Winner [Haikyu!! x OC] (Ongoing)

Pretty Boy

At the end of the day, I am seriously considering skipping my scheduled trip to Mr. Kakeru's office. My sad attempts at peer tutoring in English overwhelmed me and I haven't given any more thought to my choice of a club. I don't think he will take too kindly to my continued indecisiveness. But what am I supposed to do? There are a total of zero clubs on the list he gave me that pique my interest. Not only that, but not being fluent in Japanese seriously limits my options.

I chose to come to Aoba Johsai, hoping for a more normal school experience. I figured if I had to live in Japan in the middle of high school, I wanted to have the full cultural experience. That, and I hadn't heard great things about the American school. Meanwhile, Aoba Johsai High School has a stellar reputation. Right about now, however, I am starting to wonder if I made the right decision in coming to this school after all.

I don't have any friends. Classes are going well, I suppose. I'm in the highest English class offered and it's still easy. I'm in the lowest Japanese class offered and it's still hard. Everybody is still gossiping about the American girl. My English teacher is using me as a peer tutor. My parents are practically waiting for an excuse to switch my schools again. And I don't have a club to join.

An angry growl tries to crawl out of my throat, but I'm still making my way through the crowded hallway, so I shove it back down. I can't have people thinking that the girl from America growls to herself in public. I have a lot of pent-up frustration though. I need to hit something. Hard. To let it all out.

That's the deciding factor. I switch routes, abandoning my path to see Mr. Kakeru and wandering to try to find the tennis courts. With any luck, there might be a racquet and some spare balls laying around. Hitting some serves is exactly what I need right now.

The only problem is, I can't recall how to get to the tennis courts. I remember visiting them when I first toured the school, but Aoba Johsai has a relatively large campus, and I think my nerves about starting school here fried my memory. But it will be good for me to explore the grounds without any pressure. Now that I'm sluffing my meeting with my counselor, I'll have the time to do exactly that.

A chorus of squealing attacks my ears as I turn the next corner. A crowd of girls packs the hallway, shoulder to shoulder for the next twenty or so feet. I stop short on the outskirts of the mob, shocked at how so many girls can fit into such a compact space and still be able to scream as though their eardrums weren't about to be destroyed by the intensity of the other high-pitched voices. Standing in the middle of the chaos is a tall boy with stylish brown hair, eyes scrunched shut as he smiles and waves at the girls throwing themselves at him.

"You've got to be kidding me." I say it in English, but a few of the girls in the back of the crowd still turn and glare at me. Maybe it was the tone of my voice that gave me away. I ignore their glares, trying to find a path through the masses of raging estrogen, but there's nothing. I glance back around the corner I just turned, but there is another hoard of girls closing in behind me. Seriously? There's no way I can fight against their incoming momentum.

Another glance at the boy causing this traffic jam tells me it isn't going to clear up any time soon. He's talking to every girl who addresses him, which is honestly impressive, considering the sheer quantity of girls shouting at him. I scowl and head to the far right of the hallway, determined to make it past this mess. How hard can it be to weave through some girls who have nothing better to do than fawn over a guy with a nice face?