Oujidere x reader

He's in your class?!

(m/s/n) = middle school name

(Y/e/s) = your elementary school

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First day of class! Here's your chance to make friends and set the tone for the rest of middle school. It's early fall so you put on your school's cold weather uniform and a jacket. You eat breakfast with your family. They wish you good luck! And you head out.

Your home is pretty far from the school, but you don't mind taking the bus in the mornings. It was a bit crowded, you couldn't find a seat. The bus hits a bump in the road, you trip a bit and end up bumping into the girl that was standing beside you. You immediately apologize. 

"It's alright, don't worry about it," she replies, "Hey are you going to (m/s/n)?"

"Y-yeah, how did you?""We're wearing the same uniform," she giggles, "My name's Nicole, nice to meet you!" 

"I'm (Y/n), want to be friends?" You ask figuring that you have to make friends eventually anyways. 

"Sure! What class are you in?"

"Mr. Deeter."

"Me too! Let's try to get seats beside each other when we get there!"

"okay!" You say with a smile a bit too loudly, strangers on the bus give you weird looks so you decide to quiet down.

Nicole keeps talking however, you just nod along, she doesn't seem to notice or care that she's getting odd looks.

Once at the bus stop you walk side by side and continue chatting.

"So what elementary school did you go to?"

"(Y/e/s), it's in a different part of town."

"I think I've heard of that one, my school played against you guys before."

"Yeah, we're pretty good at soccer." 

"Oh yeah! that's the one. I went to Millwood Elementary," Nicole says, "I'm pretty sure quite a few people from there came here."

Realizing your new environment, both of you start looking around for the right classroom. You try a few rooms, before eventually being directed to a room on the third floor. 

Nicole pokes her head into the room and asks "Mr. Deeter's?" and is relieved to hear a "Yeah, this is the room."

She motions for you to follow her in. You both decide it is for the best to sit somewhere in the middle rows. When you're settled in, you look around the room a bit trying to get used to your new surroundings. Nicole is in the seat to your right, a girl drawing is in the seat to your left.

You try to say hi. She ignores you. You tell her that you like her drawing. She looks up shyly and mutters a "thank you."

"My name's (Y/n)" you say introducing yourself.

"Mickey." she whispers only slightly above an audible sound.

"Settle down everyone," a middle-aged man says when he walks in, "welcome to (m/s/n) middle school. I'll be your teacher Mr.Deeter."

"Now, let's jump right into learning to start off the year right. First off is math." He says grabbing chalk and starting to write on the board. The classroom is quiet, everyone paying attention.

A knock comes from the door, "Is this Mr.Deeter's class?" a familiar voice asks. "Yes, did you have trouble finding the room?" Mr. Deeter pauses and looks towards the door. Everyone follows the teacher's gaze. It was the boy that came to the store! 

"Not at all, just had practice before class, please excuse my tardiness," he says, a gentle smile on his face.

"It's quite alright, you can take that empty seat over there."

"Thank you, I apologize from interrupting," the boy says as he makes his way to the seat in the back of the room. Considering all his talking, you'd think he wasn't actually sorry.

"Classic Jesse," Nicole mutters.

"What?" you whisper.

"I was just thinking, classic Jesse. He went to Millwood, he's always late for class."

"Settle down, please!" Mr. Deeter says to the now talking class. He resumes teaching.

That boy just now, he didn't seem like the guy from the store. He was a lot nicer now than before.