a not so good idea - tsukishima kei

unprepared

a little authors note before i start (you don't have to read) so basically i've decided to write another fanfic lmao, the other two i've written which arent finished at the moment, i dont know if i will ever end up finishing them so just tell me if you want me to end up finishing them, and or writing more parts to it. sorry for my recent inactivity as well, ive just been caught up with school! but when i get any chance, i might start editng a few of these stories. also if my grammar is absolutely terrible, or bad please excuse it as to english is not my first language and ive started to recently speak more of my native language, forgetting some things in english. so, i would also appreciate if you could correct me on anything, since i dont really edit these back either. anyways, if you read this whole thing, thank you. and please remember to vote on my stories, it means a lot to me!

and here's where the story starts

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it was my final year of high school. fuck was i nervous, considering the fact i'd be attending a whole new school as well scared the shit out of me. all of my friends, everyone i knew including my parents would not be with me. which isn't necessarily ideal. i couldn't sleep, i was rolling around in my empty apartment, with only a few boxes and a half made bed. i never got to fully furnish my apartment considering i had just moved into a few days ago. my parents never really were the type to help you move things, or move out. you would think that they would be missing me or something like that right? but apparently not! so i was basically kicked out, i mean i had been there all my life and they had kicked me out like i was some stranger? interesting.

i had finally decided to get up, and i checked my phone to see what time it was. andddd guess who wasn't getting any sleep on her first day of school!! me. that's who. karasuno high school here i come, i guess!! (fml)

i rolled around in my bed for about 30 minutes before finally deciding that i wasn't going tobe able to fall back asleep anytime soon. so i just prepared my outfit, basic, but who was there to impress senior year? i picked out some grey sweatpants and a tight plain black shirt, paired with a silver necklace with my name on it. i placed my outfit on a random beanbag i had gotten from my friend kuroo at my old school, and looked at myself in the mirror. my face, my hair, everything was a messy. my hair was overly greasy, even though it was somewhat curly, it always managed to get greasy. my face on the other hand, i couldn't really control anything about it, it's just kind of there. i picked at my eyelashes before laying back down in my bed and basically passing out right away. and before i knew it, my alarm clock had went off in what had seemed like 30 seconds. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEE-*

i had slammed my hand onto my phone, ow- and had clicked the off button. i slapped my face to wake myself up more, but it just ended up stinging for about 5 seconds. "well, looks like i actually have to get up." i said to myself as i forcefully dragged my lazy body to my messy bathroom and stared at the crust in my eyes before splashing water all over my face. 

"clean enough." i walked out of the bathroom, dragging my feet across the floor and scrolled on instagram, procrastinating before actually throwing on my clothes. i put my hair into a low braid with two strands out in the front and slid on my vans. quickly grabbing my phone, bag and walking outside to go to my bus stop. i had totaled my car the week before, so now i had to ride the bus, how fun. i sprayed perfume on myself, a lot. i didn't want to smell bad on my first day and scrolled on my phone before the bus arrived. 

the bus had came around 2 minutes right after i had gotten out, fuckkk i hate riding buses. so noisy. as soon as i stepped on the bus, the driver told me to sit in the way back, i guess people didn't like sitting back there for whatever reason. i had done as told and just placed my bag in the seat next to me. no way some sat in this seat, right?? i pulled out my phone and started scrolling on instagram, there were a few stops after this one, but not too many i assumed since there were already a  lot of people on the bus. until the bus came to a stop. i guess this was the last stop, this bus was so full. i looked up to see who was at this stop, and it was a tall, kind of skinny but you couldn't really tell what he was since the hoodie he was wearing was huge, honey blonde buzz cut, and black glasses. he was kind of cute to be honest, and apparently the only one at this stop. the bus was so loud until he came on the bus, everyone stopped talking, laughing and everything and just stared at him. i guess they were intimidated by him, i mean i would be too. 

"thank god he isn't sitting next to me," i had said to myself as i looked back down at my phone. i felt heavy steps come down the aisle, and there he was. well shit. he looked me up and down before attempting to move my bag out of the way, but i had the same idea as well resulting in both of our hands touching. his hands were so soft, but of course i didnt say that outloud i just quickly snatched my hand away and moved my bag onto the floor and continued to scroll on instagram. but i could feel him staring at me, i didn't want to look at him because i was somewhat nervous, my left leg was doing that weird bouncy thing. 

he averted his attention from my face to my leg quickly and stared at it, i could see his hand rising but him restraining himself from doing anything. he just cleared his throat and barely even above a whisper asked, "nervous?" followed by a small chuckle.

"what?- no of course not!" you objected, quite offended.

"oh really? then what is that..?" he said as he pointed to my obviously shaking leg. "i could literally just be cold," i scolded.

"you're wearing sweatpants."

"okayy? and." i said as my leg still bounced. he kept staring at my leg before i saw his hand raise and rest his hand on my thigh. this had to be sexual assault right? i could report this...but i dont want to. my eyes went wide as i saw his hand start tracing something on my leg, which made my leg go completely stiff. a small smirk was plastered across his face as the bus came to a stop he hesitantly took his hand off of my thigh and stood up.

and before i knew it, this big ass school stood before me.

well, i'm fucked.