꧁ what happens when a exchange student from america named y/n meets a entire class of smart hot people ? ꧂
𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙪
𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙛𝙞𝙘 / 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘, 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩�...
| you all didn't really realize this yet but the gifs have to do with the next chapter so be on the lookout for those >:D sorry for the shitty writing ahead though :( |
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"japanesewill be like this" 'thoughts will be like this' "english will be like this"
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the scratching of pencils and pens filled the classroom. y/n sighed as a wave of tiredness hit her, her mind wandering.
"l/n-san, what in the world are you writing? "
y/n looked down at her paper, staring at the random lines she had wrote. the girl looking at the paper in confusion before realizing that was her paper. her friend beside her stifling a giggle after looking at the girl who was in complete shock.
"oh shit- sorry sir," y/n sighed as she erased the messy scribbles that wouldn't even qualify as a fucking doodle. I mean, I wouldn't know, I'm just an author pretending to do work in tutoring but i'm actually writing fanfiction without grammar holy shit my English teacher would be ANGRY-
whoops, accidentally did a bit of self-projection...
"do not swear in my classroom, miss. l/n," he sighed as the girl looked at him with absolute panic in her eyes, the girl being absolutely mortified as he walked back to his desk to grade some more papers.
the girl looked down at her paper, realizing she was stupid for not knowing the teacher, who remind you, was teaching the class english, spoke english. she started to write again, making sure she actually wrote japanese instead of some lost ancient language from 90 B.C.E.
The bell rang with intensity as the girl sighed in annoyance, the young girl sighing as she grabbed her bag and put her books and papers inside of it. The boy next to her having the Anime Protagonist™ seat, him giggling behind her interaction with the ruby eyed teacher.
Suddenly 2 silver-haired boys walked up to y/n, the two surrounding the nervous s/c girl. she stood up only to have a hand slammed down on her desk.
"so, are you really y/u?" the boy on her left asked with malice in his voice. the boy on her right glaring at her with the intensity of a 1000 burning suns.
"eh-... I think yes" y/n responded, "who are you again? " she rested her bag on her shoulder, sighing at the two boys were annoying her and the boy beside her. muichiro flipped his hair, him rolling his eyes with anger.
"you guys know that we need to go art club right? " he sighed as he grabbed y/n's soft/rough hand. a blonde-haired boy SEEthING in rage in the other corner of the classroom. y/n feeling the fury being stabbed into her and muichiro's backs.
"tch, so?" the boy on her right scoffed, "she can't be y/u, the odds aren't possible" he narrowed his eyes at the nervous foreigner.
"I think I met her at a bus stop at the airport-" giyuu interrupted the three passive-aggressive teens. shinobu glared at giyuu and grabbed his collar.
"shut up giyuu" shinobu smiled as she dragged giyuu out. the black-haired male being outraged by this giyuuism.
"shinobu! be nice" tanjiro chased after the two.
"haha no!" shinobu laughed while dragging giyuu. the male fuming along the way.
"I am sad now," y/n stood up, having an empty look in her eyes. "im gonna go to the other world now" she walked out the door, her long/short/medium length hair blowing behind her.
"WAIT Y/N NO-" muichiro gasped as y/n started to dash out of the classroom. the two running after each other, the two laughing along the way.
"goodbye world!" y/n wheezed as muichiro tackled her. y/n, being the dumb bitch that she is, didn't notice the two teens who were confronting her, chasing after them too.
"YOU LITTLE ShITS GET BACK HERE," the one on the right screeched with fury in his eyes. y/ noticed them and her and muichiro's fun were to an end since ya know, she didn't wanna fucking die from flamboyance and DEATH.
"does she have a death wish?" zenistu asked the person next to him, having a blank look in his eyes.
"hm," the teen paused, "yes?"
(AFTER ART CLUB SINCE I CANT WRITE SHIT RN)
"who lives in a pineapple under the sea" y/n started to sing as she skipped along the sidewalk. muichiro sighing as she grew increasingly louder.
"spOngE BoB SqAuRe pANTS!" the boy next to her speeding up to keep up to her, y/n's crackhead energy could not be matched by the cyan-eyed boy though.
"absorbent and yellow and porous is he?"
"sPongE BOBB SQAURE PANTSSSSS"
"y/n shut up" muichiro sighed as he slapped the back of y/n's head. the teen wincing in pain as he hit her pretty hard. it could EVEN BE CLASSiFIED AS ABUS-
"ok" she sighed, becoming bored instantly, twirling her hair around her finger. she and her friend spotted their apartment building in the distance. she ALSO noticed HER CLASSMATES, like, why the FUCK were they here-
"HOLY LORD OF FUCK- HELLO- UHH WHY ARE YOU GUYS HERE?" y/n put her hand on her hip, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. she and muichiro starting to become VERY uncomfy.
"everyone wanted to go eat dinner together-" giyuu started but was silenced by shinobu's death glare. giyuu was uncomfortable in short, the girl next to him having a sinister smile didn't help in way, shape, or form.
"oh, thats- uh- surprising-" y/n rubbed the back of her neck, trying to release some stress and take it out on her poor neck. the teen in front of her having questioning her words.
"why?" giyuu asked, their classmates behind him just wanting to start going to dinner. shinobu glaring at him even harder.
"ehhh, in fire country we don't do that" y/n responded, muichiro sighing next to her, questioning her sanity for the seventh time this book.
"whats fire country??"
"america"
"oh"
A ding was heard from your phone, all eyes were on you, you looked inside your bag. searching for the rectangular device.
