke up again.
"You should smile more, it looks good on you!"
Your face erupted into a deep crimson before he quickly checked his watch and jumped in alarm.
"I gotta dash, by the way- I'm Takerora Yamamoto!"
Although your Brain was still fizzling from
His words you managed a response.
"I'm y/n, you can call me n/n, Yama-kun!"
You watched as the boy jogged down the hall, to where you supposed was the gym, and that's when you remembered your (least favourite subject) class. 'Oh well, so much for clean attendance' you thought, as you trudged down the hall.
~timeskip to later that evening~
That night as you lay in bed you recalled the interaction you had with Yamamoto. You felt your face heat up again at the thought of it and buried yourself deeper among the many blankets you had dragged to pile on your bed. What had he meant by watching his match?
Not only were you curious but exhausted as well. As if a scolding from the teacher didn't tire you out enough, your dad had you run laps before dinner.
As you slowly drifted off to sleep, you kept thinking about Yamamoto's voice. It was sweet and understanding, and soon enough you found yourself falling out of consciousness.
~In the morning~
The moment the sun hit your face you jumped up with a jolt. You found yourself bubbling with rare energy, and the once tired and reserved girl you were yesterday upgraded to a cheerful (but still antisocial) girl.
"Y/N! BREAKFAST!"
You heard an older woman call. Your mother had prepared (favourite breakfast food) for you and served it at your spot on the table. Gratefully you ate about half before leaving the house to reach school early. On the way over, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You slipped your fingers in to retrieve it and when you pulled it out you were faced with an anonymous message.
???
Hi
You
Hello, who are you?
Yamamoto
It's me, Taketora
You have changed the contact name of "Yamamoto" to "Yama-kun"
You
Ah! Hi Yama-kun!
Yama-kun
Hey :D
About that practice match, could I pick you up tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. ?
I have to be there with my team at 8, as the match starts at around 9
You
Sure thing! I'll see you there!
My address is xxx xxxxxx xx
Also, how did you get my number?
Yama-kun
Yaku senpai gave it to me! ;D
You
He did?
Yama-kun
Yup!
You
I'll need to stop him from giving out my contacts to people (not that I didn't want you in my contacts). He's giving me the same blackmail vibes that I got from this kid back in my old school. He was a Volleyball player.
Yama-Kun
Haha, Yaku Senpai is in for an earful I would assume!
You
He sure is!
As you looked up from your phone, you noticed the shiny bars of your school a few metres away
You
I gotta go, see you tomorrow!"
Yama-kun
Alr! 7:00 a.m. , don't forget!
Making a mental note of the time Yamamoto would be at your house you then allowed your mind to focus on school instead. Not that you cared at all.
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Kenma Kozume x reader
Fanfiction(Slow burn, don't be mislead by the first part, you do end up with Kenma.)
