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DISCLAIMER: HAIKYUU DOES NOT BELONG TO ME (duh)

If your mother suddenly told you that you'd be living in another country randomly in a Sunday afternoon, what would you do? To add with that, what if you were enjoying an episode of, hmm, let's say your favorite show? In my case, it was Psych.

A normal reaction would be a simple "What?" or perhaps, an incredulous stare accompanied with a small gape—either way, you'd be shocked. There was no warning beforehand, not even a single hint. Surely, this was a joke. A crude joke but still, a joke.

'It's not a joke,' the logical (and admittedly, most ignored) part of my mind whispered. 'Your mom never jokes.'

'Shut up.' I answered back.

(See?)

I laughed. "Mom, don't you think it's too early for this? Living in Japan—pfft! That's so funny. So, how was the meeting?" I set aside my laptop, turning in my bed to give her my full attention. It was rare to see my mom jest. So, might as well listen to her, right? (Wrong)

"The meeting went well—so well that my boss decided to grant me a promotion," My mom raised an eyebrow as she watched my smile slowly turn into a frown. "A promotion that requires hands-on work in Japan."

My eyes twitched. "Oh."

"Oh." She echoed, obvious amusement in her voice.

"Shit."

"Language."

Two months.

Two freaking months.

It has already been that long since we've moved to Japan.

You're probably wondering what happened after my mom scolded for my 'potty' mouth—well, let's say it didn't end too well. I guess what I did that time can be considered as 'overreacting' but hey, for me, changing countries is a free ticket to sobbing and having a mini-tantrum. What? It's not? Too bad.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I hate Japan but it's more of 'How-in-the-world-am-I-going-to-adjust' kind of thing. It took my mom about a week to convince me to stop sulking. She even had me personally write farewell letters to my friends. The tears smudged my writing but I thought it made it all the more special. But, who am I kidding? They were happier than I am. In fact, when I went to school the next day and told them the big news—they all whooped and cheered for me.

At that moment, I questioned my choice of friends.

But, the reason they were so happy was not because I was leaving (gosh, I hope not) but because I'm actually an otaku, a hard-core one. They knew that so they were glad for me. Yeah, yeah, I'm an anime-loving nerd but shush.

We all know that an otaku's dream is to live or at least, visit Japan.

I did too.

Keyword: did.

Why? It's because living and visiting are two completely different things.

But despite the resentment I felt against my mom the first few days here in Japan, I couldn't stop the excitement that surged through me when I took my first step in the land of the rising sun. Anime didn't do justice to Japan's beauty. If we weren't always in a rush, I would have whipped my sketchpad out and start drawing. The streets were bustling with life, buildings that reached the sky, and the organization of all. I was in awe.

Not to mention the streets were clean.

I know a litter-free road is nothing important to many but living in the Philippines all your life makes you appreciative of public cleanliness. 'Tis was a nice change, I'd say. However, the cold was something I found unappealing. Growing up in a tropical country earned me immunity against the heat but the cold? Hell no. We got here around the end of January so it was right on the peak of Japanese Winter.

Let's just say I ended up wasting a lot of tissues during the first week. Mom was not happy.

"These are some of the schools my workmates suggested. Here, read them and tell me what you think later."

BAM.

"…Mom, how many schools are we talking about?" I deadpanned as I stared at the stack—no, tower of papers on my desk. I was in the middle of finishing a book, The Alchemyst, in my (new) bed when my mom barged in. I should probably start locking the door, I think a bad habit is starting to develop.

"Several. I already like one of them, it's an all-girls school. Niiyama High, I think." Mom nodded, ignoring the wince from me because of her butchered pronunciation.

Unfortunately, my mom wasn't as good as me when it came to speaking Japanese. She's still adjusting to the language and to be honest, I only had anime to thank for my ability. Hah, and to think she used to scold me for watching Hunter x Hunter 'till the crack of dawn.

Did I mention that we were living in Sendai, Miyagi? I was actually expecting for us to stay in Tokyo since that was the typical destination of many but mom's office was here in Miyagi so that's how we ended up in this meager but surprisingly spacious apartment.

"I'll be in my room doing work—make sure to give me feedback during dinner, okay Mei?"

The door shut close.

I pushed myself off the bed and locked it.

"Just in case." I muttered before turning around to assess the mountain of papers on my small table. I grabbed the first one on the pile and blanched.

...I can't read this.

"So, have you decided the school?" My mom asked, scooping some rice from the cooker before dumping them on my plate. I thanked her quietly and allowed myself to relax on the chair as my mom began eating her share. I haven't touched mine.

Choosing a school was no easy feat. We're talking about the place I'd be staying for the majority of my teenage life. This required wise and proper planning—something that I honestly shouldn't be trusted with. A school with an easygoing system would be preferable (the logical side murmured). My Japanese was mediocre at best since I haven't fully grasped the idea of Katakana and Hiragana but I'm getting there.

"My best choice would be Karasuno High," I finally spoke, poking the steaming rice with my chopsticks.

According to the articles I've read earlier,

Karasuno High: a school nick-named as the fallen crows, they're not exactly well-known but it used to have a respected volleyball team that rose to compete in the nationals. Presently, there's nothing to take note of. Academic-wise, the school is normal and doesn't have any redeeming qualities. It's the perfect school for someone new like me.

"Mhm, but?" My mom hummed.

I could feel it—the future doubt and regret was already beginning to eat me. Reasons started to show itself in the back of my head to warn me of the huge mistake I was making.

"But…"

Hoe, don't do it. My mind screamed.

"I want to go to Shiratorizawa Academy."

Oh my god.

Dear Mr. Youth,

Have you watched the show I suggested before? Naruto? One of the characters reminded me of your alias—his name is Lee and he's very youthful. My mom forced me to pick a school to study in. I may or may not have thought it thoroughly but I hope the school I picked would be filled with fun memories.

Ah, right, I didn't mention it in my last letter but we live in Japan now. I can't tell you where exactly but at least, we're breathing the same air now.

By the way, the picture you sent sucks. Your thumb was covering the camera and how in the world did it get so blurry in the first place? What's with the shoes too? They do look nice though. I like the color.

Sincerely,

Flower

*a picture is attached

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