Prologue
Outside the gym, the echoing sound of volleyballs being smacked around reached your ears. You weren’t entirely sure why you were standing in front of the school gym that the volleyball team meets at for practice, but you were pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that the teacher (the guy who was assigned to showing you around the school) was talking to a group of teenagers for some reason.
You paid it no mind and focused on the concrete ground in front of you with your earphones in playing [band] trying to ignore your surroundings. Although it was kind of hard to ignore the blatant shouts of “Oooooh, she’s cute!” from the shrimpy looking kid with orange hair.
Sighing loudly, you leaned back a bit against a pillar. Damn, this kid is loud, you thought. (It was quite clear you were uncomfortable in your current situation, but there wasn’t much you could do. You weren’t very fond of people, and you’d already met more people today out of your whole life.)
All of a sudden, the teacher that had been showing you around (you still had no idea why he specifically was assigned to you, because you still hadn’t figured out what his actual job in the school was; supervisor maybe?) jumped into your line of sight and asked you to join him in the gym. Apparently some of the other students (one in particular) wanted to know who the new kid was going to be. You nodded without saying anything, pulling your ear-buds out and stuffing them into the bag by your hip. He led you into the gym to the two boys he was talking to earlier.
The orange haired kid was talking animatedly to another kid with dark raven-ish hair who seemed about 90% disinterested in the topic. You caught onto the words “volleyball” and “toss to me” but that was it. Not that you didn’t know much Japanese since you were from an English-speaking family, but everyone in the gym was yelling similar things (it was mostly just shouts of “Toss to me!”). It was kind of unnerving since you also weren’t fond of loud noises either.
Once you and (Takeda, you had learned to be his name) the teacher began to near the two teens, the excitable one bounded up to you, “Is this the new girl?” he asked whilst looking at the teacher, then back to you. You glanced over at teacher, noting that he was relatively short, as he nodded; a kind-of-disturbing smile on his face directed towards the boy. Maybe that was a hint to the short, although not shorter than you, boy to not freak you out. You were kind of relieved because it seemed he got the hint.
“Ah, yes. [Last Name]-san, why don’t you introduce yourself?” The teacher looked at you. You gave him a curt nod, looking back at the two boys, “I’m [Last Name] [Name],” You bowed quickly, taking quick, discrete breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down before coming back up to face them. Despite your cool exterior, you were a very awkward person with little to no social skills.
Wow, nice entrance, [Name].
You brought your hands up to pull on your [fandom] scarf to distract yourself, rubbing the thin fabric between your fingers.
The two boys both had barely visible blushes forming on their cheeks.
The orange haired boy, whom you still hadn’t figured out the name of yet, grabbed your hands, yelling about how cute you were. You raised an eyebrow in response. No one of any or either sex had told you that you were cute. Never. Not once. Not unless they were family members and you never believed them when they told you that either. Before you could ask him what he meant, the boy behind him smacked him upside the head. They started to bicker about something that you couldn’t catch onto.
Takeda-sensei intervened, waving his hands frantically. “I’m sorry, they’re usually like this!” You waved him off, saying its fine, asking him why he needed to bring you in.
Takeda-sensei scratched at his chin sheepishly. “Ah, that’s right, I pulled you in here so you could meet your classmates so you would at least know someone on your first day.” The shorter boy probably asked him too. “This is Hinata Shōyō and that’s Kageyama Tobio.” You nodded, glancing over at Kageyama to see him scowling. Not at you, but at Hinata, who seemed to notice that and turned around to glare at him back. Guess there’s some rivalry between those two.
You pulled out your phone, feeling your heart almost thump out of chest upon seeing the time. Mom’s gonna kill me. “Sorry, I have to go,” you said, pocketing your phone.
“So soon?” Takeda asked. You nodded again. “Yeah, I have to finish packing. It was nice meeting you, Hinata; Kageyama.”
Later
For the past hour, you had to bring boxes into the house and unpacking them.
You sat on the open back of the moving truck, swinging your legs back and forth as you chewed on a piece of [flavor] gum with your headphones on. You were in your own little world, unaware of the small group of four traveling up the road to the house next to yours. It wasn’t until someone had very loudly shouted your name from a few yards away did you finally notice them. You internally cringed when you saw the orange-haired boy from before. Never did you think you would see him outside of the school. Sighing, you pulled down your headphones to sit around your neck so as to not seem rude (you’d always been a polite person and would feel bad when you weren’t, even to someone you hated).
You smiled at them and waved slightly, glancing back at the dozens of boxes you still had to unpack (and all the pieces of furniture you would have to put back together).
When you turned back, they were all standing right in front of you, the other two of them looking rather bored. “Uh, hi,” you said, raising an eyebrow sheepishly.
“Hi!” was Hinata’s elated response.
“Hey…” were Kageyama’s and the other two boys’ responses. You recognized the blonde and black haired boy from the gym earlier.
“Can I help you with something?” you asked, not sure what to say. It wasn’t often you would socialize with classmates (or soon-to-be-classmates). Sensing the awkward tension; the urge to jump off the back of the truck and pretend your mom was calling for you was too great. Hinata completely ignored your question and immediately went with saying (more like shouting) “I didn’t know you lived here!”
“’Lived’ isn’t the term I would use. I just moved here, so yeah…” you trailed off, not knowing what else to say. “Um, I’m pretty sure I haven’t met you guys yet.” You looked over at the awfully quiet boys that were staring off into the distance for the first half of the achingly awkward conversation.
The one with (cute) freckles flinched when the taller boy, whom introduced himself as Tsukishima Kei (you made a mental to note to totally fight his ass later), elbowed him in the arm to let him know you asked them a question. “Huh?”
“I asked what your name is.”
Yamaguchi looked a little crestfallen.
“Sorry, your name reminded me of a movie I watched once,” you said, trying to stop your smiling. The movie happened to me Big Hero 6, in which there was a character named Tadashi Hamada. Let’s just say you found it a little convenient. “I didn’t mean to laugh, I just found it neat.”
Yamaguchi looked relieved that you weren’t actually laughing at him. He had never seen the movie you spoke about, but it seemed you really liked it so maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. Tsukishima rolled his eyes; Yamaguchi got upset over the most stupid things. Suddenly, Hinata jumped into your line of view, shouting things to get your attention back unto him. You laughed and spent a good few minutes chatting with him; Yamaguchi and Kageyama stuttering their way into the conversation every once in awhile. Tsukishima would drop a snarky remark here and there and you would shoot one back, much to his surprise.
It wasn’t until your mom came back outside to tell you to get back to work did things start to get awkward again.
“[Name], your breaks over, get back to wor--,“ and cue the perverted comments and teasing of your mother. “Oooh, are you making friends already? And a bunch of boys too?”
You groaned, falling back into the metallic bottom of the truck and groaning even more when you felt the back of your head harshly hit the cool metal.
“You must be [Last Name]’s mom,” Yamaguchi. What a polite teenager. Never had you met anyone like him back at home. All the guys were either major fuckboy’s or were already taken (and it’s not like you were good with guys either).
“That I am, and you are…?”
“Yamaguchi Tadashi, ma’am.”
“What a respectable young man. [Name], maybe you should---,”
You cut her off quickly, completely dismissing whatever she was going to say. “No.” She laughed and waved you off, turning to walk away and shouted back out at you “Don’t forget to bring in the rest of the boxes, sweetie!” Wait, earlier was she implying what you think she was implying? Oh, my god, my mom’s a pervert. Oh wait, you already knew that.
Yamaguchi laughed nervously, Hinata was fuming, Kageyama looked a little surprised, and Tsukishima was staring out into the street as if what was happening didn’t matter to him at all. Which, technically, it didn’t.
“Sorry about my mom, she can be weird like that sometimes,” you sighed and lifted yourself off of the truck, jumping off and down onto the ground. “I guess I have to get back to unpacking,” you rolled your eyes to look at the stack of boxes that sat beside the moving truck. You turned back to them and picked one of the boxes up to take inside.
You heard someone shuffle their feet a bit before speaking up, “Would it be okay if we help you?” You looked over your shoulder to see Hinata a few steps closer than he was before and fidgeting with his fingers a bit.
Tsukishima stepped forward to pull him back. “O-Oi, don’t—!”
“Sure, we could use all the help we can get,” you smiled at them and they knew they were all falling for you hard.