|Gamer Girlfriend| (Chiaki Nanami x Fem!Reader Self-insert)

|Chapter 2|

Ok so I'm a stupid American and used "Mr." in the last chapter without thinking about it, but this technically takes place in Japan, so I have to use their suffixes. I don't know them very well, so let me know if I use them wrong.
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(Y/N)'s POV

"Good morning, class!" A voice called from the front of the room. Annoyed about being pried from my conversation with Chiaki, I looked at the front of the room. There, a lanky blonde man stood in a black suit, with a white undershirt, topped off with a short black hat.

At his words, the other conversations quickly died out, and all attention went to him.

"Welcome to Hope's Peak Academy! I'm your homeroom teacher for this year, Koichi Kizakura. I hope we all have a great year! Now, let's quickly go over what your Hope's Peak Academy school life will be like."

He kept talking about rules, expectations, schedules, and others. I was really only half listening, as I started daydreaming.

I bet Chiaki is really good at (F/G), she is the Ultimate Gamer after all. I wonder just how good at them she is. I play video games a lot, could I really beat her? Maybe I could ask here some time. Well, I don't really wanna bother her with some- "Alright, that's all class!" Kizakura-sensei spoke, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Don't set anything, or anyone, on fire and we'll be good." He chuckled.

Conversations broke out all around me. I looked around slightly confused, meeting eyes with Ryota. Noticing my obvious confusion, he spoke up. "We were given the rest of homeroom to introduce ourselves."

"Oh." I laughed nervously and scratched the back of my neck "I wasn't paying attention."

Having already introduced myself to Ryota, I looked to my right, only to see Chiaki chatting sleepily with another student, who had long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a slight European accent. I decided to let them talk for a bit while I looked for somebody else to talk to. I saw a girl standing alone near her desk, looking almost lonely, so I decided to talk to her. Walking closer, I noticed the many bandages that covered her body, as well as her choppy, uneven black hair. I wonder what all that is about. No, now's not the time to focus on appearance.

"Hello." I greeted her kindly, holding out my hand. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet you."

She took my hand in hers and shook it, failing to hide the fact her hands were shaking. "U-um, I'm M-Mikan Tsumiki. I-It's nice to meet you as well." Suddenly, her eyes went wide. "I-It's ok if I-I say th-that, right? P-Please don't think I'm weird! I-I-I w-was just h-happy to meet my new c-classmate."

A bit shocked at her extremely timid nature, I quickly replied. "N-No, it's fine Mikan!" I say, though given Mikan's response, I may have unintentionally raised my voice a little too much.

"Eeee! Please don't hate meeeee!" She cried out, tears forming in her eyes. I could feel states from some of the others in the room.

What on Earth happened to this poor girl to make her like this?! "I don't hate you!" I said, trying my best to calm her down. "You didn't do anything wrong, it's fine."

"I-If you say so..." She said, wiping her tears.

"So what is your talent Mikan?" I asked, desperate to change the conversation subject.