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August 18, 09:00

Y/N stood at the back of the classroom with other students, waiting for the teacher to arrive. After a few seconds, a teacher entered with unruly, curly dark hair and an eye-catching brown and orange two-piece suit.

"Alrighttt everyone! Good morning, I am Mr. Chavez, or Mr. C." He walks out the backdoor and places a brown messenger on top of his desk, overflowing with papers. "Okay. Everyone take a seat. No seating chart."

' Unorganized. Screw you. Where the fuck do I sit.'

A sweat bead rolled down Y/N's face. As everyone moved quickly to a seat, she scooted slowly, she waited to see an open seat. Before she can take an empty seat farthest from the door, Giyuu calls her name, "Y/N. Are you going to sit there?"

' Really? Him...'

Y/N turns her head to face him, "Uhm. Sure." She sits down in the left chair then he sits down in the right chair.

          Y/N settled into her seat next to Giyuu, feeling the buzz of first-day jitters in the air.

          "So, what do you think of Mr. C?" Giyuu asked, leaning slightly toward her, his face as neutral as always.

         "Mr. Chavez seems... lively," Y/N replied, stifling a laugh as she watched Mr. Chavez sorting through his overflowing stack of papers, some of them falling out of his bag and scattering across his desk. "I think he's going to keep us on our toes."

          Before Giyuu could respond, Mr. Chavez clapped his hands, commanding everyone's attention. "Alright, amigos! Let's dive right into it. No time to waste on introductions; we'll get to know each other as we go."

          The class passed in a blur of Mr. Chavez's energy, humor, and seemingly endless anecdotes about "adventurous" language learning methods. By the time the bell rang, Y/N had already made up at least 20 scenarios in her head about beating Giyuu and her classmates up. It didn't matter if she paid attention, she was fluent in Spanish after all.

' Not excited for P.E. they will probably make us play dodgeball with those brown circle things. '

          Y/N walked into the event center, noting the rows of pull-out chairs filling the space. In the corner, she spotted Tanjiro, Inosuke, Nezuko, and Zenitsu chatting animatedly, waving her over as soon as they saw her.

          "Hey, Y/N! Over here!" Tanjiro called out, his friendly smile making her feel instantly welcome.

          She made her way over, weaving between students finding seats. "Hi Tanjiro. Zenitsu." she said through gritted teeth.

          "Just mentally preparing for whatever they throw at us in PE," Zenitsu mumbled, looking around nervously. "I heard the teachers here are... intense."

' What a pussy. My mother could beat him in a fight. '

          Before anyone could respond, the two teachers for the class entered. Mr. Gallagher, with his round belly and laid-back demeanor, ambled to the front, while Ms. Henning, tall and powerfully built with impressive arm muscles, followed, her gaze scanning the students with a no-nonsense expression. Despite her intimidating look, Y/N sensed a calm confidence in her presence.

         Mr. Gallagher cleared his throat and greeted everyone. "Alright, folks! Welcome to PE. I'm Coach Gallagher. I'll be the one keeping an eye on you all this semester, especially if any of you have an interest in football."

' He is what every American looks like in my head. '

          "And I'm Ms. Henning," the taller coach added, her voice firm but not unfriendly. "I'm also the advisor for the wrestling club, so if you're looking to build real strength, come talk to me." Her gaze lingered briefly on Inosuke, who looked back at her with an eager grin, clearly intrigued.

          Gallagher gestured to the screen behind them as he continued, "Today, we're going over the curriculum, expectations, and where to get your PE uniforms. At Dick's Sporting goods you can get your uniform. Or you can wear your school colors, black, blue and white."

          A small wave of giggles echoed the event center.

          Y/N felt a nudge from Zenitsu beside her. "Think we'll survive this?" he whispered, looking between the two coaches.

          Y/N flinched, "Don't touch me. Don't be stupid."

Inosuke laughed loudly. "You weakling!" He let out another laugh that only a hyena could tolerate, "This class will be a breeze."

          "Speak for yourself," Zenitsu muttered, "And can you be a little bit more quiet?" He whispered, his eyes still set on Ms. Henning as she went over safety protocols with a seriousness that made him squirm.

' He's right. Inosuke should shut up. '

          Inosuke scrunched his nose, "I am speaking for myself. Don't be dumb."

           Once the presentation ended, Gallagher and Henning opened the floor for questions, and Y/N could feel the mixed emotions around her—nervousness from some, excitement from others. As they wrapped up, Ms. Henning gave a small smile, surprising many in the room.

          "Remember, PE is about pushing yourselves, but it's also about supporting each other. So, let's make it a good year," she said, earning a small round of applause from the students.

          As they filed out of the event center, Y/N and her friends started chatting about heading down to the shop to check out the uniforms. It was only the first day, but she could already tell this group would make even the toughest classes feel a little easier.

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anyways.. um like 2 days ago my school went into lockdown cs of a shooter. urm. no one got hurt. was scary. hid with my situationship that doesnt like me back. my friends were crying. remember to stay aware

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