Why Are You So Fucking Tall?

If Sensei Doesn't Kill Me, I Might Just Yeet Myself Out A Window

School. No one really likes no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise. There's always something wrong with waking up at ungodly hours to go sit in a classroom all day only to remain bored out of your mind the entire time. I mean, if your going to force us to sit still for so long at least make class interesting. Oh shit, forgive my low class self and my accompanying low class manners; I completely forgot to introduce myself. Hi, I'm Nycta and I'm a foreign exchange student here at Karasuno. It's my first day here and I'm already bored out of my mind. At the moment, I am sitting in math trying to resist the urge to throw myself out of a window. I mean, I love math but this is too much sitting around. Maybe I'm ADHD or something, I dunno, but I have always had trouble sitting still for too long and when I have to stay still, I can't focus. I'm much better at sports and multitasking than I am at jotting down notes for school and watching time pass. It's just how I am. It's possible that that's the reason my parents sent me here to live with a family friend but still, maybe if they got me tested and diagnosed we wouldn't have this problem. To occupy my mind, I begin to build little mental profiles on my classmates. There's a sweet looking kid with greenish hair in the back, a orange haired kid who seems to be like me, a blonde girl that looks really nervous, and a kid with a glare and black hair. He seems like a pompous ass. Suddenly, a kid who seems to be almost bald barges in, shocking me out of my weird mental state and I realize that it's lunch time. Pulling out my wholesome lunch that consists of a water bottle and a protein bar, I begin to munch on the bar and glance out the window. After a minute of analyzing the clouds, I turn back around to face forward only to find the baldie right in front of me.
"HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS! You really shouldn't do that, I was thiiiiiiis close to socking you in the nose!" I say startled by the lack of personal space.
"Wanna be a manager for our volleyball club?" He asks, ignoring my warning completely.
"First off, I don't want to manage a club. Especially when it's managing a sport I plan on playing. Second off, PERSONAL SPACE DUDE!" I say, beginning to grow annoyed by his presence.
"YOU PLAY? OH MY GOD I NEED TO GET NOYA!" He screams before running off at mach 3 and disappearing through the classroom door.