ৎৎ PUNK︕ [HAIKYUU X MALE READER]

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—Well, first day, first attack of stress and nicotine addiction—he said an introduction like the narrator of a book about to tell bitter poetry about his life. 

A cigarette rested between two fingers, sniffing and sickening the greenish atmosphere.

—Hey! “You can't smoke!” shouted an old man who looked in his direction. With such almost cloudy magnification lenses I could obviously see it from meters away.

Akazawa growled like an angry dog and became defensive.

—Go to hell!

Without further ado, he put his fury aside and, instead of wasting time arguing, he ran like a gazelle escaping a jaguar through the jungle.

I didn't feel like being late, I was already late by two fucking hours. Not to mention the date, he had told his mother that he had attended school for the last two months, a huge lie considering that this was his first day.

He pushed past several students, some blonde and others dark with lively looks. Something that caught his attention, the first time in his life that he didn't see that everyone at school was black with dead looks and tattoos even on their foreheads.

—“Hello!” he shouted out to the professor. He just looked at him strangely, confused whether to complain or let him speak first. "I'm new... Nice to meet you, I'm Sanzo Akazawa." He introduced himself without giving many details, only the important things, which made his presentation very short and not even his teacher thought he was going to give such a tiny speech. After a few seconds of awkward silence, the teacher told him to sit in an empty seat and continued with the class.

—Don't be so late next time, young Sanzo.

—Yes, yes.—his disinterest left the Japanese frozen .

Akazawa ended up sitting in front of a boy with orange hair, bright as that of a ripe tangerine. Accustomed to noise, he did not pay attention to the murmurs of the class.

—Look at it! He looks like a criminal like Tanaka-senpai! "It's perfect!" the walking tangerine shouted in a whisper towards the ear of a young jet-black man with a sharp look.

—Are you an idiot, Hinata? That guy doesn't even surpass Sugawara-senpai's height! What do you want it for?!

Hinata's face darkened. Those words penetrated his energetic heart. The heartbeat seemed to fall into a coma when he heard Kageyama say that.

—Don't be offended.

—Bakayama...—He muttered loudly, wanting to be heard, which he managed to do, but Kageyama was focused on something else to give him another beating.

—Boke, use your head.—He touched his forehead with his index finger, then walked away and pointed with a movement of his irises towards the boy they were talking about.—That guy... he has a you-know-what look.

—What do I know?–he asked innocently.

—... Are you blind?

–What?

—BOKE!— He grabbed his science book and hit his head.