Y/N'S POV

Shit.

I jolted and threw my comforter to the ground as I stumbled towards my bathroom.

8:27 AM, 1st day of my 1st year and I'm already 27 minutes late.

I opened the glass doors of my shower and shrieked when I felt the cold water. I didn't mind it and endured the coldness as I scrub my body with a soft loofah at lightning speed, washed my bed hair with shampoo then conditioner, and finally washing all soapy remains.

I wrapped myself with a clean towel and immediately brushed my teeth. Almost crying infront of the mirror when I saw my bedhair.

I tried to straighten the hair that curved inwards at both sides of my face as I brush my bangs and hair.

I spit out my toothpaste, gargled water, took mouth wash and also spit it out.

Plugging my blow dryer, I imediately put it in high and shrieked as my head slightly knocked back at the force. Furiously drying my hair, I then changed to my undergarments.

Stumbling out of the bathroom I put on my long sleeved blouse and skirt. I snatched 2 of my mid thigh socks from my cabinet, grabbed my bag and jogged fast down the stairs.

Due to my speed, I tripped on the last step and landed on my cheek.

"SHIT," I exclaimed as I stumbled to get back on my feet.

"Honey, you okay?!" My mother stumbled and walked to me, cradling my cheeks as she examined me.

"Mom I fell on my cheek, I'm not okay," I said through squished cheeks.

"I'll get ice!" She said and dashed to the kitchen, almost tripping in the process.

I grumbled incoherent words as I grabbed the ice she handed me.

"I'm 46 minutes late I gotta go to school, I'll eat at lunch," I quickly said and grabbed the money she put on the table, put my bento box in my bag, and dashed to the front door.

I stumbled a few times when I was wearing my shoes and got out of the door.

"Y/n wait! Your blazer!" My mom shouted as she threw something at me.

Shrieking as the blazer hit my face and one of the buttons harshly poking my eye, "T-Thanks, mom. Tell dad I'm off!" I weakly said as my left eye twitched. I ran to the nearest bus station and got a ride to my new school.

Karasuno, huh? I thought as I opened my bag to put my blazer that I folded neatly in.

Wounding myself almost everyday at school has become a routine of mine. So I grinned at the white eyepatch I had, a few bandages, and white patches.

People were looking at me with concern as I can see. There's probably a bruise forming on my cheek.

Putting on the eyepatch, I winced when the garter slapped its garter on my skin and putting a band aid on the crook of my nose (I accidentally ran to a pole when I wasn't looking), and putting a medium sized white square patch on my left cheek, I sighed heavily as I rested my back on my seat.

Damn, why do these things happen to me?

Gazing outside the bus, I took in the view of Miyagi.

Tokyo is more welcome. I'm starting to get homesick.

After moving in just a week ago, I had to immediately adjust to Miyagi. Fixing my room, buying a new phone, and struggling to bring my gadgets along with my game consoles have been a challenge for me.

I've been thinking dramatically for so long that I almost panicked when the bus doors closed, I squeezed my way out of the closing doors as I sighed when I successfully.

I almost smiled but then my finger got trapped between the doors.

With an ugly shriek I yanked it out only to see it red and throbbing.

I looked at the bus as I saw the driver panicked, "Oi, are you alright?!" He said with worries in his eyes, the people also asked me.

"Y-Yes! I'm used to this so no need to worry!" I saluted as I weakly smiled at him.

I took off running to the entrance of Karasuno, multitasking as I bandaged my middle finger from my right hand.

Damn you little weakling. I cursed at my finger.

I sighed and looked at my schedule. Mathematics, class 1-5.

Math first in the morning? What is this? Bullshit?

Whatever, it's not like I'll make it anyways.

I rolled my eyes at the paper before putting it back to my bag, I opened my assigned locker (which I succesfully found after 5 minutes), and changed to my indoor shoes.

Safely closing my locker with my outdoor shoes in it, I make my way to my 2nd subject. History.

9:08 AM. Damn it I'm also late, 8 minutes late.

I huffed as I opened the classroom doors.

It was too loud and sudden so all faces already turned to me.

Maintining a blank stare while I was dying inside, I gently closed the doors and went to the vacant seat at the back beside a window.

I sat quietly and fiddled with the pencil I just brought out.

"Uh, L/n Y/n, right?. Would you mind coming infront and introducing yourselves to the class?" The teacher hesitantly asked as he sweatdropped.

Yes, I do mind. :')

I stood quietly and made my way to the front.

"Is she new here? It's been 1 month since school started though."

"She looked like she got into a fight."

"Ah, a delinquent maybe?"

"Pretty though."

"Pretty cute you mean?"

"Pretty AND cute."

I shivered slightly in disgust as I heard pigs talk, not minding them as I faced the class.

I blinked, "L/n Y/n, I will be spending this class with you all for this year. Sorry for transferring late. Please take care of me," I said boredly and bowed.

I wrote my name in kanji on the board and fiddled my fingers that got chalk.

"Welcome to class 1-5, L/n. May I ask why you're hurt?" The teacher asked.

"Um," I paused, "It's nothing serious, thanks."

I walked back to my seat with a blank stare. I sat and propped my elbow for my chin to rest on as I stared to the sky out the window.

I kinda wanna go sky diving. Without the parachute probably.

I sighed lightly and turned to the teacher before he can tell me to focus. And I was right, he was about to speak while looking at me. He was taken aback and closed his mouth.

He continued discussing as usual and I took little notes of what he said.

This will be a long day.

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so sorry tobio isnt in this first chap, not even atleast a member karasuno. but dw! yachi is in ur class ;D by the way i spoke from experience this chapter, im always late for school that i often just attend 2nd class as my 1st.

difference between my 2 bros who drive me to school-one drives aggressively fast with sharp turns, and one takes his time (u can literally imagine him sipping his tea).