PAPER AIRPLANES, y. nishinoya

one

it was your first day in karasuno high. you were supposed to transfer here last year, but things at home got messy and it held you back. luckily, you self studied a lot at home and it was enough for you to get accepted in the second year.

so here you are, in front of your shoe locker. not knowing what to do after this because no one told you directions or nothing. they just told you your classroom.

'it would make sense for the second year classrooms to be on the second floor right?' you thought as you went up the stairs. after walking around for awhile again, you finally found your classroom. "ah, class 2-d. great." you muttered under your breath.

you expected to be in class 2-a due to your high knowledge. however, they had a full capacity of students. this applied to all the other classes as well. so you were stuck in class 2-d.

walking in, you could already feel the stares from the students. you ignored them and sat down on your designated table.

a few minutes went by and it was finally time for classes to start. the first class was chemistry. which isn't that bad for you since you've schemed through the topics already.

before you could pull out your notebook however, someone tapped you on the shoulder.

"hey, you got a pen? i'll exchange it for this super cool paper airplane!"

the airplane was a boring, bland, classical paper airplane. made with paper especially designed for noting/writing.

you looked at the person who asked you. it was a guy. a short one. he had black spiky hair with a distinctive blonde streak running vertically through the middle. his smile was bright and his eyes were shining with hopefulness.

you hesitated for a moment, but figured, what's the harm in lending him a pen? you quickly opened your pencil case and gave him a gel pen. the pen had cat paws designed on it. you thought it was funny how a delinquent looking guy would use such a cute thing.

"thanks! here's your paper airplane!" he grinned and extended his hand to give you the paper airplane. you took it, of course. keeping it under your desk for the meantime.

'what kind of student doesn't bring at least one pen to school...' you thought, while writing down what the teacher wrote on the board.