accident | bluelock chatfic

028

9 years ago..

"pass it over here, brown hair!" a boy yelled on the field.

"w-wait.. im not good at this.." the girl stuttered, nervous of all the boys surrounding her. was there really this many boys in a gym class?

"have you never kicked a soccer ball?!" the boy yelled frustrated, easily stealing the ball away from her, knocking her down in the process, just to score into the unguarded goal.

"dude shut up.. shes a girl.. and its called a football!" a boy said from behind her, making her turn her head.

he looked at the boy with a stern expression, before looking at the girl, eyes softening, a small smile plating his face.

"its okay, its only the first day of school!" he chirped, reaching a hand out, "im isagi yoichi, what's your name?"

she grabbed his hand hesitantly, lifting herself up from the ground, "l/n y/n.." she muttered.

"well, l/n, its nice to meet you. i havent seen you around here.. did you just move here?" you nodded in response, "from where?"

"shinagawa international," she swallowed, finally looking him in the eyes. he was about the same height as her, not bad considering she was tall for a 9 year old girl.

his eyes widened, "you went to a private school?! why did you stop goin'?! my mom said thats a good school.."

"my mom said i should have friends at my age.. she said public school would help, but it seems like everyone here isnt very friendly.." y/n looked around the field, seeing other kids stare at them with weird expressions.

"i think theyre just not used to seeing.. someone like you here," he said, looking into the field. he didnt catch her surprised look until a few seconds of silence.

"what is that supposed to mean?!" she flicked him in the forehead, "because my skin's darker?!"

"wait wait!" isagi's eyes widened and his mouth hung open in fear, "i didnt mean to make it sound like that!"

"sure, isagi-chan.." y/n rolled your eyes, walking away from him, but he chased after her.

"im sorry, l/n! dont go.. i wanna talk to you.." he pouted, grabbing her arm.

"oh yeah? why is that?" the girl turned with a bit more confidence this time.

"i.. uh.." his face turned red, looking everywhere but your face, making you raise a brow.

"whatever.. i dont care.." she continued to walk towards the building, as the bell was gonna ring in a few minutes.

isagi walked alongside her, "what's your next class?"

"i have history.." y/n sighed, "i saw that american kids only switch classes throughout the day in middle and high school, while we have to do it all day."

"thats weird.." isagi trailed off, "but i have history too! let me see your schedule, you have a paper copy, right?"

y/n reached into her skirt pocket, that she had custom made, and grabbed the folded up piece of paper, handing it to him without ever facing him.

"woah! we have almost all classes together! we even have lunch.. but you have a higher english class than me.."

"english is so easy.. it doesnt have as many symbols as japanese does. sometimes i wish i was born in america than japan, just out of curiosity."