Feelings- tendo x poc reader

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a/n: so before we get started i wanted to let you guys know that this story will have a lot of adult themes and stuff like that so if your not comfortable, don't read lol. also im doing a black y/n because i feel like y/n that look like me are hard to come by. but anyone can read the story so don't feel left out. (also i found the cover for this story on tik tok so i don't have art credit)

third person pov

y/n was beginning her third year at shiritorizawa. she had just moved to japan from America because her mom got a new job and wasn't used to the culture and customs of the country.  y/n was relatively short but her melanin caused her to glow and stand out from other people. Her natural hair was curly and thick and smelled of sweet coconut and shea butter. although y/n was pretty confident back in the states, she felt insecure in her new town because she was different. she tried her best to make friends but often felt like an outsider because she stood out from everyone around her.

when she first walked into  Shiratorizawa Academy, she felt all eyes on her. she really hated being the center of attention and quickly became flustered. y/n tried her hardest to find her class but she wasn't fully fluent in Japanese yet, so she got lost.

y/n pov

shit. i cant find my class these signs are so confus-"ouch"

"I am sorry. are you alright?"

i looked up to see a muscular giant towing over me. not gonna lie i was kinda scarred for my life, but i decided to ask him for directions to my class.

"yea i'm fine. hey can you help me find class 3-2???" i said with my voice shaking from nervousness and fear. I don't know what has gotten into me. I'm not usually this shy but...

"Yes. Follow me." the tall man bellowed.

"thanks. uh i didn't catch your name, what is it?"

"Ushijima."

His expression was completely blank and i really felt like a nuisance, but i needed to get to my class and this was the only way how.

We arrived at class 3-2 but I was already late so i was the last one to walk in. I politely thanked Ushijima for the help and slowly walked into the class. My face  was hot with embarrassment as i walked through the door. I silently thanked the lord for making me brown so they couldn't see the blood rushing to my face.

3rd person pov

As y/n walked into the class everyone stared in shock, not because she looked weird or anything, but because she was beautiful. her brown skin reflected the light which made her sparkle and her curly Afro caught the attention of everyone there. The teacher shook her hand and was excited to introduce her to the class.

"Ah yes, our new student has arrived. Please introduce your self to the class."

"Uh okay," y/n said," I'm f/n l/n and i'm from America. I'm really excited to spend my last year of high school at Shiratorizawa Academy." she said with a bright smile.

Tendo pov

I was already excited to hear that we were getting a new student in class. Because they wouldn't know any of the rumors that floated around school about me. None of it was true though. People always tend to judge me based on my looks and my extravagant personality and I was getting tired of it. But I learned to brush them off and ignore the haters. 

I wanted the new kid to be a cute girl or a cool guy i could talk to, but when y/n walked in, she was far beyond my expectations. She was gorgeous. stunning. She radiated positive energy and i was complete drawn to her. I could feel my cheeks heat up when she began to introduce her self. and when she smiled, holy crap, i felt like it made my day. to my luck there was an empty seat next to me since nobody wanted to sit there.

"hey can I sit here?" y/n asked

i almost chocked on my words as i uttered out"y-yea, go ahead."

"thanks." y/n said as she gave me a gentle smile.

shit.shit.shit. she is so cute. i really want to talk to her, but i can't bring my self to do it. c'mon tendo. your never nervous so why the fuck are you being such a pussy.

3rd pov

As class dragged on, tendo would silently glance at y/n from time to time, occasionally making eye contact and nervously looking away after wards. He was trying to build up the courage to talk to her, but failed every time.