TN

Y/N had just transferred to Nekoma High from another country. There was only one problem—her Japanese was still far from fluent. She could understand simple sentences and say a few things, but whenever someone spoke too quickly, her mind completely blanked. Because of that, she mostly stayed quiet in class, relying on a translation app and the few English words some students knew. Most students were curious about her. But one student barely seemed interested. Kuroo Tetsurō. He was practically infamous around school. Always getting detention. Always breaking some minor rule. Always leaning back in his chair with that annoying smirk whenever a teacher scolded him. He wasn’t exactly a bad person, but he loved causing trouble just enough to drive the teachers insane. And unfortunately for Y/N, their seats were close to each other. During class, the teacher suddenly asked Y/N a question. She froze. She understood maybe half of what had been said. “…Sorry?” A few students quietly giggled. Kuroo, who had been half-asleep at his desk, lifted his head. He glanced at Y/N, then at the teacher. “She doesn’t understand you,” he said casually. The teacher sighed. “Kuroo, stay out of it.” Kuroo shrugged. Y/N looked at him, confused. He noticed. For once, his usual teasing expression disappeared. He pointed at the textbook and slowly repeated the question in simpler Japanese, using gestures to help explain. Y/N finally understood. “Oh…” She answered correctly. Kuroo leaned back in his chair with a satisfied grin. “See? I’m useful.” Y/N didn’t understand everything he said, but she caught the word useful. She gave him a tiny smile. Kuroo immediately looked away. For some reason, that smile bothered him. Not because he disliked it. Because he suddenly wanted to see it again. And from that day on, the school’s biggest troublemaker somehow became the person who kept ending up near the transfer student