The downfalls of strength (Haikyuu Naruto cross over)

First day

(What the uniform looks like cuz I suck at describing clothes)

Misaki pov

I looked at myself in the mirror in complete shame. If anyone in Konoha saw me in this they probably wouldn't be able to recognise me. What I was wearing right now was almost the opposite of what I usually wore. My outfits usually consisted of black shorts and a black tank top. Things I could easily move around in. But this restricted almost all movements. I couldn't run, I couldn't defend and most importantly I couldn't kill. I was wearing a beige colored weird top thing,  a red bow at the top of the shirt and a black short skirt. My purple curly hair which my aunt insisted she would tie up for me was half up and half down. I secretly stuck a senbon needle in there just in case. You know... For emergencies. 

"Oh my gosh! You look so cute!" My aunt said and pinched my cheeks. I released a bit of my killing intent and she quickly released her death grip. "Haha sorry." She said and patted my head. The one thing I completely despised about myself was my height. I was 159cm which wasn't too short but I was the shortest out of all my friends in Konoha. I shook my head at her and sighed. 

"Well I'm going. Bye." I deadpanned at her and grabbed my bag. 

"Noooo wait! What about breakfast?" She questioned latching herself onto my arm. Over the course of a few hours this woman had become surprisingly clingy. I peeled her off my body and dumped her onto the floor. 

"No." I said and headed out the door. She explained to me where the school was yesterday which happened to be only a few minutes away. She also told me that people here didn't have chakra so using jutsu's in front of people were out of the question. I quickly hid myself in a alley way and performed the transportation jutsu. In a second I teleported to behind a tree a few meters away from the "school". I stared at the building with wide eyes as I compared it to the academy back in Konoha. While the academy was a small red building this school here was twice or triple the size. I discreetly made my way in trying to avoid any of the people who happened to go here. I saw a lady in front of a table with a sign "receptionist" and I quickly made my way over. I stood in front of her as she completly dismissed my presence. How dare she. I coughed slightly as she squeaked and looked at me before her eyes turned into hearts. 

"Oh my goodness! You're so cute!" She cooed at me and grabbed my cheeks that were still sore from this morning. I was about to stab her with my kunai  I had a grip on, before I reminded myself that murder wasn't normal here. I laughed trying to contain my anger and ripped her hands off my face. 

"I'm Misaki. New student here. Do you know which class I'm in?" I asked her with a forced smile. 

"Of course I do! AHHH you're so cute I can't handle it." She started tapping furiously on a device which began to flash. I shielded my eyes and prepared some hand signs behind my back, ready to take down that strange creature. "Okay you're in first year, class one. Be careful okay? There are some crazy people in our school and you seem too fragile to take them down. So be sure to stay away from them! Have fun!" She said. I turned away from her so I wouldn't smash her face. There were many people who underestimated me but those who did that usually ended up dead. I walked down the hallway which seemed to be empty and knocked on the classroom that read class one. 

"Come in!" Someone from inside the door called out. I sucked in a breath and reminded myself not to kill anyone under any circumstances. I slammed the door open and walked to the teacher at the front of the classroom. He smiled at me before nodding his head. I turned around and scanned the faces of my classmates. God no. They had the same expression as the receptionist on their face. 

"This is the new student who's transferred here from a different country. It's hard moving to a new school after the years already started but please welcome her." The teacher said to the class. "Introduce yourself," he whispered.