Chapter Text
Growing up, you had always been a smart kid. In middle school, you were always in the advanced classes. This usually meant you were with some of the same kids in class every year. Namely, Tsukishima Kei. Somehow, in seventh, eighth, and ninth grade, you had been in the same class as him. You weren’t really friends with him, but both of you had somewhat of mutual respect for one another, the two of you almost always being top of the class.
In the last semester of middle school, when everyone was disclosing which high school they'd be attending, you heard Tsukishima and another classmate, Yamaguchi, saying they’d both be attending Karasuno High School.
Great. That was where you were going too.
Somehow, you and Tsukishima were always fated to be in the same classes as one another. Your first year in high school was no exception.
__________________________________________________
It was a rather chilly April day, your first day at Karasuno High School. You went up to where the class schedules were posted and saw you would be in class 1-4. Whether you realized it or not, your eyes searched for Tsukishima Kei on the list. When you saw he would be in your class again, you were almost relieved. It was weird having been in the same class as someone for so long and not actually being friends. However, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, and yourself were the only ones who came from your middle school in class 1-4, so you thought maybe this would be the year that you became friends with Tsukishima.
This was a lot harder than you originally planned.
After checking the schedule, you shouldered your bag and began the walk to the first year hallway. You found class 1-4 homeroom and checked in with your teacher, who pointed you to an assigned seat. You were one of only three people in the class so far, neither of the others being Tsukishima or Yamaguchi.
You took your seat near the window and pulled out your phone and headphones. When you were in a new place, familiar music helped you calm down and made you feel more welcomed. You put your headphones on and turned on an old English song your mom used to play for you. What Goes On by The Beatles rang in your headphones as you waited for more people to come to class and for the day to begin.
What goes on in your heart?
What goes on in your mind?
You are tearing me apart
When you treat me so unkind
What goes on in your mind?
You glanced at the door and saw Tsukishima and Yamaguchi walk in together. You noticed in middle school, they were always together.
You had spoken with Yamaguchi before, as he was the friendly one between him and Tsukishima. He heard you were going to Karasuno at the end of middle school and reached out to say hi, and that he’d be going as well.
After receiving their assigned seats from the teacher, Yamaguchi saw you and walked your way, Tsukishima tailing behind him. Tsukishima had his headphones loosely around his neck, as he’d taken them off when talking with the teacher. You paused your music and took off your headphones.
“(L/N)-san!” Yamaguchi said, waving.
“Hi, Yamaguchi-san.” You replied, bowing your head slightly.
He waved his hand, “Please just call me Yamaguchi.” He smiled endearingly. “This is Tsukishima Kei,” Yamaguchi said, referring to Tsukishima who was already putting his headphones back on and taking a seat next to you. “It looks like the two of you are seatmates by the way,” Yamaguchi added on, while Tsukishima stayed silent.
You looked at a disinterested Tsukishima. He didn’t look back at you, but you still thought it best to introduce yourself. “Nice to meet you Tsukishima-san, I’m (L/N) (Y/N), but I actually prefer to go by my first name, so you can call me (Y/N). You too Yamaguchi.” You smiled at the two boys. Tsukishima just slightly nodded his head, while Yamaguchi smiled back.
“Well, my seat’s over there, I should go get settled down. Nice to talk to you (Y/N), maybe you can join me and Tsukki for lunch, since none of us really know anyone else yet,” Yamaguchi suggested.
“Sure, I’d love to!” You bowed your head again as Yamaguchi waved and walked to his seat on the other side of the class.
There were still a couple of minutes until class began, so you glanced over at Tsukishima again. His eyes were closed, his arms were crossed, and he radiated a ‘do not talk to me’ vibe.
You sighed and weighed the options, don’t talk to him and let him be, try to talk to him and get ignored, try to talk to him and have him get angry, or talk to him and a friendly conversation ensues. You knew the last option was the least likely. You decided to write him a small note on one of your pastel notepads.
‘How was your spring break Tsukishima-san?
-(L/ N) (Y/N) :)’
You stuck the note in the corner of Tsukishima’s desk and he didn’t notice, his eyes remained closed. You sighed silently and turned to face the window again. Since you had your notepad out, you began to draw little doodles on it. You drew the moon and the stars, little planets too.
Once the school bell rang, signifying the start of the school day, you put your notepad away and took out your school supplies. Tsukishima did the same, putting away his headphones and phone, and taking out his supplies.
You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he picked up the note you left on his desk. He read it and then crumpled it up, putting it in his backpack.
Your jaw dropped as he just crumpled up your attempt at being nice to him.
‘What a jerk.’ You thought to yourself and looked towards the front of the room at the teacher.
Becoming friends with Tsukishima was going to be a lot harder than you thought.