It was just another day for fifteen year old Nishiya Arimoto. Another day of boring Language Arts, boring Math, interesting Biology, and extremely entertaining History. Once school was out, he went to the nearest public bus stop (because there are no school busses in Japan) and headed straight home. Once he arrived, he ate a quick snack before jumping into his homework.
There wasn't much homework that he had to do and he easily finished it all in around thirty minutes. Once he was done, he immediately logged into his desktop computer.
His mouse hovered over a certain icon on his desktop. He took a deep breath and double clicked it.
A well awaited window appeared on the screen.
"WORLD OF WARSHIPS"
Nishiya stretched a little before bending over his keyboard.
"Let's get this party started!"
After a wonderful game involving the sinking of two cruisers, a battleship, and a carrier, he had a bit of dinner before jumping back to his room and opening up his history textbook.
He liked history, especially if it was navy related. If one would enter his room in its current state, one would see that various posters are plastered to the walls. Some are about history in general. Others are posters about various warships, like the Bismark, Iowa, and Yamato.
Perhaps this was why he was nicknamed The Navy Boy at school.
Homeroom is not exactly the most exciting time at school. Kids in the US even take that time to sleep, considering that they have to wake up at 5:45 every morning (true story). Nishiya is one such example. However, there was a bit of an uneasy atmosphere in the room that kept him awake. He felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Yo, Arimoto," said Noriyuki, Nishiya's classmate. "What kind of person do you think it's gonna be?" Nishiya shrugged.
"Beats me," he said. "Hope it's not another paper cutout-type." Noriyuki nodded.
"Some sort of mysterious one would be awesome," Noriyuki said. Nishiya sighed.
"Bruh, this isn't an anime."
The bell rang and everyone rushed back to their seats. Nishiya himself didn't move. He was already at his seat. He liked his seat, near the back and right next to the window. It made him feel like he was the main character of some dramatic plot, because almost all main characters sit next to the window near the back. Did anyone else notice?
The teacher walked in with an unfamiliar student in tow.
"Now settle down class," she said. "This is a new transfer student and starting today, she will be part of this class. Introduce yourself, dear." The new student bowed.
"My name is Mikasa Yumi (由海三笠)," the student said. "Nice to meet you." The other students replied with a similar "Nice to meet you," but a lot of the students were rather hyped about this transfer student. For the boys, they had to admit that this new girl was hot. This was an undeniable fact. For the girls, well, no one knows what goes on in a girl's mind so... yeah.
The girl's voice sounded bright and cheerful, but to Nishiya it sounded like an act. To him, it sounded as if the girl was actually hurt and didn't want anyone to know. It looked like his friend got his wish. This transfer student was rather mysterious.
It was around history class when Nishiya finally noticed, but the new girl would make a lot of historical puns in her conversations. Just how much she knew instantly hit him during this class.
"Can anyone tell me the total casualties of the Russian Baltic Fleet during the Battle of Tsushima Strait?" the teacher asked. The transfer student raised her hand.
"Yes Miss Yumi?"
"The Russians lost 4,380 killed and 5,917 captured, including two admirals, with a further 1,862 interned," she replied. The teacher raised her eyebrows in slight surprise.
"That is correct," she said, before continuing to ramble about how Admiral Togo's action of Crossing the T was decisive to the battle.
Nishiya knew how many were killed during the battle, but not the details of the casualties. This girl was rather knowledgable.
Once class ended, Nishiya also noticed a bit of a social problem. After almost every class at least one guy tried to hit on this poor new student. Those that try always receive either a polite "no thanks" or a shoe to the face.
Noriyuki ended up with a shoe to the face.
And he was pressuring Nishiya to try too. He sighed. Maybe just a chat...
"Hey," Nishiya greeted. Mikasa turned around, with an annoyed look on her face.
"What do you want," she said. "Are you here to hit on me or something?" Nishiya sighed.
"Nah," he replied. "Just wanted to know how you knew the the casualties in such detail."
The two were walking home and Nishiya got pretty bored. So he decided to ask the previous question.
"You just do research and it's there," Mikasa replied. "Isn't that how you know so much about Naval history?" Nishiya laughed awkwardly.
"Well... yeah..." he replied. "What is the muzzle diameter of the IJN Yamato's...?"
"427mm."
"Damn that was fast."
The exchange of trivia questions went on for some time ranging from the start of naval combat to now.
And, for the first time, Nishiya heard a genuine laugh from the girl, even if it was only a giggle.
The pair stopped at an intersection.
"I'm going that way," said Mikasa. "Bye!" Mikasa skipped away in the direction of the Naval base. Nishiya smiled and waved as she left. Then he began thinking.
Her name reminded him of two things. One was a certain anime character. Another was a Battleship. The girl skipped towards a Naval base.
Could it be...?
Nishiya stopped in his tracks.
Naval base...!? WELL SHIT!
He missed the bus stop.
Author's notes: Hello y'all! It's Karl the Arty! Here I am with my second Kancolle fanfic! I probably should be working oh The Land Warfare Boys right now, but I need to get words on paper, so here it is! Please rate and review review review review review review review review! It motivates me to write more!
Also there is a distinct lack of Battleship Mikasa stories. So... yeah...
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