─ A new feeling achieved ─ {PLAYER X READER}

New kid

{A/N all of this is in Y/N's perspective and dialogs aren't correct from the actual series!}

{8 o'clock in the morning}

"I'm gonna be LATE!!" I huffed, my feet pounding against the pavement as I raced toward school. Mondays always hit me like a freight train, dragging me out of my cozy dreams and into the harsh reality of early mornings.

As I sprinted, the chill in the air nipped at my cheeks, and I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, a frantic drumbeat urging me forward. I squinted ahead, spotting the school looming in the distance like a fortress of dread. C'mon, Y/N, just a teensy tiny bit further, I urged myself, feeling the adrenaline kick in as I pushed my legs to go faster.

"...and..."

"SPRINT!"

With one last burst of energy, I charged forward, feeling like a character in a cheesy sports movie—RINGGGGGG! The school bell echoed through the air, and I couldn't help but let out a whoop of victory.

"YES!" I exclaimed, nearly bouncing with glee. Maybe a bit too loud, though—students nearby turned to stare, eyebrows raised in curiosity and annoyance. Great. Now I was the crazy person celebrating like I'd just won a marathon.

"Anyways, I'm never walking to school EVER again," I muttered, catching my breath. My legs felt like jelly, and my heart raced from more than just the sprint. I hated the thought of wasting all this energy just to avoid a tardy slip.

{In the classroom}

"Alright, class, settle down and listen up!" Mr. Carracillo barked, his voice dripping with annoyance. He was the kind of teacher who could silence a room with just a glare, and today, he looked particularly unamused. Honestly, we weren't the most well-behaved bunch, and I could feel the collective groan of boredom settling over us like a thick fog.

"We have a new student... uh, please, just try to be welcoming and nice," he sighed, his exasperation evident as he ambled toward the door.

"A new student? Wow, they're so lucky to get our class," I groaned, resting my chin on my hand, staring blankly at the chalkboard. I couldn't care less about a new face, especially in this chaos.

Then, the door creaked open, and a nervous-looking guy shuffled in, glancing around as if he'd just landed on an alien planet. His eyes darted from one student to the next, taking in the chaotic scene before him. It was clear he was either shy or completely new to this whole school thing.

"Is that him?" someone whispered.

"Wow..."

"Ohh, it's a guy."

Whispers echoed through the classroom, and I swear I saw a vein pop in Mr. Carracillo's forehead. "SHUT UP!" he roared, and the room fell silent instantly. Classic Mr. Carracillo—a grumpy man who seemed to have an endless supply of disdain for us kids. I sometimes wondered why he even became a teacher in the first place.

"This is our new student. Please introduce yourself," he sighed, nudging the newcomer to speak.

"Hello everyone, my name's Player," he said, waving awkwardly. His voice was barely above a whisper, and my heart sank. Wait, what? I stifled a laugh. There was no way this guy just introduced himself with that name. It felt like something out of a video game.

"Your actual name, Bouchard," Mr. Carracillo replied, deadpan. "Not your code name."

"Oh yeah! My name's—" Player began, but he was interrupted by the shrill ring of multiple devices in his backpack, cutting through the silence like a siren.

Pfft- I struggled to hold back my laughter, hoping Player wouldn't notice. The look on his face was priceless—completely mortified.

"He's so going to get bullied," I thought, watching the teacher lecture him. I wasn't even sure what Mr. Carracillo was saying anymore; I was too busy enjoying the spectacle of the new kid's awkwardness.

{10 AM: MATH}

Math class dragged on like molasses. Mr. Carracillo was droning on about algebra at the whiteboard while I fought to keep my eyes open. I tried to focus, but the numbers blurred together, transforming into an abstract painting of confusion.

My gaze drifted to Player, who was huddled under his desk, whispering into his phone. "Dude's even worse than Shun Kaidou," I thought, shaking my head. There was no way he actually was talking about some random ass mission IN CLASS.

(yes that was a TDLOSK reff)

Just then, Mr. Carracillo's sharp gaze landed on Player. Without hesitation, he marched over, snatched the phone, and began another lecture.

"No phones in class," he scolded, his voice icy.

"But—!" Player protested, his eyes wide with disbelief, but the teacher cut him off.

"That's detention, young man!" Mr. Carracillo snapped. The finality in his tone made it clear there was no room for negotiation.

I couldn't help it; a laugh escaped me, light and carefree, but of course, the teacher heard.

"Oh, you think this is funny, huh? Why not join him in detention!" he barked at me, his glare like ice.

I immediately stopped laughing, like my smile was WIPED off my face. It was low-key expected tho. I swear when it's the end of the year I'll set this school on fire.

I groaned, shoving my things into my bag. "That's already the fifth time this week, Y/N," he muttered, exasperated, as he herded both of us toward the door like sheep to the slaughter.

"Way to go, Player," I said sarcastically as we made our way to the detention room, Player trailing behind me like a lost puppy.

{Detention - 10:25 AM}

The detention room was a dull, gray space filled with the kind of silence that felt like a heavy blanket. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and chalk dust, and the only sound was the ticking clock, counting down the minutes until our release.

"So..." I said, shuffling my feet awkwardly, trying to break the ice. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"I'm really sorry for laughing..." I looked down, ashamed. It felt like a stupid thing to apologize for, but I genuinely didn't want him to think I was a jerk.

"It's alright. I would've laughed too if it was someone else," Player chuckled lightly, which eased my tension a lot. There was something oddly comforting about his nonchalance. Maybe he wasn't as fragile as I initially thought.

so he's not like Shun Kaidou? Awh shucks, it would've been funny having someone like that in class, anyways that doesn't really matter cause he forgave me! 

"Nice! So... are we good now?" I asked, unsure of his response. I didn't want to be stuck in awkward silence for the next half hour.

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