The Strange Life Of Mikoto Ishida (Yutaro Kindaichi)

Oikawa

Alright Miko, let's do this right. Taking a deep breath, I looked about my new classroom. There were a lot of different people here, though maybe not quite as different as myself. As the teacher finished speaking, she gestured for me to come forward.

"Hey there," I said, throwing on a friendly grin and giving a wave. "I'm Mikoto Ishida and I just transferred here from Fukurodani Academy." Whispers were already starting. I was used to that though, just like anyone like me would be. "Anyone want to ask any questions?"

A pretty blonde girl by the window raised her hand. "Did you know that you're really cute?" she asked bravely. Aha, a forward type, might want to keep an eye on that one.

As weird as the question might have been, I couldn't help but laugh a bit to myself. "That's the first I've heard it said to my face, but yes, I did know that." I was quite aware of my physical appearance. In fact, I'd overheard several girls giggling about it just on my way to class.

Another student raised their hand. This time, it was a boy from the second row from the back."Were you in any clubs at your old school?"

"Volleyball." I grinned as I did a hand motion to show the position I'd played. "I was a setter."

In the back row, I heard someone mutter something to someone seated nearby. I couldn't hear it that clearly, but I could make out the words "another" and "Oikawa." Had I not seen the guy's mouth moving, I probably wouldn't have had any clue as to who'd spoken.

"Hmm?" I hummed, locking on to the mumbler. Pointing to him, I decided to call him out. "You, spiky-haired, tall, lanky dude in the back. You got somethin' you wanna say?"

He looked a bit awkward about having been caught, but none of the others appeared to notice. "No."

"Okay then... I know I can't force it out of you..." I shrugged and looked at the spiky-haired boy with a mischievous grin. "But perhaps you could explain who this Oikawa guy is that you were comparing me to?"

Spiky didn't answer that. But I still got my answer as a voice called from the nearby doorway. "That would be me," said a tall, handsome brunette. His hair actually looked kinda fluffy and I was almost tempted to touch it, but since I had a feeling that he was a third-year, I restrained myself. Gotta respect your elders, you know.

"Ah, so one of the annoying pretty-boy types..." I hummed, looking him over. He was smiling, but I could almost see the little tic mark of annoyance on his forehead. "Shouldn't you be in class, Oikawa?"

"Maybe, maybe not," he hummed, mimicking my tone. In the classroom, I heard several girls squealing over his arrival. Aha, so he was that type, was he? "I heard of a setter from another school who had ridiculous white hair, so naturally I just had to investigate."

"You jealous?" Grinning, I raked a hand through my short white hair. While it was extremely weird, it was actually my natural hair color, and all my life, people had always commented on it. Some people had even thought it was gorgeous. "All your little fangirls were just squealing over how amazing it looks."

And there was that little tic mark again. "As if." Oho, childish are we? Oh, what fun this guy is going to be. "I'll bet you weren't even that great of a setter."

Oikawa's eyes locked with mine. He was smiling, but no one else could see that it wasn't a friendly smile. No, it was an I-hate-you-so-much-I-want-to-kill-you-but-I-can't kind of smile. "Mmm... can't really argue you on that; after all, I wasn't the official setter," I said, keeping up my playful tone as I shrugged. "But I was on the top team in the Tokyo prefecture, so I'm probably still better than you."

Oikawa was starting to look a little bit pissed now. His face was definitely beginning to show mild annoyance and the whole class was starting to pick up on that. But that instantly disappeared as a figure was seen behind the setter. "Oikawa..."

"Iwa-chan!" he said cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to this Iwa-chan's threatening voice. Oikawa turned to look at him before pointing at me. "The new kid's a bully so we shouldn't let him be a part of the club."

I merely laughed and shrugged, gathering my things and starting to look for my seat. "Wasn't interested anyway."

"Mean!" Apparently, I hadn't given him the answer he wanted. "Beg to join us!"

"Hmm... yeah... how about no?" I spotted my desk and started to head over towards it, Oikawa following behind. This little discussion of ours was far from over.

"You have to join us."

Turning back to look at him, I set my things on my desk. "Didn't you just say you didn't want me?"

"Iwa-chan!" he whined, looking back at him. Iwa-chan just looked at him in annoyance. "Make him join us!"

I leaned over to look past Oikawa. "You got an actual name, Iwa-chan?"

"Iwaizumi."

Nodding, I made a note to remember his name. Something told me that it would be important. To make things fair, I gave him my name as well. "Alright, Iwaizumi, I'm Mikoto Ishida. But my friends call me Miko."

"What friends?" Oikawa huffed, annoyed at being ignored.

"All the ones that used to be yours," I laughed as I smirked. Glancing up at the clock, I waved goodbye to the two third years. "By the way, you might want to get to class. It's not wise for third years to skip class."

As I watched Iwaizumi drag Oikawa off to class, I thought about this new school. Aoba Johsai was definitely going to be an interesting place. Now if only I could make sure no one finds out that I'm actually a girl. Well, so long as I don't get dragged into a sports club I should be fine, right?