(undergoing edit, some parts will be changed!!)

Y/N's POV

Inarizaki? It sounds cool. But the school doesn't.

I walked to my assigned locker and opened it, seeing the indoor shoes. I ignored their stares as I change into it and exchanged my outdoor shoes. I made sure to lock it and walked to the office to talk with the principal.

The school is clean and most of its designs are aesthetically pleasing. Although the students look spoiled and bratty, I guess I could say I will survive the year. Moving from Tokyo to Hyogo is really heavy, with all the adjustments I need to do. Not only that, our house is big and I don't know how I can manage to feel at home. Mom and dad are still probably figuring out where to put things and whatnot, I offered them to let me skip my first day of school but they refused.

I adjusted my face mask as I turned to a corner and bumped into someone, I stumbled back harshly but I managed to balance myself. I bowed slightly to the person with a glare and when I was about to walk away, he yanked my wrist.

"Watch where yer goin'," He glared at me. I winced at his touch but nodded and turned to leave, but he pulled me yet again. Annoyed and slightly disgusted, I raised a brow at him.

His grip tightened, "Are you not going to apologize?" His eye slightly twitched. Suddenly his fake blonde hair looks really inviting for me to rip off, but I composed myself.

A clone of him with silver hair rolled his eyes at him and smacked the back of his head, "Leave her, 'Tsumu. We're going to be late for English class."

The guy named 'Tsumu harshly let go of my hand and walked away with his twin. I took out my alcohol and rubbed it on where he had hurt me. I walked away, rolling my eyes.

Sighing in my mask, I opened the office door. A man in his late 40s sat behind an extravagant desk. I knocked on the door to get his attention off the papers, his secretary eyed me but eventually he left the room with papers.

The principal looked up and smiled, "Ah, L/n Y/n-san. Sit please," He gestured to the chair infront of the desk.

The chair was soft as I sat on it. I placed my bag on my lap as the principal fixed the papers on the desk. He sat with his hands interwined infront of him and glanced at me.

I raised a brow and he laughed. He shook his head with a smile, "I see you got your father's personality. I'm the principal of this school Minato Nirise, but just call me Nirise. Your father and I are close friends, when I heard he was moving to Hyogo with his family I immediately recommended him this school if ever he has a kid," He explained with a friendly smile.

I nodded and fiddled with my fingers, not sure what to say. And even if I did know what to say, I couldn't talk.

He came to a sudden realization, "Oh sorry, I forgot your parents told me your vocal chords are healing. They told me the reason why, and I'm truly sorry. I informed the nurses at the clinic and they know what to do when you come there. Feel free to get an excuse pass from me anytime, as long as you won't use it for ditching class hours. But I highly doubt that you skip school so I trust you."

I nodded again, not being able to say anything. He stood up and brushed his suit to shake my hand as if we just became business partners.

I slightly winced at his hand and looked away. He looked panicked and remembered something, "I apologize again, I forgot being germaphobic runs in the family," He sheepishly smiled.

I shook my head and made a 'a little bit' sign with my pointer finger and thumb. He nodded, "Ah, just a little bit? So it's nothing serious right?"

It wasn't like I was severely cautious of physical touch. After what had happened, I just happened to be more.. afraid. sa

I gave a thumbs up. He took the alcohol that was placed somewhere on his desk and applied some, he then placed his hand infront of me again.

I felt relieved so I shook his hand. He had a proud look on his face and took out another alcohol, "Do you need one?"

I shook my head and opened my bag, I showed him my hand sanitizers, alcohol, wipes, tissue, and face spray. His eyes widened.

"That's a lot, you sure are prepared," He laughed then made a whispering gesture, "Don't tell your father I told you this but, when we were highschool students he brought 10 alcohol to school."

My brows raised, and he laughed harder. Then he gave me an excuse pass, "Sorry I've been halting your first class, here you go. Visit my office when you need something."

I bowed and took the pass as he waved at me dismissively. He was the kindest and most chill principal I've ever met. Dad must have been real good friends with him because I don't necessarily need this treatment. He treated me like his own daughter and it felt comfortable.

I journeyed through the quiet halls to my class. Eyeing the sign 'Class 2-2', I took a deep breath and opened the doors.

The teacher seemed to stop talking as her eyes widened at the sight of me, a smile immediately grazed her lips. The room became quiet as they all turned to me, I felt really overwhelmed all of a sudden.

"Principal Minato told me about you. Please come here at the front, sweetie," She smiled and gestured to the front. I walked where she had gestured, narrowly avoiding someone's foot out to trip me. The people who was near her snickered.

I faced them and looked at my fiddling fingers, not wanting to spare a single glance at anyone. The teacher seemed to have written something on the board then stopped.

"Everyone, this is L/n Y/n. Her vocal chords are injured so she can't speak right now. Please respect her well and make her feel comfortable at this class," She said and I slightly bowed.

She turned to me, "My name is Fitori Toboe, I'm your teacher for History."

I nodded and she roamed her eyes around the classroom. She smiled, "Ah, there. Your assigned seat is there beside the window, the vacant seat beside Suna."

I looked at where she was pointing and there I saw the vacant seat. The boy named Suna lazily raised his hand while his head was resting on his desk. Was he sleeping?

I walked to the seat and the girls glared at me as I sat. I raised my right brow secretly and took out my notebook.

"Hey."

I stopped listening to the teacher and turned to my right to see Suna looking at me half asleep. His right cheek was squished as he looked at me. I tilted my head with a questioning look.

"Take notes for me. Give it to me after class ends," He sleepily said quietly so the teacher won't hear.

I just stared at him, trying to process what he said. Don't sleep so you can take notes for yourself.

He slightly rolled his eyes, "What are you staring at? Are you waiting for me to say 'please'? Or are you gawking at my face like an idiot?" He said in a quiet sassy tone.

My eye under my half bangs slightly twitched as I felt annoyance spreading through out my nerves. He raised a brow as he waited for a response, not knowing that my eye twitched.

I wrote on a piece of paper and gave it to him as I finished.

He just rolled his eyes and began to sleep again, placing his arms as support like a pillow. He began to doze off, still holding on the piece of paper I have given him.

I shook my head and focused on the teacher. Taking notes are something I usually do when a teacher is discussing, my brain automatically clings to every word I have written so I only study for a bit when I get home.

But this sloth destroyed my routine, so I need to take notes really fast. I shook my head at his laziness, I know taking notes are a pain but it's essential to school life. It's easier to study with them unless you have great ears and sharp memory.

Unfortunately, this dumbass doesn't seem to learn through either auditory or visual means.

The teacher went on and on, most students are alredy asleep. I saw her smirk everytime she saw a student sleeping, as if she was planning something unexpected.

Thin sweat covered my forehead and hands, only 9 students out of 20 are still awake including me.

I nervously raised my hand. She stopped talking and smiled at me, "Yes?"

I raised my notebook and pointed to it, she nodded.

"You want me to talk slower so you can take notes properly, right?" A proud look grazed her eyes.

I nodded and continued to add tiny designs on the notes. She did what I requested and talked slower. Students glared at me, annoyed that I made her talk slower. They look like they wanted class to end.

Sighing, I continued to take notes. Good thing I'm ambidextrous, I can multitask on taking 2 different notes at a time. Taking out 2 tissues, I dried my hands with it as the teacher took a break from explaining.

This is going to take a while.

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