Introducing Haruhi Suzumiya from the anime, "The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya," as Haruhi Watanabe (har-ru-hee ✦wat-ta-nah-bay).
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Dang it, locked again.
You stood in front of the door to your first period class, (least favorite class), which was locked again as usual. Your teacher never got to school on time, so you always spent homeroom roaming the halls to kill time before she finally showed up. What was there to complain about? You hated (least favorite class) anyway.
The other kid prodigy on the other hand would wait and wait in front of the door all by himself until your first period teacher showed up. He would always find some way to occupy himself by finishing up homework or just sitting there and pretending to be doing something so he didn't look like a loner.
You walked around the hallways with your earbuds stuffed down in the pocket of your (F/C) hoodie, avoiding walking too far from the classroom before the bell rang. Of course, all eyes were glued onto you as you avoided making eye contact with anybody.
"Isn't she that thirteen-year-old that skipped a bunch of grades?", you heard someone whisper as you walked past the crowd of students.
You ignored it. You picked up your pace before you could hear them whisper even more things about you. Why did you care anyway?
"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!", you heard a familiar voice call out from all the way at the end of the hallway, loud enough for everyone at their lockers to hear, "Wait right there! I'm coming!"
It was Haruhi Watanabe.
You were pretty sure she considered you as a friend, but you only considered her as no more than an acquaintance. You could guarantee by next year, she won't even want to be friends with you since each year you lost all of your friends anyway.
Haruhi Watanabe was a fourteen-year-old freshman that just so happened to be in the same gym class and lunch period as you. With her being all energetic and bubbly almost all the time, your "friendship" with her began after noticing you eating alone at lunch and doing all the exercises at gym by yourself.
You remembered thinking the first time you met her, Who wears yellow Converse?
Haruhi scurried down the hallway, accidentally bumping into people and repeatedly apologizing to them. You noticed she was wearing a salmon-colored tank top, covered up with a zipped-down, black hoodie with the sleeves pulled up, along with white skinny jeans and yellow high-top Converse. Her short, brown hair and the yellow ribbons that were tied in it bounced around above her shoulders as she quickly approached you.
"Morning, (Y/N)!", Haruhi exclaimed as soon as she finally caught up to you.
How is this girl not out of breath from just running down the hallway?
"You look like you have a lot of energy today," you replied as you watched Haruhi wipe the sweat of her forehead with the back of her palm.
"Hey, what's wrong with having great exuberance?", Haruhi said as she showed off an excited grin, "All of these kids look gloomy every morning! Someone around you has got to have some positivity, otherwise, this school would be filled with walking zombies."
"Well, that's cause people like you actually get a full eight hours of sleep," you remarked with a yawn shortly after.
"Homework kept you up late again?"
You nodded.
"Aww, you poor little thing!", the yellow-Converse-girl replied as she patted the top of your head, "Want me to buy you some coffee from the cafeteria?"
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Notice (Hiro Hamada x Reader)
Fanfiction"I know who he is. I just don't acknowledge him." (Y/N) (L/N) was a thirteen-year-old kid prodigy, already in her senior year at San Fransokyo High School. Sure she stood out from the crowd for being in high school at such a young age, but that didn...
