Various Anime Characters x Reader

Miyuki Kazuya - Look Forward to Having Ya

      My leg anxiously bounced as I shifted my weight back and forth in my chair. The teachers' lounge felt cold, I should've brought a jacket with me today. I played with my school uniform until my name was called by the woman whose name I keep forgetting; she was there to help me if there were any words that I didn't understand until I got to settle in. It was my first day at school as a foreign exchange student, and I could feel everyone's eyes glued to me as I walked into the classroom. 

        I noticed my name scribbled across the whiteboard right before I bowed down. I quickly introduced myself, stumbling hastily over my words as I was anxious to sit in my seat. I heard a few giggles which made my face turn red with embarrassment. I just wanted to go back 'home' and lay in my bed. 

       After I was given the okay to sit, I quickly made my way to my seat, my translator following behind me. I felt embarrassed having her there, but the embarrassment of not understanding something would far outweigh any I had with her. As we sat down, she asked me in English if I was okay. 

        "Yeah, just a little nervous,"  I gave her a shaky smile, and she gave me a soft one back.

        "That's perfectly normal. As I told you, I went to school in American knowing barely English, but here I am." As she finished her sentence, the teacher called for everyone to pay attention as he was starting today's lesson. 

        The class went fine, but there were a few words I couldn't understand, and having Ms. Arai translate them for me got a bit distracting. One class down, five more, and lunch, to go. I reclined back in my chair, sighing softly.

       "Hey, I'll be right back, okay? I just realized there is something in the teachers' lounge I forget." Ms. Arai flashed me a quick, apologetic smile. 

         I nodded in understanding, "That's fine. I think I'll be okay if class starts before you get back." I smiled back to try and reassure her, but I could it didn't do too much. She turned around and began to walk out, and as soon as the door closed behind her, my desk felt like it was in center stage. 

       "Psst." I felt a tap on my desk and I trailed the finger up to its owner's face. The boy had brown, messy hair with two black frames surrounding his light brown eyes. I was staring. I quickly looked away. Shortly after I did this, I heard a huff and another tap on my desk. "Hey, you speak Japanese don't you?" The boy's voice was barely above a whisper, so the words were even more difficult to make out. 

        I internally groaned before turning my head towards him to signal that he had my attention, "Yeah, just enough to get me by." I said this embarrassingly. Yeah, I probably should've perfected my skills more before coming, but it was my last year of high school and I wasn't going to get another opportunity like this. 

        The guy laughed, drawing some attention to us. I felt even more eyes stuck on me now, but he seemed to ignore them. He leaned closer to me, putting the upper half of his body on my desk, "I'm Miyuki Kazuya. Nice to meet ya....?" A couple of seconds passed before I realized that he was waiting for me to give my name!

       I hastily reintroduced myself, seriously was this guy not paying attention the first time? I was about to comment when I heard the door slide open and my head snapped towards it reactively. Ms. Arai was back, but the boy didn't back away.

        Ms. Arai made her way back to my desk with a file in her hands. She stopped next to my desk and commented in English, "Oh, I see you've met Miyuki-kun." She smiled towards him and they greeted each other, and he spoke casually to her. I looked at her in confusion. "Is something wrong?"

        "Ah, no. It's just... he spoke casually to you.." I didn't know how to explain that I haven't even started speaking casually to my "exchange-family" even though they insist on it. 

         She let out a chuckle and set the papers on my desk, "I've known Miyuki-kun for a while. He's definitely someone you can get close with quickly." I also noticed that she still used honorifics when speaking English, but it must be difficult to switch back and forth sometimes, so I didn't comment.

       "Heyyy," Miyuki spoke in a whining voice, "You guys are talking about me but I can't understand. Oh? Is it some kind of gossip?" Miyuki had a sly smirk plastered across her face and me and Ms. Arai rolled our eyes in unison.  

       In Japanese, Ms. Arai began to speak to me, "Mikyuki-kun here is captain and catcher of the baseball team. He's very accomplished already, despite being so young." She opened the folder and began to flip through it.

        Miyuki opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but then the next teacher walked in and class began before he could let us know what was on his mind.

       Throughout the next three classes, I couldn't help but reflect on everything that happened for the first class exchange. I glanced occasionally at the back on Miyuki's head, half-hoping that he would turn around and speak to me again, but he didn't. Not during the breaks either, as Ms. Arai was busy explaining to me the different clubs that I could join or be a manager in. My ears perked up when she mentioned how much the baseball club was understaffed even though they were the main focus of the school. 

     It was now lunchtime, and students were crowding around each others' desks. "So what do you think?" Ms. Arai was speaking to me more and more in Japanese as the day went by, "Anything that you're interested in?" 

       "Hmm. I don't know," I peeled apart the dinosaur chopsticks my exchange-mom bought me, after lifting the lid to the contrasting strawberry decorated bento box that she also bought. I couldn't help but smile looking at it though, she was excited to go shopping that day. I snapped out of my trance as Ms. Arai opened her thermos, "I think I may become a manager for the baseball club or something, didn't you say they were understaffed?" I quickly gave a quiet 'thank you' for the food before eating the bunny-shaped apple slices that were packed for me.

         "Yeah, I did. It's a shame, there are barely any first-years who join, and then they're left alone within a few months because the third-years are gone." She poured her still-warm coffee into the lid of her thermos. She took a long sip before both of our attention were brought to Miyuki's hand on my desk.

         I studied it fr a few seconds longer than I probably should have, but I couldn't help it. My eyes flickered over his slender fingers, and my mind trailed into how rough his palms probably are. A baseball prodigy who seems to be the country's favorite, according to Ms. Arai when she brushed over the topic again while describing the baseball club. 

          It took me a few seconds to realize that Miyuki was speaking, "...and we would love to have more people to help out on the team." I looked up at him and he was flashing me a charming smile. I tried to keep my look as neutral as possible, but my heart felt weirdly tight in my chest.

         "Yeah, I'm considering becoming a manager, but the art club sounds very appealing too." I moved my eyes away from Miyuki's face and studied his hands on my desk instead. I glanced in time to notice Ms. Arai give Miyuki a reciprocated smile as she pulled out the form for joining the club. 

          Miyuki squatted down so that his face now replaced the view of his hands, "I hope you join our club. I think it would be an interesting experience for you and the team." I could already tell that my face was flushed, and I quickly turned my head away.

        "That's true, Miyuki-kun! You'll also get to see a lot of interesting places because of the team traveling for games!" Ms. Arai pushed the form closer to me, it gently poked at my arm. 

          "Well, you may be right. Traveling would let me see more of Japan and experience some more new stuff..." I picked up my pencil, still trying to avoid eye contact with Miyuki, who I noticed was studying me. I started to fill the form out, feeling their eyes stuck on me. What is with everyone and staring at me? 

         As soon as I wrote down the last character of my name, I felt my desk shake slightly as Miyuki pushed himself up. "Wow! Another manager! We look forward to having ya!" Before I could even say anything in response, Miyuki was off to another desk where a boy with a weirdly different shade of brown hair sat. I watched as he pointed towards me. The other boy waved, and I gave a small wave back. Well, he seemed eccentric.