Foreigner Ch.1 (Haikyuu! Kuroo Tetsurou)

Kuroo Tetsurou x Tall!Fem!Reader

I OWN NOTHING, BUT THE PLOT!

Warning: Strong Language!

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You're lost. Completely. Fucking. Lost.

Fuck this giant fucking school, you thought angrily, as you looked over Nekoma High School’s campus map for the fourth time. You spent the past hour trying to get back to your classroom from the athletic fields, where your last class of the day took place.

I hate field hockey.

Unfortunately, field hockey was the chosen sport for today’s activity in P.E., where you accidentally elbowed a petite girl in the face when she tried to rush the goal. And unfortunately for her, your foreign genes caused you to be quite a bit taller, broader, and stronger than nearly any other female student. Even most of the male students and teachers were shorter than you.

And thinner, you thought sourly. Why the fuck did we move to this country? I’m surrounded by tiny people… Of course, you knew that your father got transferred here from abroad, and the rest of your family didn’t really have a choice, but to come along. The food here was great, and the streets safer than back home, but in this place, you existed as a stranger. A "Gaijin", as some of your classmates whispered after introducing yourself a few days prior. You only found out what it meant when you tried learning some more phrases after school that day.

It didn’t help your mood at all when you suddenly recalled how the smaller student cried, and looked at you in horror when blood started streaming from her nose. All you could do was apologize profusely as numerous panicked voices spoke in Japanese. A language you could barely understand, let alone speak.

Fucking hell. I study foreign languages, but I can’t handle this shit? Pathetic.
As you continued fuming, one of the large gymnasium buildings came into view, and you immediately recognized where you were.

Yes! I just need to cut through this one… You approached the door, peeking in slightly to see if your entrance would cause a disruption. Thankfully, the guys’ volleyball team seemed to be practicing, which meant it was noisy as hell already. You stepped through the door, and stuck close to the wall so as not to get into the way.

As you strode across the hardwood floor, you slowed down a bit when you caught sight of some third-years playing a three-on-three on the farther court. They held your attention with their long volleys, and their masculine cheers when someone scored.

Wow. The scene brought on a wave of nostalgia, and made you miss your team from back home.

Your mood even lightened a bit when you saw just how enthusiastic they were.
Most of the members were around your height or above, where only a few were smaller.

At this point, you stood stationary while watching the practice game from the far side.

“おい! (Oi!)” A sudden shout of warning echoed through the gym, but before you could turn in surprise, a forceful blow met the side of your head.
You didn’t fall, but the impact jarred you enough to knock your glasses to the ground.

“Ow, fuck!” your native tongue pierced the air, stunning the room into silence.

Looking up, you realized a stray ball from the nearer court had collided with your skull.

Damn it, you cursed silently upon noticing the blurriness in your vision, and started glancing around the hardwood floor while anger seeped through your every pore. You weren’t blind or anything, but your brown frames nearly matched the stain of the wood, making it difficult to discern them from the ground.

While rubbing your sore temple, you saw a taller figure coming in your direction. Apparently, he was the one who spiked the ball.

“ごめん！ だいじょうぶか? (Sorry! You okay?)” he asked, naturally, in Japanese, which only served to piss you off more. Onyx hair stuck up in peculiar angles all over his head, while some hung lazily over one eye. He was chuckling a bit, which sent you over the edge.

“てめえ (motherfucker)!” Without thinking, you cursed angrily in Japanese.

His eyes widened immensely as many of the members gasped, but others also chortled at his bafflement. You immediately slapped a hand to your mouth and paled, having realized what you just said. The only reason you knew that word, was because your father often came home from an outing with one of his coworkers, where they would noisily bid each other goodnight after some drunken banter.

Shit! You stood frozen as everyone in the room stared in your direction, waiting for a reaction from the taller male. He would probably get angry, because you were so obviously a foreigner, who obviously didn’t speak a lick.

The tall youth stared for a total of five seconds, before bursting into boisterous laughter, which left you confused and irked simultaneously. You watched, perplexed, as he bent down and retrieved your glasses from the floor.

“どうぞ (here you go).” He handed them over, and you hesitantly accepted them, feeling like an ass.

“すみません、わたしは... (Sorry, I…),” you needed a moment to remember the correct verb, “にほんごをはなしません (don’t speak Japanese).”

After appearing ponderous for a moment, the teen grinned and stepped a bit closer, extending a hand in greeting.

“Kuroo Tetsurou,” was all he said, and looked at you with an amused, but friendly, smirk.

He easily met your towering stature, maybe even exceeded it by a centimeter or two. It felt refreshing to meet someone that didn’t need to look up at you. Now that you had your glasses, you recognized him from your class, 1-2.

He was a fellow first-year. Interesting.

Once your surprise faded, you figured you shouldn’t leave him hanging, and proceeded to fumble through a greeting.

“ 始めまして... (Nice to meet you…).” After taking his hand, you told him your name.

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Chapter 2: Foreigner Ch.2 (Haikyuu! Kuroo Tetsurou)