Okay I know I may have a thing for writing two chapters and then stopping/starting another one because of the lack of inspiration…. And a tight packed school schedule, which is gonna get even busier. However I'm gonna give everything another try and I'm going to try to rewrite my two stories a bit or at least update them since I haven't written a thing since my last summer holiday and another one maybe a year ago, which I feel really guilty about. Like always be aware of my stupid slapstick comedy and terrible updates. BTW my new year's resolutions regarding fanfics will be this;

Update…..

1. Try to make shorter chapter but update on a regular basics

2. Finish at least one ff

Well that was all, I hope you'll enjoy this ff and root for me to finish this one! Warnings! Boyxboy!some hars words/lightbashing!

Disclaimer: I don't own haikyuu otherwise I would be having Hinata and Kageyama be all lovey-dovey with each other.

The sound of the piano echoing through the humongous hall and the tense silence engulfing the horde of people sitting on the chairs. The stage was taken by a boy no older than ten, yet he played like he had decades of experience and dragged the audience into his own world. The orange haired boy lightly pressed the keys on the piano and skillfully played every single note according to the score, just like he had been taught to. ''There's no freedom in music, you only need to play to what's been written.'', those were the words he grew up with and had been told on a daily basis. Just like learning a language this was natural to him. Just like a baby learning to crawl and finally starting to walk on his own. Those gloomy days knew no light, only the muffy air that filled the lonely practice room, but he found happiness in touching the big instrument filled with big keys colored black and white. His hands were very small, just like the rest of his body, his caramel colored eyes were focused on the score and the piano solely. Sweat adorned his head as he sparred a short glance at the people in the audience. Everyone was quiet, so quiet you could just hear a pin drop. Some people were gaping at the little boy, others had burst into tears and some were just sitting there looking up at him. That was until he stopped playing the bloody piano.

''Help me onii-chan...''

''Nii-chan! Welcome home!'' the energetic eight-year-old latched onto the leg of a certain big brother and continued hanging onto it even while said brother tried to hang his coat and the usual. ''Shouyo, come on, I still need to get changed I'm all sweaty!'' The Hinata family estate was located on top of one of the highest mountains in the area, if you wonder who chose such a place to live on, well it would be the fault of the idiotic parents of the two children. ''But Kyousuke onii-chan, you promised me to show your ultra-super-cool volleyball move!'' Shouyo's eyes were practically shinning with excitement, but the elder one obviously couldn't give two shits…. Or so you would think. '' Shouyo! Soooo goddamn cute! Where's the camera?! Mom! Where's the camera?!'' yup this was a severe case of an illness also known as bro-con, short for brother complex. As fast like the lightning Kyousuke took A LOT of pictures and dragged Hinata outside to show him how to play volleyball generally since the small eight-year-old held no experience at all. Kyousuke grabbed the volleyball and first showed him how to receive, Kyousuke was very talented at playing volleyball, but also held his fair share in the musical department. You just had to listen to his violin skills once and you would be total smitten with the ten-year-old.

Shouyo just jumped up and down, this would be his first time ever even touching a volleyball. However his fun time was disrupted by his own parents with great displeasure. '' don't you dare touching that thing, Shouyo. We're going to practice right now. Oh, and Kyousuke, darling, put the ball away and start practicing again. We don't want to have you slacking off.'' Kyousuke clenched his hands into fists and just stood there while Shouyo was being dragged away by his parents with a teary face. ''But I want to play with nii-chan! I don't want to practice on the stupid piano!''

'Slap'! Shouyo dropped to the ground with a chocked cry and Kyousuke ran to him with a horrified look on his face. '' Shouyo! Why did you do that?!'' their parents gave them a disappointed look even after hitting their youngest son it didn't seem like they felt any guilt. '' You are not worthy of the name Hinata, you both are such disappointments.''

several years later

''Osu, my name is Hinata Shouyo and I would like to join the Karasuno volleyball club! (volleybu) '' Hinata bowed down before the upperclassmen and waited patiently for a response.

''So...small''

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Shouyo: why am I being hit ane-sama?

Tengu: *squeals* Hinata you're too cute I can just eat you! And as to answer your question, cause I wanted to make something with some drama, duh…

Btw this story will at some point continue a little bit with its normal course of the show so that was all I wanted to say,

ja ne!