The Artist And The Swimmer (Sousuke x Male! Reader)

Chapter 1~ Iwatobi High School

Note: See authors note at the end :)

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It was nearing the end of summer, and I could already feel the cool chill of this years Fall brushing past me as I walked like a mindless android to my new High School. 

Others looked rather chipper, and some quite nervous such as myself. 

As much as I was in favor of starting at a new school, my brain just wouldn't focus. I wasn't used to seeing so many guys with muscles and so many girls bigger breasts and wider hips. Middle school had definitely put an image in my head. The impression that the guys and girls would keep their precious and youthful looks. I wasn't really sure how I felt about the whole 'growing up' thing. 

I felt out of place. I noticed that I wasn't the only one however. There were a few other guys, and even girls that looked like they were too young to be here. And maybe that was it. I just wasn't ready to embark on the next step on my quest to adulthood. "High school is just a milestone", they had said. Yet the way that it actually made you feel contradicts everything about that statement. 

Here I was, standing by the gates of the welcoming Iwatobi High School. A place where you would rekindle with your childhood friends, and make plenty of new ones.

I sighed to myself, apparently a little too loudly because I caught the attention of a few other students.

Was it too much to ask to just want to be left alone so that I could indulge in my hobbies? Yes, apparently so. 

I was already being approached by someone.

This was going to be a long year.

"Hey there. I'm gonna guess by your heavy and bulging backpack that you're new here, am I right?"

Wow. Someone's observant.  I nearly rolled my eyes.

"Yes, I am." I said plain and simple.

"Great! So, you interested in joining any clubs? It'll help you in the long run y'know."

"I haven't even gone to the front office to get my papers yet."

The guy looked taken-aback by my blunt attitude. 

This always happens. Someone tries to spark a conversation with me, and because of my voice and uninterested features, they always think that I'm being an ass, I'm anti-social or I'm a psychopath. 

And it really isn't any of those things. I just don't know how to communicate with people, because believe it or not I'm shy.

"Uh, right so...you should go get your papers." He said while awkwardly scratching his head and backing off a bit.

Maybe I was too blunt? I think I scared him a little.

He probably thinks I'm some kind of cultist now.

"Yeah, bye." I say, walking way.

"See ya..." He waves, probably out of habit. But on the inside it looks like he wants to cry.

Then of course I hear him 'whisper' behind me.

"I think there's something wrong with that kid." He says.

"Maybe he's just another one of those inactive anti-social weebs." I hear his friends chuckle.

But I just keep on walking, not even giving them the time of day.

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"Ah, another new student. It's always so exciting to see new faces!" An older woman chirped happily from behind her desk. She looked me up and down with a smile on her face, probably waiting for me to smile back. Or explode. That works to.