Unexpected (Sakusa Kiyoomi x OC)

new place with a familiar face

A/n: I'm dying at this picture I found. Can we talk about Asahi and Kiyoko 💀

Beginning of 2nd Year of High School

"Come back to Inarizaki."

"You know I can't do that 'Tsumu. Besides, I actually wanted to go to Itachiyama in the first place~."

"But Michi-chaaaann, don't leave us!"

"Jeesh, you sound just like Izumi, but I prefer hanging out with her because she's not as annoying as you," Michiko teased.

"Why are you being so mean," Atsumu pouted

"I'm only mean for you~. Put me on speaker so that I can talk to 'Samu."

"Fine. Michiko wants to talk to you."

"Hi 'Samu! I just wanted to tell you I miss you!"

"Hah?! What about me-"

"Hi, Michiko. I miss you too," Osamu ignores his whining twin.

"Stop ignoring me-"

"Shut yer mouth and stop whining!"

"You shut yer mouth 'Samu!"

"Michiko misses me more because I'm the better twin!"

The two boys bickered on the other line while Michiko just listened, waiting for them to finish. But of course, their argument usually ended with them pummeling each other's faces, so Michiko wanted to put a stop to it before it got worse.

"Oi. I'm gonna hang up and call Kita-kun and tell him that you two are getting into a fight~" Michiko threatened with a sickeningly sweet voice.

Atsumu and Osamu immediately went silent at Michiko's statement. Finally, some peace and quiet from those two idiots.

"You won't call Kita because I'll bring up how you ripped his tracksuit jacket that one time and then he'll get that look. His stare will pierce through the phone and scrutinize you~."

Michiko's eyes widened, her teasing demeanor switched to one of irritation.

"You shut yer trap, Atsumu!" Her Kansai accent rolling off her tongue as a popping vein mark appeared on her forehead. Spending a whole year with the Miya twins revived the Kansai dialect within the small girl.

"Whatever. Just stop fighting this early in the morning. I swear it's like taking care of two bratty kids."

"Michikoooo-"

"Shut up 'Tsumu. Anyways, I'm at school so I gotta go. Bye, you two and love you 'Samu."

"HEY-"

"Love you too, Michi-chan. Talk to ya later."

She hung up before Atsumu could whine anymore and walked into Itachiyama. Michiko went to the office and spotted the receptionist.

"Hi there, I'm here to get my schedule."

"Name, please."

"Matsuragi Michiko."

"Ah! You must be the new transfer. I remember you received an academic scholarship from us last year, but you had to decline due to family reasons. Glad to have you back!"

"Yep. That's me, and thank you," she smiled politely.

"Here is your schedule. You will be in class 2-5. You can find it on the school map just outside of the office. Oh, and don't worry about your dorm arrangements. A student was very adamant about requesting you as their roommate for the past year."

"Ok," Must be Izumi, Michiko chuckled.

Michiko walked out of the office to look at the school map. Class 2-5 is on the second floor. This place is huge, but if I'm late for class, it will be fine because I'm new here. The tan girl made her way up a set of stairs, but she found herself in a hallway with no classroom signs. What the hell? The map said the class was on the second floor, but these aren't classrooms... Michiko spotted a young woman that looked like a staff member of the school.

"Um, excuse me? I'm new here, and I'm having a little trouble finding my class. Could you help me?"

"Of course! What's your class?"

"Class 2-5."

"Ok! I know it can be a little confusing. The school has two sets of staircases that lead to two different halls for every floor. The one you took leads to the side of the school with rooms where extracurriculars are held."

Michiko nodded as they both walked back towards the set of stairs but instead took a left down a hall connecting to the classrooms' side. Michiko looked up at the class signs above the doors of each classroom. Once they arrived at class 2-5, the woman knocked on the door. The teacher of the class opened the door.

"Sorry to interrupt Mito Sensei, but we have a new transfer student here, and she got a little lost."

"No worries! Come on in and introduce yourself to the class!"

"Ok..."

Michiko walked to the front of the classroom. Why am I forced to introduce myself to the whole class? I can feel the judgmental eyes piercing through my soul.

'She's so cute!'

'She's kind of short...' And what about it ya limp noodle.

'She looks easy,' Bitch I'm about to drop kick you off your desk-

"Hello, my name is Matsuragi Michiko. Please take care of me!" she bowed politely.

"Well, Matsuragi-san, you can take the open seat in the back of the class." Mito Sensei instructed.

Michiko nodded and walked towards the back of the class. The students kept whispering about Michiko, and it annoyed her even more. If ya got something to say, say it to my face at the very least. She noticed the person sitting next to her desk was awfully familiar. It seemed like they were spacing out in their own world as they were glancing down at their desk. They had curly black hair with an unforgettable set of moles above their right eyebrow. Michiko had a small epiphany as the person's name clicked in her mind.

"Hi Sakusa-san," she said softly with a smile.

The top ace looked up at her, eyes slightly widening in surprise.

"Hi... Matsu-chan."

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Hey there! I hope you all enjoyed this one! Again, let me know if I made any mistakes in my writing because this is my first time writing a fanfic lol. Peace out to you cinnamon rolls ✌️😗