Halloooo! Here is the first story of a series I am working on called the 'Intertwined Series' (hahaha sorry idk what to call it). They're basically stories with different plots that connect to each other at some point (ex: OC-chan in this story comes from Sendai, and you can guess who she's friends with). This is my very first try at making a multi-chapter story so hehe...

Disclaimer:

I do not own the characters except my OCs. Haikyuu is owned by Haruichi Furudate. If it were mine, DaiYui, SugaKiyo, HinaYachi, BokuYukie, and KonoKaori will be canon and SuguMika would have more appearances :)


Chapter 1- Black cat means bad luck!

Run

Run

Run

A short-haired brunette raced her way to the crowded train station. It was already 8 in the morning, and yet here she was still on her way to her school, Nekoma High. Cherry blossom trees were in full bloom. Spring has arrived. Petals fall to the ground, coloring the busy streets of Tokyo with a pink hue.

A train going there arrived as soon as she got to the station. She fidgeted with her hands as she sat down. She straightens up her uniform and tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. The train ride felt like hours instead of minutes to her.

"Why'd my alarm clock have to break now of all days" she murmured to herself

Looking around the train, it looks like no one else will be with her in entering the school late. Well, no other student from other schools will be arriving late. Some people on the train were giving her weird looks. Two girls who looked like her age were whispering to each other and occasionally looking at her. It was obvious that they were talking about her. She sighed. Well at least I'm going to school, not walking around to who knows where and skipping classes. This is one first day to never forget.

The train arrived to its destination. She dashed off. The station was less crowded than she expected. Most of the people she passes by have suit cases and other bags for traveling.

She continued to run until she saw the residential near the school. Some people were out of their homes, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze. There were children playing outside, and some teenagers looking like they're ready to go to the heart of Tokyo.

She follows the directions in her phone and yet she doesn't reach her destination. She tries taking lefts and rights in the most random places, hoping to find the school. Where the crepes is it?

She looks at her location and suddenly feels the urge to jump off the bridge she's on. She boarded the wrong train and it brought her to the wrong place.

Damn these confusing Tokyo stations!

And so she runs going back to the train station, arriving and boarding the right train (This is the right train, right?) after an hour. She was officially 2 hours late.

Great. Humiliation on the first day of school.

The train stops after 30 minutes or so. Kazumi runs going to her destination like how she runs to her room when she turns off all lights in the house at night. She can feel the fear and embarrassment consuming her whole being. A new student being 2 hours and 30 plus minutes late for school, not to mention she was already a third-year—the year where everyone expects you to be a very responsible member of the society.

Being nervous as hell, she didn't notice the black cat that ran straight in front of her. She tried to avoid it really, but it made things worse. A bleeding scrape on her knee and a scratch on her right cheek was what she got. The scrape wasn't so bad, she says to herself. Even if it's bleeding like crazy, it isn't bad. The scratch was bleeding. She ties her hankie to her knee and as for the scratch, she uses her right hand to cover it up using some tissue.

She starts to walk, limp rather. Damn, this scrape hurts more than I expected.

She arrived at the gate. The climb up the few steps felt so tiring and painful for her. Running that distance drained her, even if she was part of a Track team before. Plus, the scrape felt more painful the more she walked.

The school premises is oddly quiet. Too quiet

The quadrangle looks like there were no students that even set foot there. The restrooms she passed by are all locked. Not a single sign of life is to be seen. She passes by a man that looks like a part of the faculty. He wore a red tracksuit and was busy talking to someone on the phone. He didn't notice her. Must be a PE teacher. Good thing he didn't see me. I might get a scolding for being late or maybe cutting classes.

She passes by the first building full of classrooms. Silence

"Hm? What's with the silence?" She wonders if it's Monday. She checks her phone. It is. The time suggests that it could already be third period. The clinic, she has no idea where.

Maybe they're still having the opening ceremony in the gymnasium. Maybe the principal is that type that loves giving long speeches and boring out students. If they ARE there, I'll ask someone where the clinic is.

She goes to the gymnasium. She hears voices, of boys in particular, and squeaking shoes. Also the thumping of balls. A whistle was blown, then the noises stopped. A game for a ball sport varsity? No wait, there has to be more sounds than that if all the students are there.

She starts to wonder if there really is school. She's very sure it's a Monday. And she's very sure that it's already past morning training hours. Summoning up the courage she knocks on the metal doors of the gym and opens them. The sight of a volleyball court set up and an old man dressed up in a red tracksuit was what she saw. She starts to feel something bubbling from the pit of her stomach, probably out of embarrassment. She feels like something isn't right.

"Uhm, may I ask where the third year students, no actually all of the students, are right now? Oh wait, um where is the clinic located? I think I'm kind of lost" she hears the man chuckle. This feels bad.

"There aren't any classes today, miss. It's a Saturday. The clinic is closed too." She froze. She looked at the old man who wore a kind smile. She also noticed a rather tall boy with a muscular built and bead head near the man. She can see a faint smirk on his face, as if he was teasing her for her slip-up. She would love to smack that smirk off his face. But for now, all she can do is turn red.

"Ehehe, I'm so sorry to interrupt" And with that, she took off.

"I see that you have a pretty bad scrape on your knee. And that scratch too" she turns to see the owner of the voice. The bedhead guy. There was something in his aura that just made her cringe and feel annoyed. Shrugging it off, she approaches him, the old man she just talked to a while ago gone from the doorway. "Need some help with that?"

"I'm fine. Besides, I might disturb your practice. Volleyball, right?" he nods. He moves closer to her to which she moves away in return.

"I won't bite you know. You aren't disturbing practice. It's our break time anyway" He gestures for her to follow him. Inside, she first sees a mohawk-haired boy who stares at her like he's in awe. Creepy

"Kuroo, by the way. Kuroo Tetsurou. You? First year I'm assuming"

"Udai Kazumi. I'm not a first-year. Believe it or not, I'm a third year. Just new here though." A boy with pudding-like hair and another male with caramel hair approached them. The pudding haired boy asked Kuroo something, making the latter need to go and leave Kazumi with the caramel-haired boy. She looked at him, dark grey orbs met brown ones. A certain shine on them. A feeling like the ones you'll feel with someone dearest to you was what the brown eyes had; sort of like being protected and taken care of. Something was tickling the back of Kazumi's head; she's seen this pair of eyes. But when and where?

"I'll come back. Just have to get something for Kenma" Kuroo interrupts Kazumi's train of thought about the mysterious eyes of the boy next to the pudding-head. "This is-"

"I can introduce myself Kuroo. Go and help Kenma. I'm Yaku, Yaku Morisuke. Also a third year that's mistaken as a first-year almost all the time. You're Udai-san, right?" Yaku was making eye contact with the floor as he spoke. He doesn't know why, but his intuition tells him to do so. What're you doing Morisuke?! You're talking to Udai-san, not the floor! This is not like you.

"Mhm" Silence envelops the two. Yaku lifts his eyes off from the floor only to be met with dark grey once again. Both look away. Awkwardness is felt. Yaku clears his throat.

"So um, what made that captain of ours invite you here? It doesn't look like you're one of his fangirls. No, wait- Argh! That was so dumb of me! You obviously need medical attention. Sorry" He rubs the back of his head sheepishly.

That was kinda cute. Wait what? Kazumi what are you thinking! The brunette shakes her head a little. Yaku makes her sit on one of the benches, where she sees a boy that she swears looks like a makineko. He looks awfully familiar, like she's seen him before. Not in person, but somewhere like in a friend's album or room or something. She can't put a finger on it. She smiles to him and he nods.

"I'll go get the first aid kit. Uh, don't mind Taketora over there. He's always like that whenever there's a girl around. This is Fukunaga, by the way. He rarely talks, but he's a nice kid. Second year, just like that idiot and the pudding head you saw. Kenma" he leaves her with Fukunaga sitting on her right and Taketora looking at her from a distance. He's starting to really creep her out.

"You can talk to me if you want. Not just stare at me from a distance" He mutters some incomprehensible words while running going to who-knows-where. She sees the old man from a while ago enter the gym through the second opening along with Yaku and another male she hasn't been introduced to yet. The old man separates from them to take a cellphone call.

"Here. There's some betadine in it and gauze and everything you'll need. Oh this is Kai by the way, third year as well" He smiles at Kazumi and the girl is sure that his smile can make any girl fall for him.

'But of course, no one beats Naruse Kakeru's smile.' She thought to herself

"Need some help?" he asks

"I'm good. Thanks for the kit. What's the name of your coach? He didn't introduce himself a while ago" She opens it and starts to tend to her wounds.

"Coach Nekomata. Nekomata Yasufumi. He's been the team's coach for a long time now" Yaku sits next to Kazumi.

"So uh, what happened to-" he points at her scratch and scrape.

"A black cat was in my way while I was running going here. I fell down and got a scrape. The cat, feeling scared, scratched my che- Gah! Yeah, my cheek"

"What I'm really curious about is why are you here on a Saturday, wearing the uniform and carrying your school bag" Kai sits down next to Yaku on the bench. He gets some athletic tape and wraps it around his index finger.

"I'm not so sure how all the devices that tell time in our house got changed to Monday. Must be my twisted brother's doing." She finishes tending to her scrape and starts to take care of the scratches.

"Tendou Satori" Kazumi hears Fukunaga mumble the name. Then her gears turn.

Ah! He's the guy I saw on Tendou's middle school album! The kouhai that loves Shonen Jump as much as he does!

"You're the kouhai that Tendou keeps on talking about!" Fukunaga smiles when he heard the name of his senpai before in middle school. "He said you love Shonen Jump. And you're a good wing spiker." he nods in thanks at her while smiling.

He really is silent

Finishing her business, she gives back the kit and prepares to leave.

She bows. "Thank you for the first aid kit. I'll be sure to be careful next time"

"No problem. See you on Monday" She leaves the gymnasium with some bandages on her knee and face, new found friends, and the cute slip-up of a certain libero she couldn't stop thinking about.


So yaaay 1st chapter complete. Not much action happening at the moment but don't worry it'll come ;). Why an OC for Demon-senpai you ask? No it is not because he's my anime bae. Well, in my entire 14 years of living, I have only encountered 1 Yaku x OC story (Stitch by Stitch by Himitsudesu on Wattpad. It's one of my faves :3). I see the lack of stories for this cute caramel-haired boy, so why not give him an OC? Not really a pro in writing so I'll accept any criticism. Reviews are very very welcome. Have a nice day (or night)!

P.S. Any recommended Haikyuu x OC fanfics for me? Know any more Yaku x OC stories? I need something to help me go through summer besides reading T~T

And also how do you add multiple spaces in between paragraphs?•_•

~nyan~