Free! Oneshots

(Seijuro Mikoshiba) The College Experience PART 1

A/n: Here it is! A Seijuro oneshot because I realized now that he didn't have one here, which is a shame on me! (Welcome to the bara party, Sei-hunny, it wouldn't be complete without you <3 I'll shower you with so much love) But, seriously, wow. I can't believe it. I mean, I wanted to kind of make one for him for the little OVA series, but he never popped up in that episode, so I didn't think so much on it. BUT NOW IT'S HIS TIME TO SHINE.

But, writing this was basically my escape from my stress and stuff. So, while trying to not think too much of college, I write a oneshot about college. Sometimes I don't understand my own logic. But, this is basically me ranting in story form. Reader is me in some aspects but not entirely because I don't have a Seijuro in my life. Quite sad tbh. But I hope this oneshot (and the second part) will still be a pleasant read!

But, anyway, sorry for all the wait for an actual update here! I'm currently typing the second part as we speak! While you're at it, do check out my other Free! stories: Finding Beauty and The Story of Us.

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(F/n), a mere sophomore in college, would never expect the "luck" she'd get that one day. And when she says luck, she means the utmost worst luck she could ever get. On top of her already sucky life, this was just the icing on the cake, she deeply believed.

You see, (F/n) commutes to college, which means she lives at her home and walks to college every single day except for the weekend, since that's how her schedule worked out. She misses out a lot at the university, not that she minds too much. Events, sports games, parties; all lost and shoved in the back of her mind because she just doesn't have the time. She has to study for a high GPA and be the perfect daughter.

But, how? Nothing is the same in college.

The (h/c) haired girl used to get fairly decent grades in back in high school, never going as low as a C. She participated in her school's (Fav club) and been praised for her hard work and skills. She had reliable friends she saw every day and been thankful for having. She was also well-liked by her peers, never getting into any arguments and maintained a friendly attitude.

But this was college. You see different people every day so it wasn't as easy for (F/n) to make decent friends. And her old friends all seemed to have picked different colleges to go to, all whom looked content with their new lives without her. There may be a couple acquaintances here and there, but it wasn't the same as having someone to really invest in talking to.

Along with the harder classes, the stresses of home, the gnawing thoughts of her unplanned future and the anxiety swallowing her from the inside, (F/n) could easily say she'd rather stay in the past. She misses everything and everyone, but it's history. (F/n) just has to move on just like everyone else around her did.

It wasn't that easy when she felt like she was on her own in the big world.

Back to the matter in hand, what could have possibly made (F/n) officially dub her life complete crap? Two words:

Mikoshiba Seijuro

A junior in her college who's known to be on a swimming scholarship. The guy with the flaming red hair, the piercing golden eyes, and a tan, toned body of a Greek god. Someone so kind and with charisma of ten boys combined. Seijuro was a popular guy in the college; whether you met him in one of your classes, met him at a party, or just walking around the campus. Overall, very well-known.

(F/n) couldn't stand him. Sure, he was a friendly guy blessed with good looks but all she could see him as was someone cocky and overly-flirtatious. She had heard enough stories from her female classmates about the redheaded swimmer. This was enough for (F/n) to stay away from him. Even if it was rare enough to see him anyway because of different years, she made sure to avoid any general places he would usually hang out at.