ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏɪʀ ᴏғ ɴᴏᴀᴋᴜɪ ʀᴇsᴜ {{ Haikyuu!! x OC One-Shot }}

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏɪʀ ᴏғ ɴᴏᴀᴋᴜɪ ʀᴇsᴜ

 My name is Noakui Resu and I'm a first year student starting at Aoba Johsai. I have built up a reputation from around the beginning of middle school, that being that due to the fact that I will fight pretty much anyone. But, you know, the thing is I don't just fight anyone. I fight people that cross me, as well as people that feel the need to pick on others that are weaker than them.

A lot of people think that I get expelled twenty-four/seven too because I move so much, but really it's because of my brother's job. We have to move a lot since sometimes he gets a better offer somewhere else, and he's the main source of income for our family; or, more accurately, my sister and I. My sister has a job too, but she doesn't get paid that well. My parents are...well, that's a story for a different time.

I shifted my bag uncomfortably on my shoulder, glancing at my watch. I was standing outside my new classroom waiting for the teacher to lead me in and introduce me to the class. Although I had moved several times, the anxiety of having to go through meeting new people still got to me. I ran my long fingernails along my other hand in an attempt to calm my nerves as the door slid open and the teacher ushered me inside.

"Students, this is Noakui Resu. Please treat her kindly."

I bowed slightly, my messy hair falling even more into my face. Chairs shifted and hushed whispers filled the classroom, making a thin frown flit over my face. As per usual, my reputation preceded me and already dictated people's attitudes toward me.

The teacher, Yakama-sensei, gestured to an empty seat in the back corner and I dropped my things on the desk, leaning back in the chair with a quiet sigh. Pulling out my notebook, I began taking notes, my pencil scratching across the page haphazardly. My handwriting wasn't that neat, unfortunately.

I was broken out of my attentive stupor towards the board as a small, folded piece of paper landed on the edge of my desk. A scowl replaced my neutral expression and I snatched it, unfolding it and scanning the message.

'Me and my friend were wondering, how many people do you think you'll be sending to a hospital here? Thanks in advance!'

My eyes left the page only to be met with the leering faces of two boys, gesturing in a way as if they expected me to answer. I was about to send them a rather rude gesture myself, but the sharp voice of Yakama-sensei directed my attention to the board once more.

Lunch was spent by myself, picking idly at my bento. I need to make sure I find out where the track tryouts are... I thought, chewing a bit of rice slowly. My brother will have my head if I don't get in. He was already sort of mad that I didn't get in Class 5 anyways.

I did get pretty good grades for someone of my stature, but I didn't do as well as I had expected on the entrance exam. It was probably because I spent the night before marathoning an anime, but it wasn't as if I studied much anyways. Usually if I viewed the materials once or twice I had it down.

The day ended without any further trouble and I stretched, shoving my supplies into my bag and making my way down the hall. I was drawn to a nearby bulletin board, searching for some sort of notice about the track team. A printout declared that tryouts were on Thursday, which was three days away from now. I clicked my tongue impatiently and began walking to the locker room.

Unfortunately for me, a hoard of squealing girls blocked my path. In the middle of them was a tall brunette boy with his back facing me as the girls flocked to him, showering him in compliments and extending their homemade gifts shyly towards his outstretched hands. I let out a low hiss of aggravation. Guys like that were very high on my list of 'almost immediately disliked people' and clearly there was no other choice but to interact with them.