Assumptions | Kise x OC

01 | NOT Good

01 | NOT Good

My first mistake of the day is not drinking coffee. I forget to grab a cup on my way out and therefore lose my source of energy for the day. It's not until I arrive at Kaijo High when drowsiness starts to settle in my eyelids and drag them down did I realize I've messed up.

Leave it to me to have a bad start to my first day of school.

Kaijo High itself is pretty impressive. I stand at the gates of the school with a dropped jaw as I take everything in. Spring cherry blossom petals fall on the students walking by, all of whom are wearing matching gray-and-white uniforms. Grand, silver buildings stretch into the sky with outdoor white corridors connecting them. If I had rose-tinted glasses, I would think it's the most beautiful school on Earth.

I take a deep breath and follow the paper map in my hands to my first class. People's heads swivel when I walk past them and I can hear their curious whispers.

"Is that a foreigner?"

"She looks American."

"I hope she's in my class. I'm failing English."

I roll my eyes at the last comment. How am I supposed to help somebody with their grades when I'm going to be struggling with my own? It's my first time ever attending a Japanese school. I've never spoken so much Japanese until my family moved here a few weeks ago.

The map turns out to be very accurate and I find the classroom with little difficulty. I hesitate at the threshold, biting my lip as I debate on how I should introduce myself. Do I act cool and nonchalant? How about nice and girly? Doesn't Japan prefer the latter?

The door slides open before I can finish my inner debate and a lanky man with glasses looks at me. I jump in surprise and he chuckles.

"You're my new student, correct?" he asks, grinning kindly.

I hold back my sigh of relief. Thank the gods above my teacher's not a demonic spirit like the one I envisioned last night in my dream. "Yes. My name's Suzuki Mari. It's nice to meet you"—What do I call him?—"sirsei."

My soul leaves my body as I realize what I just said. Sirsei? Like sir and sensei combined? What the heck, mouth?

Amusement gleams in 'Sirsei's' dark eyes and he says, "It's a pleasure to meet you, too. Call me Kobori Sensei."

I follow Kobori Sensei into the classroom and scan the area. Plain desks aligned in five rows of six are set in the center with bookshelves in the very back. Tall windows line the left wall, providing absolutely no shade for the poor souls who are going to have to sit next to them.

"Your seat is the fourth desk back next to the window."

Of course it is.

I supply Kobori Sensei a polite grin then walk to my desk and set my bag down. It's filled to the brim with different notebooks, folders, my lunchbox, and writing utensils. A heavy backpack is a well-prepared backpack.

I wait awkwardly as I watch students enter the room. Every single time they come in, they look at me then turn to each other to say something. Insecurity gnaws on my stomach, so I busy myself by arranging the things in my bag. I figure I can't embarrass myself if I don't say anything.