It was the beginning of April during lunchtime. You, (l/n) (y/n) a senior at Nekoma High School had just started your last year of high school in Tokyo. You only had been living in Japan for a few weeks, but you really loved it there. Even though you were fluent in Japanese, you were still sometimes a bit confused with the language, and Tokyo's streets were so different you couldn't help but get lost from time to time. But now, you were in your classroom, with a few friends you had recently made.
« (y/n)-saaaan, what's up ? Take your bentō out and let's eat! I'm staaaaarving !» happily said one of your friend, Sato Haruka. Sato was a short, hyper and energetic girl that seemed to never stay still. Even when she was not moving, her eyes were always eyeing things and people. She seemed to be in a constant good mood, smiling and laughing a lot, and had such a positive outlook on life, it was refreshing. She could come of as simple-minded sometimes, but you sincerely believed she was actually pretty smart, and you were always impressed at how good she was at reading people.
You kept rummaging in your bag but you couldn't find it. Suddenly you remembered : you totally forgot to buy it this morning before coming to school. You let out a heavy sigh.
« Ughh... not again. »
Now that you were living in Japan, you were alone and you didn't have your parents to cook you food. And since you were not the best at cooking, you usually ended up buying pre-made bentōs every morning before school. However, your time management skills kind of sucked and you were usually late, thus explaining why you often forgot to buy lunch.
Sato and another of your friend, Suzuki Rin opened widely their eyes.
« Again?! (y/n) please buy a brain once and for all. ». Suzuki was pretty opposite to Sato. She was very laidback, blunt and had a constant resting bitch face. Self-proclaimed memelord, she never missed an opportunity to roast someone. Whoever the person, if they were worthy to be roasted, they would be roasted. She once almost ended up in a fight with some scary-looking guy that asked for her number on the street. She made fun of his LED sneakers and if you weren't there to stop her, she would have definitely ended up in a fight with him despite her clear lack of muscles. Ito Yui, another of your friend tried to contain a laugh.
« Pfffffrt...Su-chan, that's rude ! Don't listen to her and go buy something at the school cafeteria (y/n)-chan! » said Ito gently, gesturing awkwardly her left hand towards the door and holding back her giggle with her other hand. Ito was overall a very nice and calm girl. Outstandingly pretty, she was somewhat popular with guys, but she didn't want to date anyone because « when you date someone you have to kiss them and tongues are disgusting. » She kind of was the mom of the group and she could seem a bit plain compared to Sato or Suzuki, but she had also a somewhat very weird yet endearing side. Closeted clean-freak, she was strangely obsessed with bathroom aesthetics and was actively keeping up a list of the best sinks she had ever used. She had a bunch of peculiar phobias and had a tendency to worry about everything and nothing.
« (y/n)-san hurry up! When you're back I will read your future in your hands! »
« Since when can you do that Sato-san? »
« Since yesterday. I memorized a wikihow article. Anyway go go ! »
You say up and hastily got out of the classroom. Your stomach was growling so much it was embarrassing. You started running in the hallway when you suddenly bumped into some random guy you didn't know.
He didn't fall, but you did and so did the stack of pamphlets he was holding.
You awkwardly got up and looked at him. He was about 5'9" and had the weirdest Mohawk ever. It was blond, but the rest of his head was black. He honestly looked as much terrifying as terrified right now, and even though his appearance wasn't very reassuring, you couldn't help but feel bad for him. He was staring at you, quietly.
« Uhm, I'm sorry I didn't look where I was going. » you said, a bit embarrassed.
He didn't say a word. You looked at the floor and saw all the pamphlets. You started picking them up. The guy was still not moving.
Looking for a manager. Nekoma High's volleyball team.
You blinked at the view of the word « volleyball ». You had never played volleyball before, but after watching an anime on the sport, you became utterly obsessed with it. You had read every article related to it on the net, watched a bunch of matches on YouTube and had even subscribed to Volleyball Monthly. You knew everything about the rules, skills, strategies, player specializations and formations. Well, in theory though. You were not that much of an athlete to be perfectly honest.
You looked back at the guy, who was still completely still.
Is he dead ? You thought.
« Uhm, sorry about that. Here are your pamphlets. »
You gave the papers back to him and he took them with shaky and sweaty hands.
Oh my god is this guy okay ????
You stared at him a bit and cleared your throat. Manager of the volleyball club huh.... You did not belong in any club yet, and you were really interested in this new opportunity. However, you were a bit hesitant. You had never played volleyball before and didn't know what a manager was supposed to do. But you felt like this encounter was definitely made by fate.
You raised your head confidently and the guy twitched a bit.
« Excuse me, but I am interested in being the manager of the volleyball team. Who should I talk to? » you said, trying to soif self-assured
« Eh? » was the boy's response. He turned his back to you and started nervously scratching his head.
« acutegirlmanagerohgodicantbelieveitwhatshouldidoiobviouslycanttalktohershesafriggingirlbutifidonothingshewillleaveforeverpleasekamisamasendhelpiamscreeeeeeewed » he muttered to himself
You were looking at him, confused, when two tall boys started approaching the both of you.
« Yamamoto are you okay ? »
« Whatcha doing ? Talking to a girl ? Ohohoho since when can you do that ? »
The first one was around 5'9" too and had jet black hair shaved into a buzz cut. He was looking at « Yamamoto » with a concerned yet kind smile that resembled the one of a father. You squinted your eyes. Wait, you knew him. He was actually in your class. What was his name again ? Kei or Kai or something like that. The other guy was much taller, like 6'2". He was definitely striking your attention. First of all, his face was displaying the biggest and slyest grin you had ever seen. Second of all, his hair made absolutely no sense at all. It was black, messy and was oddly spiking upwards. He also had a fringe that covered his right eye. Third of all, he was kind of hot. Okay very hot. But also hella intimidating.
The three boys had started speaking but you were not listening at all. You decided to slowly turn your back to them and prepared your escape. You could deal with one stranger, not three. As you were quietly yet hastily walking away, a big hand fell on your shoulder. You stopped, frozen and slowly turned around to see the hot boy with the rooster haircut smiling at you.
« So you want to become the manager of our volleyball team ? If that's the case, let me introduce myself. My name is Kuroo Tetsurō, and I'm the captain of the team! »
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Foreigner Feelings (Kuroo Tetsurō x reader)
RomanceIt was the beginning of April, the beginning of your first year abroad. You were starting your last year of high school in Nekoma High, in Japan. Your life was not that exciting but you were expecting something special this time. You felt that Tokyo...
