Kuroba woke up early that day, drenched in a cold sweat. This had become a daily occurrence for the past few days, his stress piling up as his vacation crawled to an end. He was worried about what team he'd be placed into, whether they’d be nice or not, and whether he'd be as skilled as them.
“Wait, I need to get ready. Can't be late on my first day!” Kuroba pumped himself up, doing light morning stretches. In reality, all he had to do was wash off and change, since he’d prepared all his stuff the day before. Nonetheless, as he walked to the bathroom, Kuroba still thought,
“Mmm, but it couldn't hurt to check a third time, right? Maybe four would be better…” He ignored the crunching sound of the masses of black insects beneath his feet and the eyes that were glaring from dark corners. He was used to them.
When all was said and done, Kuroba checked through his equipment about 9 more times before packing it away completely.
“Alright,” he said, sitting down on his bed with his flak jacket on. All that was left was to wait for his Jonin to show up. Or would it be better to go on ahead to the training field beforehand? There was time to go for one more look-through.
“... I woke up too early.” he sighed, simply getting more and more nervous as time passed. After agonizing for what seemed to be hours, his father called him down. Bolting down the stairs, Kuroba finally saw the face of his group’s leader.
“Oh, hi Minaru!” He was relieved that it was a familiar face.
“Minaru compliments Sakura a lot, so they must be good friends,” Kuroba thought to himself as he followed along.
When they got to the training field, Kuroba immediately recognized his teammates. Although he was a bit tense from the glittering “famous-person aura”, Kuroba relaxed after Hanare introduced herself.
“Ha ha, I was worried that my teammates were going to be scary, but you're actually really nice!” he grinned in relief.
“My name’s Kuroba, let's all be friends!”