Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Lunch having ended, it was time to go to gym. Thankfully Gym is one of the other subjects you don’t really need to know much Japanese for. The teacher yells something and then you follow along with what all the other students are doing. Simple. That being said, i went to the changing room and quickly got into my gym clothes. It did feel a LITTLE awkward seeing as I was a bit taller than most of the other students, but only by a few inches, so it wasn’t too bad.

As I stepped outside, I noticed that the teacher was standing on the field, his hands on his hips, already blowing a whistle. Welp, this felt strangely familiar. I guess some things are the same no matter where you are. I turned my head noticing the girls were already on the field with their gym outfits and NOPE-! I immediately turned my head away. Uh uh. Nope! I’m not going to be one of those guys who looks at girls in their gym clothes during class. I’ve seen enough anime to know that would end terribly for me. So I was just going to face the gym track and do the laps that the gym teacher so kindly assigned to me. Yep. Just that.

I quickly found myself running all by myself. Not that I was too shocked at this. The other students already knew each other for one thing. Probably spent the whole of last year together, while I just started today. Not only that, but I’m sure approaching the strange looking foreigner was very daunting. I can’t really blame them for this. I might feel the same way if the situation was reversed.

My jogging time wasn’t exactly things of legends, but I wasn’t the slowest in the class back in America. I would say I was aggressively average. Just like most things about me. As I circled the field, I rounded the bend again, taking in the view of the school. Doing so, I let out a sigh. What was I even doing here? I couldn’t understand ninety nine percent of what anyone said, and I would have to pretend that I COULD for the next two years. Yes, I desperately wanted to live here, and I finally got here. But why did I ever think I could-.

My self deprecating thoughts were interrupted however, as I felt myself getting body checked. Not like before when I bumped into the drill-haired girl, I mean a full on body check to to the point where I ended up on the ground. Flat on my back. Unfortunately for me, the ground is not forgiving,and my head hit the track. Causing me to see stars.

As I slowly came to my senses, I felt a pressure on top of me. “Ugh. Was that Truck-kun? Am I getting Isekai’ed?” I mumbled out in English. I blinked a few times. No, I wasn’t dead, and neither was there a truck on top of me. Instead, straddling me, was a person. A girl to be more accurate. The first thing I noticed about the girl was that she was definitely tan. Way tanner than any normal Japanese person I’ve met. She definitely spent some time out in the sun. Besides that she was wearing a baseball cap, with a brown ponytail coming out the back of it. Also, as I stated before, she was straddling me.

“Ahhh ita ta ta ta.” She said quietly to herself as she rubbed her back, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was currently resting on top of me. Someone, I assume a friend of hers called out from the side “Ehhhh Rin! Daijyoubu?!” The girl laying on top of me, who, if my ears were correct, I assumed was named “Rin”, turned back to her friend and waved. “Haiiii!! Daijyoubu!” And even let out a small giggle. Not wanting to attempt to say anything in Japanese or make things more awkward I just kept laying there. She’d figure it out eventually.

Her friend on the sidelines once again spoke to her in Japanese, this time I had no idea what she was saying. Rin turned back to her friend confused. “Eh? Nani?” Before finally looking down and seeing me. Not knowing what else to do, I let out a nervous laugh and a small wave. It almost seemed like she needed a second to process this, as slowly, but surely, a line of red blush started from the bottom of her face and went up, until her entire face was beet red. In an instant she got up off of me with a “Ah! Gomen Nasai!” and backed up faster than I knew a human could move.

Within a few moments, she was already halfway across the field and back with her friends. I slowly stood up, dusting myself off. Ugh. Could this day get any weirder than it already was?

Not entirely sure why I asked this question. Of course it could. Mercifully, nothing else happened for the rest of gym class though as I managed to finish my jog and head back inside, changing into my regular clothes. However, that meant I still had one more class before I could wrap up for the day. Then it would be one day down and... Like three hundred to go. Oh boy. Slowly, I headed back to my classroom.

However, before I could enter and get back to my desk, I noticed a familiar blonde haired face standing in the hallway, chatting with someone, the body blocking my way. I found myself letting out a sigh. Great. It was ‘sorry’ girl. Unfortunately, my sigh must have been audible as this garnered her attention as she turned towards the sound of the noise. The moment she turned towards me, a look of recognition and then irritation crossed her face.

Crossing her arms, she spoke a string of Japanese at me, all of which I had no idea what she said. Rather than try to guess in this instance, I merely walked by her, as if I were ignoring her. Of course, this was the wrong thing to do, as the now MORE irritated girl moved in front of me, trying to block me again. Her Japanese even MORE rapid and her face more covered in angry veins.

Before it got any more out of hand, that’s when the bell rang and we were able to sit down. Rather than continue her onslaught, the bell seemed to snap her out of it as she let out a long, annoyed sigh and sat down at her seat. Apparently I hadn’t noticed it before but the blonde girl was actually in my class, but on the far end. I suppose earlier I had been so distracted by Mizuki that I hadn’t even noticed.

Ugh. I hadn’t even been here for a day and already i’m getting chummy with an American otaku, I got body checked by a sports girl and now I have a short blonde girl mad at me. Fantastic. You know, I bet this is some kind of divine retribution for cheating my way into this school. Like god’s just making my day insane just to mock me. To be fair, it’s not like I don’t deserve it.

As the class started, I turned my attention towards the teacher in a vain attempt to understand anything of what they were saying....

I failed miserably.