I'm here with Yuu (Nishinoya x OC)

Chapter 1

My feet pound against the pavement as I run as fast as my legs can take me. 'Shit,' I think to myself. 'It's my first day at a new school in a new country and I'm going to be late.' I throw myself at the gate of the school as the bell rings. 'Crap' I think as I race time to class 1-4 and I arrive right as the second bell chimes. I stand in the doorway, panting, and the teacher looks over at me and smiles slightly.

"Ah," He says. "You must be a foreign exchange student." I look up at the class staring at me. I swallow and stand straight.

"I-um-yes. M-my name is Amelia Henry." I say nervously. The teacher smiled kindly and gestured to an empty seat near the windows in the front of the class.

"You can sit there Amelia " I hurried into the seat he pointed to.

"I'll be your teacher this semester and my name is Ittetsu Taketa." He was about average height and had short, dark hair and wire-rimmed glasses. "Alright," he said, clapping his hands together. "Let's get started."

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The bell rang and I packed up all my things to head home. It had been a long day. I was late for almost every class and got lost three times. But the teachers were mostly chill with it. It was my first day after all. As I began to head out to go home, then swim, a gorgeous third-year approached me. She had shoulder-length jet black hair, wire-rimmed pink glasses, and a beauty mark near her lip that made her look so mature. The boys across the hall were staring at the girl as she began talking to you.

"Hi," She said. Her voice was quiet and smooth. "My name's Kiyoko Shimizu. I'm the manager of the boy's volleyball club and I'm looking for a new manager for when I graduate. Um.. you could come by to meet the team today if you're interested." I literally didn't know how to respond.

"I-um-I-uhh-sure! I guess I'll come by for a bit." I splutter. My face gets hot and I know it's red.

"Really!?" Kiyoko says excitedly. "Oh, thank you! You're the only one who said yes! Follow me." She leads me to the second gym for volleyball, which is across the school from where I was. She slides the door open and calls for the boy's attention. I stepped into the gym and was greeted by a wall of boys, most of them six feet or above. But the one that stands out to me the most, below the giants, is a boy with ridiculously spiked hair who is... shorter than me??

"This is Amelia. She's a foreign exchange student and she's also your potential new manager." Kiyoko introduces me to the boys and they look nice enough, with the exception of one, a tall dark-haired one in the back.

"You found us a manager for next year! Great job Kiyoko!" Said the other shorty who is about as tall as I am but has wild orange hair and also has a truck-load of energy.

"I-I," I begin to stutter but Kiyoko cuts me off.

"Nothing's set in stone. I asked her at the very last minute and she only agreed to stop by and meet you all on her way home." She says.

"Well," Says one of the boys who, if I had to guess, was the captain. "It's very nice to meet you, Amelia." My cheeks turn a little pink when being directly addressed.

"It-um-it's nice to meet you too." I say kind of awkwardly.

"HEY!" A voice yells from behind me. "What's the big hold up!?" A guy in his mid-twenties with jaw-length blonde hair held back by a headband, marched up to the door, glaring at the team and then saw me. "Oh," He said, not shouting anymore. "Who are you?"

"I'm Amelia," I said hurriedly. "Kiyoko asked me to be a co-manager so I stopped by to meet the team." I bite my bottom lip nervously, waiting for his response.

"Oh, uh, ok," He said. "I'm the coach, Ukai."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Coach Ukai." I say as I turn around. "It's nice to meet all of you," I look at the short boy with spiky brown hair. "But I should get going." I turn and walk out of the gym in the direction of the gate. My mom back home would love to hear that I have a group of people to hang around with but that short boy with the crazy brown hair, for some odd reason, I couldn't get him out of my head.