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You take a deep breath as you glance around the halls of your new school, Karasuno. You just transferred from Nekoma because of moving.

Looking down at the map you were provided with, you couldn't even find where you were on the map. You sighed in defeat looking around you for any sign of a recognizable landmark.

"Ehhhh. I dont like it here... I miss Nekoma... I miss Kenma and Tetsurou... Why did I have to move?" You groaned as you trudged down the hall hoping you can find your classroom. Of course, you could ask one one of the other students, but you really can't deal with social interaction right now... Or ever. And suddenly you're on the floor.

You looked up to see a fairly short boy with brightly colored ginger hair sit up from the floor and look your way. He scrambled up from his spot on the ground and stood over you. He stuck his hand out to you offering to help you up.

"S-sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going! My name is Hinata Shouyou. Nice to meet you!" You grabbed his hand and pulled yourself up with his help.

"It's, uh... Its okay. My name is, err, y/n l/n. Nice to meet you too, I guess." You fumbled with your words. Anyone could see how bad at socialization you are.

"I've gotta go! See you soon!" He shouted, running off. You glanced at the floor noticing he dropped his notebook. You picked it up and looked down the hall to see his hair poking up from the crowd. You shrugged, seeing as you have no clue where else to go, and followed him down the hall to return his notebook.

"Ehh. Why do I have to come to one of your games? I have things to do, you know!" You complained as you walked alongside your older brother, Oikawa.

"Aww. Does (Nickname)-chan not want to watch her big brother play against Karasuno?" He whined back at you. You shook your head at him boredly.

"But if course I have to. So instead I'm going to pretend to watch you while really watching anime on my phone." He pouted more before being called over to his team. You sighed and wandered off to find some source of a drink.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a vending machine. You casually walked over to it, checking your watch to make sure the game hasn't started yet. Contrary to popular belief, you don't actually hate your brother. He can just be... Insufferable sometimes. You put the proper amount of money in the slot and pushed the combination for milk. The final (box? Miniature carton? Idk what the storage unit is called) of milk. You retrieved it as it dropped just in time to hear a voice behind you.

"Oh. That was the last one." You turned around to see a tall boy with black hair and dark blue eyes and a somewhat disappointed look.

"Oh. Sorry. You can have it." You said shrugging and handing it to him.

"I-I'll pay you back!" he said with a determined gaze.

"Eh. No need. It was my brother's money." You shrugged and walked away to the bleachers to get a good spot, hopefully away from fan girls, to watch the match.

You were laughing with your friends as you all congregate to your next class. You were walking backwards so you could see the faces of the people you're talking to. All if a sudden, your walking ceased as you crashed into something and fell on the ground.

You looked up to see an annoyed looking blonde with headphones around his neck. A smaller boy stood next to him with olive green hair and freckles. You stood up from the ground, ready to apologize to the salty looking blonde when you heard him speak.

"Tch. Watch it." You glared up at him.

"Well I was going to apologize, but never mind I guess." You snapped back. He 'tch'ed one more time before walking off. The freckled fellow stayed behind.

"Er... Sorry about him. I'm Yamaguchi Tadashi." He stuck his hand out for you to shake, which you gratefully took.

"I'm l/n y/n. Nice to meet you. I should probably go, bells about to ring." With that final note, you both took off... In the same direction... To the same class.

Your classroom was completely silent as you sat taking notes from a textbook. You had headphones placed over your ears with music blasting through them. Without the headphones, the occasional whisper could be heard along with a cough here and a sniffle there.

You were almost finished with the pages you were assigned to read when you felt a rather harsh tap on your shoulder. You paused your music, slid your headphones off, and responded with a 'hm' while still working.

"Turn down your volume. I can hear your music, even with headphones on." Without even looking at the owner of the annoyed voice, responded.

"Is that a bad thing?" You said, still trying to do your work.

"For several reasons." He quietly hissed at you. You stood from your spot to hand in your notes. When you returned you finally got a look at the very pissed blonde. You pulled out a sketchbook and continued the previous drawing.

"Why are you still at my desk?" you said, making small strokes with your pencil. He didn't respond so you pulled your headphones back up and played your music, drawing while quietly humming while the salty blonde watched for unknown reasons.

You sat on a windowsill outside one of the advanced second year classrooms during lunch period, peacefully enjoying your bento. You took a deep breath, basking in the warmth of the sunlight filtering in from the window behind you.

The peace was quickly disturbed as a certain orange-haired first year childhood friend of yours came screaming your name down the hall with an unfamiliar figure behind him. The two stopped in front of you as you internally sobbed at the disruption of your calm afternoon. You now noticed that the unfamiliar figure was even shorter than Hinata. He had spiked, dark brown hair with a small tuft of bleached hair falling over his forehead. They both breathed heavily for a moment, in front of you, from running.

"Y-y/n! This is Nishinoya Ya. He's a second year like you, but he's not in an advanced class like you." You blinked at Hinata for a moment, wondering if they both ran all the way to you just to introduce you to Nishinoya.

"Okay." You responded with a blank expression. Hinata nudged Nishinoya a bit.

"C-can you please tutor me?" Nishinoya suddenly burst out at you, slightly startling you. You were kind of awkward around new people, especially new people that attracted attention from everyone else in the hall.

"But, er, why me?" You awkwardly scratched at the back of your neck, a bad habit of yours (

"Because Nishinoya-senpai is bad at contemporary literature and you're really good at that kind of stuff!" You blushed a bit.

"Okay. Er, when should we meet up?" You tried averting your gaze, but that only made it feel more awkward.

"After school today is fine, if you're available." You nodded at him.

"He's in the volleyball club with me so just come to the gym after practice. After all, you have (other sport) practice, right?" You nodded as the bell rang.

"You should hurry back to your classes." And just like that, they took your advice and zoomed off to their respective classes.

You quickly stepped into the bus, still dazed from having woken up mere minutes ago and rushing out the door. You gazed around the compartment, seeing no open spots. With a tired sigh, you held onto one of the handles, forcing back a yawn. You got very little sleep the previous night and you were certainly paying for it now.

The bus suddenly shook as it came to a stop. Everyone else who was standing made sure to get a firm hold and catch their balance, but you with your slow reaction time, due to sleep deprivation, fell. Right into the arms of a total stranger, to be exact. You blinked a few times when you realized what had happened and stared into the eyes of your savior.

Quickly thinking of a way to make this not as awkward, you Rose your hand up and gave a feeble wave to the boy who had caught you. He had a shaved head and was wearing a typical male uniform. He raised the arm that wasn't supporting your back, and waved right back at you. You suddenly realized the comedy of the situation, or the comedy that your tired brain found at least, and snorted. That snort turned into a chuckle. And suddenly he was chuckling, too. This turned into a fit of tired giggles between the two of you. When it dies down, you both had smiles on your faces.

"Hey. My name is y/n. Im a second year at Karasuno. You?" You casually stood, holding onto the handle on the top once more.

"My name is Tanaka Ryunosuke. I'm also a second year at Karasuno. It's nice to meet you." You two chatted all the way to school and found out a lot about each other.

You leaned against a wall in the courtyard, mentally trying to retrace your steps and figure out where you are and where you're going. You were a new student at Karasuno and you were trying to find the athletic field for the track team. You'd think it'd be easy to find because of how big it is, but you'd be wrong. (was EDIT: I changed it to track) Faintly, you could hear the sound of shoes squeaking on the floor mixed with the sound of stray balls hitting the floor. Perhaps whoever is making the sound could help you. Moving towards the sound, you were surprised to see a gym full of male volleyball players. You didn't know what you expected, but whatever it was, it wasn't this.

You turned away, feeling a little intimidated, ready to start the scavenger hunt for the field once again, when someone from the gym yelled out,

"Hey! There's a pretty girl out there!" You turned around to see what appeared to be the whole team making their way over to you at their own pace-- some faster than others.

"So what's your name?"

"Did you come here to watch my amazing skills?"

You were hit with a barrage of questions pertaining to your sudden presence at their gym.

"What is going on here. Why have we stopped practice?" A male with short black hair and a grim expression appeared behind the group. They all scattered away and returned to practice, supposedly in fear of what the man you assumed to be their captain might do.

"Ah. I'm sorry about them. I'm Daichi Sawamura, the captain of the boy's volleyball team and a third year here at Karasuno. You are?" He greeted you with a kind smile, very different from the expression he had made previously.

"Lost." You replied with a shaky smile. "My name is Y/n l/n. I'm also a third year, but I'm new here. I'm looking for the field where the track team practices." You sweat dropped while awkwardly scratching the back of your neck. He smiled kindly at you, and pointed you in the correct direction.

You and your friends sat in a circle during lunch, playing truth or dare. You would give each other stupid dares like, 'go stand at the front of the classroom and announce that you're gay.' or 'go ask out and immediately break up with (random person)' Most of your group would only choose dare a few times. You were not one of those people. You choose dare Everytime and haven't chickened out once. You were generally seen as a daring person, the person who is willing to chug an entire bottle of mysterious substance and then confirm if it's perfume or alcohol. It's usually perfume.

Once more your turn rolled around with your friend asking you, "truth or dare?" You pretended to be deep in thought for a moment before answering.

"Dare. And give me a really good one this time!" You smirked with confidence. Your friend looked around for a bit, thinking about what she could do to get me to back down from a dare. Her face suddenly lit up as an idea came to mind.

"I dare you to go over and start up a conversation with that guy I've there!" She pointed out the classroom by one of the windows. The spot by the window that she was referring to had a student leaning against St it alone and kinda intimidating. You scoffed.

"That's eeeeasy!" You stood up confidently, glancing at your friends one last time. They all looked slightly shocked. Your friends all feared the tall third grader, but not you. You walked over to him and casually leaned against the wall next to him.

"So, my name is y/n l/n. You are?" You smiled kindly at him.

"Er... My name is Asahi Azumane, nice to meet you too..." He seemed startled and slightly confused by your sudden conversation.

"Well, I am not going to lie to you. So, Asahi, my man, I will admit that I came over and started a conversation due to a dare. However, seeing you up close, you actually seem pretty cool. So I would like to continue this conversation." You stated proudly and confidently. He seemed startled and awkward at first, but as you forced the conversation to continue, he started to warm up to you, until the bell rang and you said your good-byes.

I walked to the train station after practice had ended. A little further down the street, I could see a girl wearing the uniform from Karasuno with a leather jacket thrown over it. I watched as an arm reached out and pulled her into the alleyway she was standing next to. I rushed over as fast as I could, fearing for the safety of an innocent civilian.

Carefully peering around the corner, I could see the girl being surrounded by three large men. She didn't look scared though.

"Look, I'm telling you, I don't have the money right now. If you wait until Sunday, I'll be able to give it to you." The girl sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You see, that ain't gon' work. We needs this money right now." The biggest one, the one in the front spat at her. She looked irritated.

"I'm telling you. I. Do. Not. Have. The. Money." She lightly glared at them. The men looked at each other and smirked. Something bad might happen to her if I don't help! I dialed 911, telling them the location and situation. They said they'd be on their way.

"Well you know what's going to have to happen to ya, don't ya?" He smirked and stepped forward a bit. The man raised his fist, ready to punch her. I have to do something!

"Hey! Leave her alone!" I yelled out to them as I ran around the corner, just in front of the alleyway. As all three men and the girl turned to face me, fear took over my body. Oh God, why did I do this?

"You tryin' ta pick a fight with us, punk?" The men started approaching me in a very menacing fashion. Suddenly sirens came blaring down the street. "Shit. You've just gotten yourself in a whole lotta trouble kid. We won't forget this." The three men booked it down the street. Now that they were gone, I turned to comfort the girl.

"What have you done?! Do you know what you just got yourself involved in?" She looked a little mad at me.

"I-im sorry... I was just trying to help... My name is Suagwara Koushi. I'm a third year at Karasuno." She sighed in frustration.

"I suppose I should tell you my name too, now that we're in this mess together. My name is l/n y/n. I'm also a third year at Karasuno." She held her hand out for me to shake, which I gladly accepted.

"What do you mean, 'we're in this mess together'?"

"You really think they're gonna let you off the hook after you interfered in their little scheme?"

You sighed as you sat in the corner of the classroom, as far away from the window as possible, waiting for your close group of friends to return from the bathroom. Your close group of friends included two witches, another vampire. (Your group was something like a secret society of supposedly fictional beings. As the others arrived you stretched and straightened your posture, beginning a conversation.

Most of your conversations used secret codes so people don't know that you're talking about secret vampire-witchy stuff. Sometimes you would talk about who you suspect might be like you. As you continued your casual banter, the other vampire frantically tapped your arm as your were taking a sip from your "water" bottle, through a straw. (It's actually filled with blood, and you don't want to get blood all over your lips and stuff, so you just use a straw.)

"Dude, what the hell?! I almost spilled my drink all over the place!" You turned to your friend who was still tapping your arm. She pointed out the hall at a boy with black, messy hair who was talking to a bored looking boy with pudding for hair. (

"He's definitely one, right?" She nudged your shoulder a bit. You cocked your head to the side a bit.

"Hm. I'm not sure... Should we pull out our best stalking skills and follow him after school?" You raised the question as a joke, but the others didn't seem to realize or care.