A/N
Italics : Japanese
Normal Text : English
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-9 years later-
Y/n closed the door to her apartment. For her 15th birthday, her parents had given her an apartment, in a gesture similar to getting her own room. She also snagged herself a job as a mechanic. Y/n, really, wasn't that much of a girly-girl. She had also grown pretty tall for a 16 year old: 5"7.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and climbed down the stairs for the first day of high school.
Y/n took out her sunglasses and put them on, trying to look cooler in her school uniform. Her ugly brown loafers and knee-high socks ruined the look of her clothes, so she brought along her favorite sunglasses to spice it up.
Y/n dug around in her bag for the lollipop she had packed earlier and then popped in in her mouth. She flipped the stick from one side of her mouth to the other Side with her tongue.
Just as she was about to turn a corner, her path was blocked by a bunch of girls. At least 10.
"Hey, would you mind getting out of the way? Unlike you guys, I've got places to be," Asked y/n. They were wearing the same uniform as y/n, and y/n wasn't eager to have them in her class.
One of the girls turned around. "Class doesn't start for another 20 minutes. Don't you want to wait for Josuke?"
Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Josuke?" But then one of the girls screamed, "look, here he comes!" And they all squealed. There was no way that she was going to squeeze past all of them in time, so y/n asked for the help of the world.
"The world! Time will stop!" Said y/n. The familiar three ticks sounded, and everything was still. Y/n rolled her eyes and squeezed past the horde of fan girls. "Time will resume," said y/n in a monotone voice.
From behind her, she heard the girls all talking to this Josuke kid, and arguing who he'd hold hands with on the way to school. She rolled her eyes again.
The walk to school wasn't very long, seeing that this was a small town. You walked into the courtyard and still had 10 minutes to spare.
Y/n looked around and held your bag tighter. There were people everywhere and you weren't quite sure what to do to pass the time, so you took out a book and read, standing near the courtyard's fence.
She couldn't even finish a chapter without feeling a face push into your lower stomach.
Y/n looked down, and there was a small kid on the floor with grey hair that was neatly combed back. You wondered what a middle schooler was doing here.
"I-I'm so sorry!" Stuttered the kid, blushing. She raised an eyebrow. "It's okay. Lost?" She asked. The kid nodded. Y/n opened her mouth to give directions to the middle school, but then he asked, "Could you tell me where class 1-C is?"
Y/n was surprised how short he was for a high schooler. "Sure...go up a flight of stairs past those doors and turn left."
The kid smiled. "Thank you...?"
"Y/n."
"Y/n-Senpai!" Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Senpai? I'm a first year."
"A first year?! No way!!" Said the kid. "I'm a first year, too! You're so tall!" Y/n laughed. "Guess that's just how it goes...?" The boy smiled. "Um, koichi."
"Guess that's just how it goes, um-koichi," Added Y/n with a smile. Koichi laughed. "See you around!" And he walked off.
Y/n smiled in his direction and focused back onto her book.
A hand planted itself right above her shoulder, against the wall. Y/n looked up the the face of a boy. A second year, at least. He had a crooked smile and a terrible haircut.
"Hey there," he said with a smirk. Y/n looked back down at her book. But then he ripped it out of her hands and tossed it in the ground.
"Respect your older years," said the boy. She noticed his friends snickering behind him. "You must be that hot American student with a killer ass," he said. "I wanted to make sure I was first in line."
Y/n took of her sunglasses and frowned. "Well, sorry, but this ass isn't yours." The boy frowned. "Of course it is, sweetheart," he said, and leaned in, probably to kiss her.
Y/n spit, which landed right on his lips. The boy wiped his mouth and frowned. "Quit being a little bitch," he snarled. Y/n leaned forward, angry. "Well maybe I wouldn't be a little bitch if you didn't corner me like this!"
Then, The World came out and landed a hail of punches all over the boy's body. His friends watched in horror as every single bone in his body was broken. The whole courtyard watched, in fact. It was dead silent.
She picked up her book. "Go fuck yourself," she said with a sneer. She shot a look at the guy's friends and they backed up, afraid. The whole courtyard whispered to each other.
Y/n shoved the book into her bag as she saw that she had 3 minutes until the bell, so she walked off to class 1-B, the first class of the day.
(I'm gonna change the POV from y/n to you here lol)
You walked into class, and as soon as you stepped in, the class went silent and stared. You looked around. "Well, good morning to you too," you said. The whole class erupted into whispers.
"....beat someone up for no reason!"
"Are American girls that tough?"
"She's a sukeban, no doubt!"
"...got kicked out of her last school..."
You chose an empty pair of desks in the back of the room to sit in and sat down, and decided to continue your book. The teacher walked in not long after the bell rang, so you stuffed your book back into the bag.
"Good morning, everyone. I'm Mr. Shiomi-"
"Gooood Mooorning, Misterrr Shiiiomiii," said the entire class.
"I'm going to take roll call, so be quiet, alright?" He said. He adjusted his glasses and began to read off names, including yours.
"...Higashikata Josuke?"
That name struck a bell, but then you realized that it was the guy that one girl was talking about earlier.
" ...Higashikata Josu-"
"Sorry I'm late!"
Once you saw him standing in the doorway, your eyes widened. He was actually...kinda hot. You looked up at the ceiling and mouthed a "thank you" to the big guy above.
He was at least 6 feet tall, and had a face that you could look at all day. He had decked out his uniform with badges and wore a yellow undershirt. His hair was probably the thing that was most noticeable thing about him. Or his smile.
Mr. Shiomi raised an eyebrow. "I'll give you a pass today. Sit down there." He pointed to the empty desk right next to yours. You did a little fist pump under the desk.
Josuke sat down right next to you and mouthed a hi, so you mouthed one right back.
"Anyways, please take some time to get to know your partner, as you will be sitting here for the rest of the year." You fist-pumped again. Some kids groaned, others cheered.
The whole class began to talk. Josuke turned to you. "Uh, I'm Josuke," he said. "Nice to meet you." You smiled. "Y/n, nice to meet you."
Josuke's eyes widened. "Dude, you're that one American girl who beat up the second year in the courtyard! No way!" He smiled. You laughed. "Yep, that's me!"
"Tell me about it!" He said eagerly. "Well, uh, the kid basically tried to kiss me, and I don't know, I just defended myself. I might have gone overboard," you added, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Josuke laughed. "I can already tell you're gonna be a great partner." That made your stomach turn. He thinks you're a great partner!
"Enough about me, what's going on with you?" You asked, trying to uphold the conversation. Josuke leaned back. "Ah, nothing interesting. My grandpa came over a couple times over break, so..." You nod your head. "Oh, Cool."
"Anyone visit you lately?" Asks Josuke. You scoff. "Yeah. The pizza guy and the 2 million spiders finding their way into my apartment."
Even though you were being serious, he laughs. You had to admit, though, it was enough to get you to smile.
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The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, keeping in mind that it was the first day of school and the teachers had no desire to put together a lesson plan.
You collected your things and left right when the final bell rang around 2:45, rushing a little so you wouldn't be late for work.
You ran to work, the body shop not too far away from the edge of town. Right when you stepped in, your boss smiled. "Hey y/n! Right on time. We got a lady who can't start her engine in, so get changed and hurry up."
You smiled and walked into the locker room. You changed into your loose shirt with the body shop's logo on the back and jean shorts, paired with black boots and your infamous work gloves. You tied your hair up, shut your locker, and walked out of the changing room.
You enjoyed working on cars the most because it was fun to take things apart and but then back together again. The lady's car was fixed in no time, and you worked on project after project, forgetting about time.
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Your boss tapped you on the back. "It's six thirty now, if you want to clock out."
You wiped some sweat off your forehead. "Are you sure?" Your boss nodded. "Yeah, thanks for today. Goodnight." You smiled and walked back into the changing room, changed, and clocked out, starting the walk home.
The sun was starting to set, tinting the sky a nice orange color. Cicadas chirped in the distance.
After turning a couple corners you were facing the brown building that you called home.
You walked in the door and up the stairs to room 361, your apartment. Even though no one was there to hear, you unlocked the door and said "I'm hooome," just because you liked the ring to it.
You set your stuff down on the couch (well, more or so tossed) and look off your shoes. It was about 7:00, so you decided to eat a bowl of cereal and watch TV before going to bed.
You opened the fridge: no milk. You groaned knowing that you'd have to go on a grocery run tomorrow.
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A/N-
Yeh so here's the first chapter! Hope ye liked it.
What a beautiful duwang.
Chew.
-Mom