DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS.
The raven-haired boy paused in front of the large doors in front of him. He looked down at his change of clothes; he missed his usual red shirt and blue shorts. In their place was a clean white button-up, and a dark blue blazer, matched with a red tie. He wore the clothes loosely, as if he was a runway model. His hand gravitated to the top of his head as he felt the comfort of his straw hat. Sighing, he smiled slightly, at least that wasn't going anywhere.
With that, the boy took a deep breath, and pushed through the large doors into East Blue Academy.
It's never easy being the new kid, no matter where you go. But it's especially difficult if you transfer to a university for your second year. Friends have already been made, relationships had already been formed, lives had already begun.
As the boy got lost in his thoughts, he came across Room 217. He looked down at his schedule, confirming that this was the class. He adjusted his bag over his shoulder, opened the door, and took his first steps inside.
CRASH!
Before he even knew what happened, he was on the ground. Shaking his head, the boy looked up to see a bright flash of orange hair across from him. In a flash he got up and started picking up the books that had fallen, handing them over to whoever managed to fall alongside him. He looked up to see who it was but froze when he was greeted by large hazel eyes that seemed to twinkle when the light hit her face. Long, wavy, orange hair framed her face and fell down to the middle of her back. Her eyes widened as she prepared to apologize.
"Shit, I'm sorry! Are you alright?" Her voice was sweet and genuine.
The boy was frozen for a while before he gathered his senses. With a smile he got up and outstretched his hand to her, holding her books in the other. "Uh, yeah, I'm good, was hoping to meet people anyway."
The girl took his hand and got to her feet, dusting off her skirt and putting on a sweet smile. "Well that's one way huh?"
The boy awkwardly laughed, "haha, yeah." Before he could say anything else the sound of the bell rang throughout the school, marking the beginning of classes. "Uh, here. Your books." He handed the books to the girl.
"Thanks! See ya around!" She jogged off, catching up to a group of girls ahead of her.
I didn't even get her name. The boy thought to himself. He returned his attention to the class and walked over to find a seat. He chose a seat next to the window, just in case he were to daydream, at least he had a view. As students came filing into the room, the boy sat down and made himself comfortable, leaning back and putting his arms behind his head, pushing his hat forward so that it covered his eyes so that he could relax.
"Oi," a voice said.
The boy didn't react. Probably someone else.
"Oi, strawhat."
Now the boy opened his eyes. He pushed his hat back so that he could see the face of the guy talked to him. He was a bigger guy, with slick black hair and a large scar that ran horizontally across his face. "Can I help you?"
The other kid smirked. "As a matter of fact, you can. You're in my seat." The raven-haired boy looked around innocently. He started examining the desk in front of him, and then the chair. He looked underneath the desk, and then on the chair, where he sat. The other kid was getting impatient. "Oi! What do you think you're doing?"
By this time, the rest of the class had gone silent and were all looking at the altercation that was taking place. Low murmurs passed between students as they tried to figure out who this new kid was and why he was basically asking for a beating from the toughest kid at East Blue Academy. The strawhat simply looked up at the angry eyes above him. "Sorry, I was just looking for some kind of nametag...".
The rest of the students elicited a slight gasp in response to what just happened. The bully stayed silent, but a vein was popping out from his forehead. He leaned in close to the raven-haired boy. "I'll teach you some manners, kid. Lunch. See you there." He turned quickly and found another seat on the other end of the classroom. The other students were speechless. The strawhat boy sighed and leaned back in his chair again.
"Hey." A voice was talking to him again. The strawhat looked to the seat to his right. This time, the voice belonged to a green-haired kid. He had three earrings dangling from his ear and a green bandana tied around his arm. The kid motioned towards the bully on the other end of the classroom. "That guy over there that was giving you a hard time? His name's Crocodile."
"Crocodile?"
The green-haired kid nodded. "Yup. Anyone who wants to keep all their bones intact usually just does what he says."
"Why?"
The green-haired kid just shrugged. "Don't know, he kind of asserted himself as the de-facto 'toughest kid in school' every since last year. I usually don't associate myself with things that involve him."
"Why's that?"
"I don't care about it. I came here to learn to be a sword-smith, so that's what I'm gonna do. Arguments or bullies or fights aren't worth my time or effort."
"But what if it involved a friend of yours?"
The green-haired kid was silent for a while before answering in a soft voice. "Friends aren't really worth my time or effort either." He looked down at his desk but then felt movement to his left. He turned to see the raven-haired kid extending his arm to him.
"What's your name?"
The green-haired kid was dumbfounded. "Z-Zoro," he replied.
The raven-haired kid grinned. "Nice to meet you Zoro, my name's Luffy."