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Moving to Tokyo was a big change for you. It’s not necessarily a bad thing but you grew to enjoy the comfort your old town gave you. You were familiar there, you knew who everyone was and where everything was. In Tokyo, it’s a fresh canvas to you and you need to learn where the paint likes to sit, where it doesn’t and what type of paint the canvas likes.
You’ve enrolled into Itachiyama Academy where dorms exist for you to live in. Your parents enjoyed that fact as they were still apartment hunting. The only reason why you’re in Tokyo in the first place is because your parents were offered to run one of the many chains their company had and they took the offer. Unfortunately, the residence you were all supposed to be living in was still under renovations and so a temporary stay must be found. As mentioned before, the Itachiyama dormitories served as a perfect living space for you.
“Good morning [l/n]-san,” the principal of Itachiyama greeted the morning we came to get me settled in. “I’ll show you up to your room and show you some things as we go.” The principal was old, probably in his mid-70s with silver hair. He explains to you and your parents the bathrooms, the cafeteria and some of the rules that are to be abided. “I’ve asked your roommate to show you around the place more. It’d be best to get to know her as she is in your class as well,” the principal smiles as you awkwardly smile back.
You wouldn’t define yourself as shy. You’re definitely a lot more outgoing when you're around people you know. New environments and people have you feeling awkward and quiet.
The principal knocks on a door to which is opened moments later by a girl in a yellow baggy t-shirt and black gym shorts. “Good morning Yamamoto-sensei,” she yawns while bowing to the principal. Turning to you, he introduces the girl.
“This is Ishida-san. Ishida-san, this is [l/n]-san. You two will be roommates for the rest of high school. Why don’t you help her settle in and show her around the dorms,” suggested the principal. Ishida nods her head sleepily and your parents hand you your luggage.
“I know it’ll be hard to get used to but at least last year got a taste of high school right?” you dad tries to joke but it comes out flat and a bit nervous. Your mom frowns at him before placing a kiss onto your forehead.
“What he means is that even if you’re transferring in your second year, you should have no problems getting used to these new surroundings. We want you to have fun here and we’re very thankful to have such a considerate daughter,” your mother explains. You give them both a hug and enter your dorm room.
The room isn’t very large. It contains a bunk bed, two closets and two desks and chairs. You could tell which desk was going to be yours as one of them has already been trashed with notebooks and pens. The floor was also littered in articles of clothing.
“Sorry it’s so messy. I was studying late last night and I forgot you were coming today. I promise I’ll keep it clean,” Ishida apologizes with a tired smile.
“Don’t worry about it,” you say, trying to lighten the situation up with a smile. The two of you stood awkwardly in silence. Ishida being completely out of it due to the principal serving as her alarm clock this morning and isn’t 100% awake yet and you not knowing what to do or say.
Ishida quickly shakes her head and pats her cheeks. “Ugh I’m so sorry. You can get settled in while I go brush my teeth. The closet to the right is yours, I’ve taken the top bunk so the bottom bunk is yours and this desk is also yours,” she says patting the empty white desk.
“Thanks, you go get ready for the day then,” you smile and she heads out of the room with a small toiletry bag. You open up your suitcase and begin to unpack your belongings.
By the time Ishida returns, you were almost done putting your stationary away onto your desk. She quickly swipes up her clothes on the floor and shoves them into a laundry hamper in her closet. “So, have you figured out a club you’d want to join?” she asks.
You consider it. In the past you’ve joined a bunch of clubs. You liked art so you were a part of your middle school’s art council but shifted to being a manager for sports teams in high school. “I was a manager for my old school’s volleyball team so maybe I’ll try that,” you say.
Ishida chuckles. “Good luck getting that position. Many tried and have utterly failed,” she says with a wide grin. You furrow your brows.
“Why?”
“Our school’s volleyball team is nationally one of the top schools. Especially the boys. They’ve won national championships more than any other team in the city. We also have one of the top three spikers of the nation and the top libero in the nation here playing for us.” You remember one of the boys on your team mentioning the top three spikers though you only remember Ushijima Wakatoshi’s name as you saw him play in the national youth team recently. Having these two elite players would definitely have set some eyes on the team. “I mean you could try to apply but I don’t think they’ll accept you. I’m trying not to be rude but that’s just how it’s been for the last couple of years,” Ishida tries to reason to which you’re completely understanding.
“It’s alright, I’ll probably be manager for another sport or try another club. Are you a part of a club?” you ask to which Ishida nods.
“I’m on the track and field team. I usually run sprints but sometimes the coach tells me to do hurdles once in a while,” she smiles proudly. Maybe track and field will be a sport you could do. Or not, you’re a fast sprinter but definitely not outstandingly fast. Ishida walks to the door and motions you to follow. She hands you a key with a number on it. “It’s the room key, try not to lose it or Yamamoto-sensei will be really mad. Come, I wanna show you around,” Ishida opens the door and you exit your dorm room.