Just like we once were(Various!Haikyuu x reader)

Weird first impressions- Chap II

I now stood outside the big gates of Karasuno, and it was to say the least a big school.

Auntie had just dropped me of, she said I should go to room 212 and that I could ask the teachers where it was.

Putting my japanese to the test, yes thats right my japanese was...well...bad. I walked up to a teacher standing about five meters from me.

"I-Im sorry miss, do you know where room 212 is?" I tried in japanese.

She shifted her eyes towards me and smiled.
"Are you new?"

"Could you tell" I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment.

She giggled slightly before nodding. "Here, I'll have someone show you" she waved towards another student.

The shorter student came half jogging towards us, I couldn't tell if he was a first year, or just a small second or third year. His black hair was spiked upwards except for a small part of blond hair that sat leaning out over his forehead.

"Would you be so kind to show this new student to classroom 201?" She asked the smiling boy.

"Yes of course!" He anzwered back in japanese tho I understood what he said.

He took my hand and started walking rather fast towards the school building.

"We have to hurry, were starting soon, Im in the same class!" I was a little comfused at...well everything but i smiled towards the boy.

"So were are you from" he had now let go of my hand and pushed the doors open.

"I...uh, I don't know how to say it in japanese" I tried my best explaining with the few words I knew, I had only had one day to learn as mutch japanese as I could before moving here, I tried, but damn was it hard!

"Oh, ok, say it in English then" he jogged to the elevator just to se a note on the metal doors.

"I lived in (c/n)" I continued following the boy in front of me.

"Shit, we'll have to take the stairs..." He cursed under his breath.

"I hope you're ok with that" he smiled an apologetic smile.

I nodded, I had a pretty good shape after all.

"(C/n)..." He appeared to be thinking as we started jogging up the stairs. "Well, sorry I'm not that good at English"

"Soooo, do you do any sports or anything?" He asked slightly panting as we sped up the jogging pace. I cept up pretty easily, still following. It was pretty weard having a conversation like this but it's not like I minded, really.

That question brought up some memories...memories I'd rather want to forget, but it couldn't be helped.

"No" I answered bluntly.

He trew a glanse at me over his shoulder, I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

It was true, I never really did sports myself, I had tried, but someway I'd always end up being a coach, maby just because I was good at it. Those memories had once been happy ones, now they haunt me. It feels like a hole is punched through my heart whenever i look back.

'I can never go back...'

"Oh" was the only thing he replied with.