I Hope You Think Of Me When The Skies Turn Pink {iwaoi}

Chapter 1 -Trains

Iwaizumi's POV

Trains. They're pretty boring. All you can really do is sleep or watch things zoom past you while you contemplate life. I am currently doing the latter. It's my first year of high school. I managed to get a volleyball scholarship to a famous boarding school not to far away from my home. I suppose that despite the fact that there are probably rich snobs oozing out of every possible crack, ready to judge you for something like inhaling to much air.

I would love to say that when I got awarded the scholarship, I really put consideration into my decision on where I would be going, but the truth is, I didn't put much thought to it. It was a 50% scholarship, meaning I could afford it, accommodation fees and meals were included and volleyball every day, it was a no-brainer. Now though, all these thoughts seem to be finally hitting me. Just my luck to come to my senses when I'm already halfway to my destination.

Now that I think about it, I never properly looked into the accommodation plans. If I'm correct, it should be 4 pupils per dorm. That means living with 3 random strangers for the next three years if my life. Assuming that I live that long. To calm my racing thoughts, that I could feel were slowing causing a migraine, I tried calming myself down with of the only ways I knew how...volleyball.

I was actually the captain of my middle school volleyball team in my last year. It felt great being a leader for people look up to. I hope that by my third year at this new school I would be captain. A friend back at my middle school named Watari had stood me that his brother goes to the same hell I'm currently being shipped off to.

The volleyball club is taken very seriously there. Only the best are chosen for the starting line up, and only two first years are allowed to play. From what I have gathered by stalking the schools social media pages, looking at the students who commented and background checking them, I can safely say I am by far the most qualified first year about to join the team. Although, there is something bothering me.

Watari told me that there is another talented player the same age as us that would be attending the same school. His brother had told him his name, but he had been distracted by a particular video game that was popular among my friends right now. He told me not to worry since he probably isn't that good, and even if he was, there would still be a comfortable spot on the team, ready for my to claim. I had told him that I wasn't nervous at all and played it off, and strangely, that was true. I wasn't nervous. The thought of a player at my skill set excited me.

"The final destination is right ahead, please all first-years report to the courtyard to be assigned your class schedules and your accommodation information." A loudspeaker sounded, echoing along the trains carriage. I'm really here. The send off actually reminded me of Harry Potter, which caused me to chuckle slightly under my breath. The train came to a halt and students started swarming the platform like worker bees, chaotic but organised non the less.

I followed the large group of students as they fought their way through the crowds to the courtyard. It was a large open area, paved with gray slates and emerald green grass sitting in a nicely trimmed pattern across the ground. An elderly man with grey hair and a large smile took to the podium in front of the students. Conversations among the students were brought down to a low mumble as the speaker began.

"Hello students, I am your head master, Mr Nakamura. I hope you all had a pleasant journey to our campus and are well rested, classes start in two days remember. I will be calling out your names per group of four, these will be your accommodation groups for the rest of your schooling years at this campus. After you are placed in a group, you will be lead to your dorms by you upperclassmen where you will be given your schedules. All right, let us start with the girls!"

The principal started listing off different names. Each girl could be seen going to the other side of the courtyard were they would meet their new roommates. If you looked closely, underneath the shy smiles, a few grimaces were clear to see. The girls names were quickly finished being called and they were escorted out of the courtyard to their half of the dorms, opposite from the assigned boys dorms.

As the names got further along the alphabet, anticipation was building up. "Iwaizumi, Hajime!" I heard. I pushed through the crowds and sat in the designated corner to meet who I had. The names were soon done being called out and our upperclassmen got to work. Groups were being found and completed within a few minutes. I was starting to zone out of the chaos when suddenly my arm was pulled by an iron grip.

I didn't have time to talk because I had then been pushed towards two people. The taller of the two had a dopey grin on his face with curly, dark hair, whereas the shorter of the two had a evil smirk and washed out pink hair. The two were giggling about something dopey had said, thus they didn't notice me. Thankfully, I didn't need to utter a word, as my group advisor arrived at that moment.

"Hello you three!" He said happily, "you are all going to be roommates." This confused me as there were only three of us. Smirkle was also using his brain it seems, as he spoke up. "Sorry upperclassmen, but why are their only three of us?" he inquired. "Ah, well, your roommate is still transferring from his old boarding school and will only arrive the day school starts," we were told.

"Anyway, follow me guys!" the upperclassmen called out. The three of us followed him like sheep, walking down a system of carpeted corridors. He eventually stopped at a dorm labeled 413. He handed us a small silver key each, the same number printed on the tags. He opened the door with a key of his own and held it open. With our interests peaking, we stepped inside the dorm.

Wow. It's so average. There were two sets of single beds that had been pushed together to make space for the modern looking furniture. The furniture in questions were random shapes in contrasting colours. Why don't people like the simple things in life. There was a petty decent sized tv on the left-side wall, a small fridge that had small bottles of water, two desks and a counter with four bar stools. The walls were a drab grey colour, and the floor was glazed wood that had chips in it. The school really spared no expense for its students.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to unpack and get settled in," our upperclassmen said as he backed out of the room. Well. I guess this is for real. I'm actually living and studying at Primrosen Academy. God help me.