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Disclaimer: Lots of the dialogue in this fic is written in French! Google translate may help for lack of bilingualism. *Squeals* Am I the only one here who wishes that there was more French taught in school? Gosh, I'm pretty sure I'm the only Irish person I know who speaks French as their first language. Also, heads up, when the characters speak English in the story, it's actually meant to be interpreted as Japanese. *Hides*
"Ayoye, mes livres! Merde, merde..." The girl muttered, bending to pick up her fallen textbooks. Her nametag said [First], a name that Tsukishima could tell wasn't Japanese. The tag said 'Exchange Student: France'. The new students for Karasuno's foreign exchange system had arrived that day, and aside from the three Thai girls in the year above him, he hadn't seen anyone yet who wasn't English.
He didn't really like the program.
More names to memorize, greetings to learn, language barriers to be crossed. It was lots of work, and quite frankly, he didn't need to meet more people or make new friends. He didn't need any, save for Yamaguchi. He was built-in. The others? Not needed. He looked up from his phone and saw that the girl had picked up her things, and was walking confusedly in his direction. He didn't have the time to look back down before someone tapped him on the shoulder gingerly. He turned to see the girl from before, shifting from foot to foot nervously. "Ah, bonne matin, euh...est-ce que tu sais ou est Classe 1-B?" She (presumably) asked. The tall boy cocked an eyebrow and stayed silent, baffled by the strange 'French' the girl was speaking. She talked too fast for him to understand, even if he did speak her language.
"I'm sorry?" He grunted. The girl gave him a blank look before slapping herself on the head and shaking it.
"I sorry, sir. Where do you find the Class 1-B please?" She attempted in broken Japanese. At least she was mildly understandable now. Class 1-B, Kei realized, was his class, just down the hall.
"That's my class. I'll show you." He mumbled, beckoning to the girl to follow him. He recalled, briefly, that his parents taught him a bit of frown he when he was young. He never needed it, though, as his family's anticipated trip to France had been cancelled, after he had learnt it. He found it a waste of his time. I should try to talk to her, He thought grudgingly. She didn't seem that bad, and she was very...aesthetically gifted. Her [Short/Tall] stature suited her perfectly, as did her [Colour] eyes and [Colour] hair. They neared the classroom. "Erm...tu est noo-veau?" He murmured, barely catching the girl's attention. She turned to him as her face lit up with fascination and gratitude.
"Oui," She laughed. Yes. "Je suis une étudiant de Lyons, France." She bowed to him at the door of the classroom, offering him her free hand. He shook it reluctantly. "Thank you much. I see you soon." She smiled. As quickly as she came, she was gone, flitting to the window of the classroom where someone she knew was sat. Kei joined Yamaguchi at the back of class.
"How was your morning?" Kei grunted in response, still watching the mysterious girl.
"Oui, oui, mais j'ai jamais vue une école comme Karasuno. Les gars sont très beau, tu vois? Et les professeurs..." The girl and her friend gabbed on by the windowsill, oblivious to the other classmates confusion, or Kei's staring. "Marie, non, c'est pas comme ça! Non, non, il n'a fait plus de me marcher ici. Non, pas ce garçon, il est la, tu vois..." Kei watched the girl point directly at him, and her friend's gaze trail across his features.
"[First], il est fâché, non?" Marie asked. [First] shook her head and laughed, waving at Kei as they locked gazes.
"Non, c'est sa personnalité. Ah, plus tu dites, je sait pas sa nom."
"Euh..." The friend looked at Kei once more. He shot her a death glare and laughed inwardly as she squeaked softly, turning back to [First] with a red face. "Il sent très très très fâché!"
"Marie..." She sighed. "T'es désespéré." The girl stood and weaved between the desks, bee lining for Kei. He averted his gaze quickly, though she could probably tell that he had been staring. Damn, she was pretty. "Bonjour."
"Bonjour..." Tsukishima muttered. The girl thrust her hand forward and have him a soft smile.
"I am [First][Last]." She said, accent thick like fog. "Your name are?"
"Tsukishima Kei." He shook her hand half-heartedly. "You're settled?"
"Yes, I am living with host fam-ly." She confirmed.
"I, uh," He stuttered, overwhelmed by how soft her skin was. She was stunning to him. "Tu est très beau..." He mumbled, cheeks dusted pink. She blushed profusely.
"Merci...parle Français?" He nodded slightly.
"Peu."
"Ah..." She pulled a phone out of a pocket on her skirt and opened up a new text message. "Number? For later?" She handed him the phone. He glanced at her slyly before gingerly putting his number in the phone. His phone buzzed in his pocket a moment later. He ignored it and sat down just as the teacher walked into the room. The girl scurried back to her seat and sat down quickly. As the teacher began to drone on, he secretly slipped his phone out of his pocket and checked it under the table.
From (XXX) XXX-XXXX
Nice to meet you.
"Ayoye, mes livres! Merde, merde..." The girl muttered, bending to pick up her fallen textbooks. Her nametag said [First], a name that Tsukishima could tell wasn't Japanese. The tag said 'Exchange Student: France'. The new students for Karasuno's foreign exchange system had arrived that day, and aside from the three Thai girls in the year above him, he hadn't seen anyone yet who wasn't English.
He didn't really like the program.
More names to memorize, greetings to learn, language barriers to be crossed. It was lots of work, and quite frankly, he didn't need to meet more people or make new friends. He didn't need any, save for Yamaguchi. He was built-in. The others? Not needed. He looked up from his phone and saw that the girl had picked up her things, and was walking confusedly in his direction. He didn't have the time to look back down before someone tapped him on the shoulder gingerly. He turned to see the girl from before, shifting from foot to foot nervously. "Ah, bonne matin, euh...est-ce que tu sais ou est Classe 1-B?" She (presumably) asked. The tall boy cocked an eyebrow and stayed silent, baffled by the strange 'French' the girl was speaking. She talked too fast for him to understand, even if he did speak her language.
"I'm sorry?" He grunted. The girl gave him a blank look before slapping herself on the head and shaking it.
"I sorry, sir. Where do you find the Class 1-B please?" She attempted in broken Japanese. At least she was mildly understandable now. Class 1-B, Kei realized, was his class, just down the hall.
"That's my class. I'll show you." He mumbled, beckoning to the girl to follow him. He recalled, briefly, that his parents taught him a bit of frown he when he was young. He never needed it, though, as his family's anticipated trip to France had been cancelled, after he had learnt it. He found it a waste of his time. I should try to talk to her, He thought grudgingly. She didn't seem that bad, and she was very...aesthetically gifted. Her [Short/Tall] stature suited her perfectly, as did her [Colour] eyes and [Colour] hair. They neared the classroom. "Erm...tu est noo-veau?" He murmured, barely catching the girl's attention. She turned to him as her face lit up with fascination and gratitude.
"Oui," She laughed. Yes. "Je suis une étudiant de Lyons, France." She bowed to him at the door of the classroom, offering him her free hand. He shook it reluctantly. "Thank you much. I see you soon." She smiled. As quickly as she came, she was gone, flitting to the window of the classroom where someone she knew was sat. Kei joined Yamaguchi at the back of class.
"How was your morning?" Kei grunted in response, still watching the mysterious girl.
"Oui, oui, mais j'ai jamais vue une école comme Karasuno. Les gars sont très beau, tu vois? Et les professeurs..." The girl and her friend gabbed on by the windowsill, oblivious to the other classmates confusion, or Kei's staring. "Marie, non, c'est pas comme ça! Non, non, il n'a fait plus de me marcher ici. Non, pas ce garçon, il est la, tu vois..." Kei watched the girl point directly at him, and her friend's gaze trail across his features.
"[First], il est fâché, non?" Marie asked. [First] shook her head and laughed, waving at Kei as they locked gazes.
"Non, c'est sa personnalité. Ah, plus tu dites, je sait pas sa nom."
"Euh..." The friend looked at Kei once more. He shot her a death glare and laughed inwardly as she squeaked softly, turning back to [First] with a red face. "Il sent très très très fâché!"
"Marie..." She sighed. "T'es désespéré." The girl stood and weaved between the desks, bee lining for Kei. He averted his gaze quickly, though she could probably tell that he had been staring. Damn, she was pretty. "Bonjour."
"Bonjour..." Tsukishima muttered. The girl thrust her hand forward and have him a soft smile.
"I am [First][Last]." She said, accent thick like fog. "Your name are?"
"Tsukishima Kei." He shook her hand half-heartedly. "You're settled?"
"Yes, I am living with host fam-ly." She confirmed.
"I, uh," He stuttered, overwhelmed by how soft her skin was. She was stunning to him. "Tu est très beau..." He mumbled, cheeks dusted pink. She blushed profusely.
"Merci...parle Français?" He nodded slightly.
"Peu."
"Ah..." She pulled a phone out of a pocket on her skirt and opened up a new text message. "Number? For later?" She handed him the phone. He glanced at her slyly before gingerly putting his number in the phone. His phone buzzed in his pocket a moment later. He ignored it and sat down just as the teacher walked into the room. The girl scurried back to her seat and sat down quickly. As the teacher began to drone on, he secretly slipped his phone out of his pocket and checked it under the table.
From (XXX) XXX-XXXX
Nice to meet you.
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