"Okay everyone, quiet now!" the P.E. teacher moved from side to side in front of the students like a drill sergeant, "I want to introduce to Y/N."
"It's a pleasure to meet you all," the young man stepped forward and gave somewhat of a small smile.
"He will be a peer of yours in some classes, but here, he's second in command."
As the teacher kept bubbling about today's activities, Y/N couldn't help but wander off.
It had already been four months since he arrived in Japan, and although he was having a tough time with the language, he'd established himself quite nicely.
He bought a cheap house in a cute neighborhood, which is currently being renovated by himself, as well as a car (a cool second hand 4×4) that he's also tuning.
Surfing the internet, he found an application for a job as a physical trainer at the local school. At first he was worried about not getting the job because of his poor Japanese skills, however it seems that the institution has some sort of polyglot programme and they were specifically looking for someone with an ample domain of various languages.
Luckily for him, over the past few years, Y/N had learned English, some French, some Russian, German, a few Arabic words and a tad of Spanish. So it only really took a few days for him to get called into the job.
He was also informed that for the sake of learning as much Japanese as he could, he would be assisting special classes and would share some others with the very same students that he would tutor in P.E.
Awakening from his daydreaming, Y/N payed attention to what the teacher was saying once again.
"Understood then?", the P.E. teacher sat in a chair, "Haruto, lead the warmup," he ordered while taking a look at the clock, "five minutes, start now."
All the students started jogging and soon enough Y/N joined in. He didn't know anyone though, so he kept his distance from the group, thinking about his own stuff.
After warming up for a bit, the class was led to the lifting room, where Y/N started explaining the most basic exercises' technique.
If there was something that the young lad exceeded in, that would be his physic. As you can imagine, there's really not much that you can do in a Russian military prison other than working out at the gym... and trying not to get butt fucked.
After an hour and a half or so, the teacher called everyone to gather in a circle.
"To end the lesson, we'll play some dodgeball. Two teams, Y/N will be captain one and..." he seemed to think for a moment, "MC, you're captain two."
The so-called MC, although Y/N guessed that it must be some sort of nickname, stepped forward and positioned himself beside him.
He'd been watching him throughout the whole class, and truth be told, MC looks pretty average in everything he does: mid physic, brown hair and eyes, not really that much of an outgoing guy, but also not timid. Not great, not terrible. We'll see how good of a captain he can make.
After a quick game of rock paper scissors, MC started choosing up his teammates. And so a cheerful looking, pink haired girl, called Sayori was the first one to be added to his team.
Y/N chose next and pointed to the guy named Haruto. He watched him closely and deduced that the small Japanese must play some sort of sport, he's fast and has an excellent reaction time. A great acquaintance.
His rival chose again, this time a green eyed, brown haired girl, whose name Y/N still didn't know. She looked confident and had somewhat of a sporty build.
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Yuri x (very) Dark Past Reader!
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