Sweaty Guys Illegal Thighs

The First Day

*Wake the fuck up! Wake the fuck up!*

First thing I hear in the morning is my alarm that I customized myself. Why I set it up with my own voice? No idea, but all I know is that I regret it...badly. Right as it went off, my mom decides to walk in, glaring at me. Instead of a 'good morning (y/n)' I get, "You better change that ringtone or your phone is gunna break the fuck up." I pulled myself out of bed and dismissed the alarm. "Good morning to you too, mom," I mumbled drowsily rubbing my eyes. My father followed in after she left to prepare breakfast.

"Hey kiddo," he greeted me. "Nice alarm," he chuckled, "but seriously, you should change that to something less verbally strong (y/n)." He used my first name...Oops?" Sure thing dad," I replied. He patted my head as he placed a kiss on the top of my head, before leaving my room to head for work. "Oh! Almost forgot," he returned to my room," I bought this for you. They're your favorite color," he handed me a little box that contained ear buds." Just don't get them taken away, alright," he winked. I replied with a huge smile, "Thanks dad. You're the best," I thanked him while admiring the brilliance of the (f/c) ear buds. He smiled while rubbing the back of his neck, "No problem kiddo. Now get ready for school. I'll see you when I get home. Have a good first day of school." "Alright dad, see you later," I almost shout as he walks out my room.

It's my first day attending Karasuno High, and my morning has gotten off to a bumpy start. My mother had already gotten mad at me and I misplaced my uniform, but receiving a gift from my dad made it a bit better. Wait... my uniform! I panicked and rummaged around my room, desperate to find it. Destroying my entire room in the process. I yelled to my mom, "MOOOOM! Have you seen my uniform? I can't find it anywhere!" In response, she yelled back, "You left it in the washing machine, its gunna smell like a wet dog now, dummy." Taken aback from her tone and choice of words, I begin to grumble. I rushed downstairs into the mudroom.

"Hey (y/n)! The mudroom means laundry room, just in case you didn't know!" "Thanks?" I replied to myself, even though it was absolutely unnecessary. "Hey ma! I think the 4th wall just broke," I yelled just for the hell of it. "That's nice (y/n), now come here and eat before you get your uniform." I sighed as I changed direction and strolled into the kitchen to eat the "fancy breakfast" my mother provided for me.

"So (y/n), have anything planned for school?" Swallowing the food in my mouth I then said, "I want to be on the volleyball team." My mom looked at me with concern in her eyes and said, "But, your leg! Did you forget about your torn ligament?" I swallowed my food and froze for a moment." That's right. It's been about four months since my accident," I mumbled under my breath while glancing the knee brace. Breakfast went on without another word which gave me time to reminisce about my injury. Before summer started, I went to play volleyball with my cousin. I was going to receive the ball until I twisted my leg, feeling a pain race up to my knee, I ended up tearing my ligament. I never felt pain physically that great in my life! I was taken to the emergency room since the pain was so agonizing that I couldn't stop crying or walk. The doctor said it would take about 6-9 months to make a full recovery! He made it clear that I couldn't jump, run, jog, sprint, swim, or even ride a bike to ensure I gain full recovery as soon as possible.

As it hit 7:30, my mother took me out of my trance to wash my dishes and head over to the mudroom...again, to get my uniform. Once I pulled it out, my mom was right. It smelled worse than a wet dog, maybe like a whole wet barn instead! But nothing a bit of perfume couldn't fix! I put the uniform on a hanger and started pressing down on the perfume bottle, but nothing was coming out. So I hit it and hit it, until, it broke. And it went all over the uniform (Because story logic). Great, now I was going to smell like coconut times 10,000! It's over 9,000! But that doesn't matter now because I have to go! So I slip into my pungent uniform and grabbed my bag. "See you later mom! I'm off to school," I shouted as I began to walk towards the bus stop, not waiting for an answer.