A/N: Welcome to my story! I hope you enjoy my first piece of work. I just want to let you know before you get hooked (ha) that I'm not sure if I will regularly update this story but I will try my best to have at least on chapter up every 1 or 2 weeks!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters other than my ocs!


"Mina…Mina, hey Mina wake up you're going to be late for school if you don't get up you know?"

Lifting my head slightly, I managed to shoot a somewhat sleepy glare at my older sister Emi before closing my eyes again and snuggling deeper into my bed.

Letting out a loud and dramatic sigh, I simply listened as my older sister made her way into my tiny room. I followed the sounds of her light footsteps to my window where I could hear the soft rustling of the curtain opening,

"How can you just lie there when it's so beautiful outside?" Emi asked in that annoying motherly tone of her,

"My bed is warm…" I croaked, my voice cracking slightly as it always did in the early mornings.

Drifting back to sleep I couldn't help but continue listening to the sound of Emi's soft footsteps make their way across the room,

"Seriously Emi, if you don't get up now you'll never get to school on time. This isn't America, you can't just wave down a taxi or grab the train- you are going to have to walk to school and last time I checked that's a long walk,"

Cracking my eyes open I squinted at my sister who was now standing at the edge of my bed with her hands on her hips and a small smirk,

"I thought you said I could borrow your bike," Sitting up in my bed I rubbed my eyes harshly with clenched fist,

"I didn't have time this weekend to look for it," Emi simply shrugged.

Feeling my eye twitch I raised an eyebrow at her. No time? What did she mean by that? Anyone with a pair of working eyes and half a functional brain could definitely see that Emi had nothing but time on her hands.

Opening my mouth to respond I quickly decided that I didn't have time to argue with her. Peering over at my clock I realized that she was right, I had already overslept which didn't leave me much time now.

Throwing my comforter off me I instinctively tugged at my oversized tee in an attempt to shake off the cold.

"Finally, now hurry up and get ready, I already finished breakfast and packed your lunch. You don't want to be late for the first day of school do you?" Without even waiting for one off my sassy, smart-ass responses Emi twirled out of my room and disappeared down the hall.

Where does she get that energy from? I thought to myself as I made my way to the bathroom. Getting undressed I hopped into the small shower.

Slowly working a dollop of strawberry scented shampoo into my hair I tried to fight off my growing anxiety as the fact that today was indeed the first day of school- for me anyway.

Finishing off my shower I hopped out and quickly brushed my teeth before going back into my room to put on my uniform.

Entering my room I noticed that whereas before I had left my bed all messy it was now straightened up and had my uniform lain out neatly in the middle. Making my way to my bed I study my uniform for a moment.

Thankfully I happy to see that the uniform wasn't awkward or ugly, in fact I was pleased to see that it was actually kind of simple but cute. The uniform simply consisted of a plain, pleated black skirt that looked like it was suppose to the knees but since I was more on the taller side it would most likely fall a little higher above mid-thigh length. Looking over at my top I noticed that my sister had laid out of couple of options for me. On the right side of the skirt my sister had laid out a simple white crew neck tee-shirt with a red tie and a cream colored sleeveless vest while on the left side of the skirt there was long sleeve button down shirt paired with a navy blue blazer and red, floppy bow tie.

After staring at the two options for a minute I finally decided that I wanted to wear the tee shirt combination mainly because I didn't want to come off as too preppy for the first day of school but rather chic and relaxed.

After pulling on my clothes and hastily drying my hair I quickly grabbed my backpack and a pair of knee high navy blue socks before heading to the kitchen.

"Ah, don't you look nice," Emi hummed happily as she peered up from her magazine with a cup of coffee in hand.

Grunting in reply I plopped down across the table from her and started to pull on my socks.

"Hmm, that's it?" Emi said with a skeptical look on her face as she placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of me,

Looking down at my outfit I looked back up at her with a small frown, "should I change into the blazer instead?"

Shaking her head, Emi threw her hands to her hips again and jerked her head upwards in my direction, "I meant are you not planning on putting any makeup on or doing something with your hair?"

Makeup? Hair? Wasn't she the one who told me hurry up or else I'd be late?

Digging my spoon into my oatmeal I shrugged, "I don't have time, besides I'm pretty sure the school prohibits girls to wear makeup,"

Scoffing in disgust my sister crossed her arms, "you can never not have time for makeup!" pointing dramatically at the magazine she had been reading she quickly grabbed it and thrusted it in my face, "it says right hear that no matter what you should always make time for a little bit of makeup, besides if you do it really natural the school will never notice!"

Before I could even point out that unlike her I didn't need a bunch of magazine articles to dictate my life, Emi dashed out of the kitchen and reappeared just as quickly with one of her overstuffed makeup bags.

"Now let your big sister take care of this!"

Ignoring the fact that I had a mouthful of oatmeal, Emi gripped my face tightly in her iron like grip and twisted my face about,

"Ah, your skin is so nice and clear you don't even need any tinted moisturizer!"

Slapping her hand away I shrunk back in my chair, "can't you let me eat in peace?"

"Nope," she responded popping the 'p' as she dug into in makeup her bag, "now face me and look up,"

Doing as she instructed, Emi gripped my face softly this time and began applying a chestnut brown eye pencil across my upper lid and a bit on my lower lid.

Giving up entirely on breakfast for now I allowed Emi to dust on a barely noticeable layer of blush on my cheeks and apply an almost sheer pink lip tint on my lips,

"Perfect!" Emi exclaimed as she leaned back to observe her work "you're so lucky your eyebrows are perfectly arched and full,"

Chuckling lightly at her pouted face I stuck out my tongue, "does this mean I'm done now?"

"You wish your hair is still a mess!"

Bringing my hands up to my head I had to admit she was probably right.

Just a week ago after in arriving here I decided that I needed a change. Unfortunately after realizing that there was no hairdresser located in the isolated rural area I hadn't heeded my sister's warnings and decided that I could indeed cut my own hair. At first I had assumed cutting my own hair would be a cinch, I mean I was going for a just a minor trim but somehow after each cut I delivered to my hair I found that my chest length hair was becoming more and more drastically short and uneven. Thankfully after tearfully approaching my sister with scissors in hand, Emi had effortlessly saved what little was left and transformed my uneven hair disaster into a short and stylish chin length bob.

"Couldn't you have at least put some moisturizer in your hair before drying it?" Emi scolded,

"Heh," I started sheepishly "I was kind of in a rush,"

Clucking her tongue at me Emi magically pulled out wide tooth comb and some hair cream from her makeup bag and got to work on my hair.

As I finished up my breakfast Emi tucked my side bangs behind my right ear and placed a bright red plastic hair band in my hair which ensured that my bangs wouldn't randomly sweep forward whenever I tilted my head down. "There, now you look pretty as me!" Emi squealed happily,

Rolling my eyes and smiling at her, I stood up and straightened out my uniform "geez thanks, I probably looked a lot worse before,"

"You did," she agreed "but now you look awesome so don't worry about your looks. All you have to do is make sure you don't embarrass yourself!"

Gulping nervously I tried to fight off the growing anxiety. Not only was it my first day of school but it was my first day off school in a completely different country for me and of all the times to join a new school it happened to be smack dab in the middle of the spring semester. Not only would I be the new kid but I'd stick out like a sore thumb!

Throwing my face into my palms I let out a groan, "I feel sick,"

"Ah! Stop messing up my heard work!" Emi wailed while swatting the top of my head,

"I'm pretty sure you hitting me like that is definitely not helping me either,"

Pouting at my response, Emi suddenly offered a wide grin and threw her hands on my shoulders "look Mina, you are going to be fine. You are smart and funny so making friends is not going to be a problem…but if you keep frowning at me like that then you will definitely end up with some major wrinkles which will definitely be a problem,"

Punching her in the arm I ignored Emi's yelp and pulled her into a hug, "thanks…thanks for everything,"

"Heh, hey no needs to thank me this is what big sisters are for. Now get off me you are messing up your makeup,"

Pulling away we grinned at each other. Saying my goodbyes Emi handed me my bento lunch box that she had carefully wrapped with a hot pink cloth and my backpack.

Heading to the door I assured my sister for the fiftieth time that I knew how to get to school and that she didn't have to come with me. Slipping on my sneakers I pulled her into one last hug and stepped out of the house.

Even though it was only middle of May and the weather forecast had claimed that it would be a rather hot day it was still pretty chilly outside, then it again it was only about six in the morning so it would probably warm up later.

Starting my hour long trek in the direction of the Karasuno High I couldn't help but get lost in my own thoughts.

Would anyone want to even talk to me? Would I stick out too much? Or worse what if someone recognized me?!

Before I could allow myself to even address any of my worrisome thoughts a loud wail caught my attention and before I could react I was suddenly knocked onto my stomach and something heavy landed on my back.

"Ah!" A loud yet shrill voice yelled from on top of me,

Clutching my head in my hand I craned my neck so I could give a piece of my mind to whoever was using me as personal body pillow. From this angle all I could really see was a mop of messy and spiky bright orange hair.

"Hey-" I started with a threatening edge,

Tensing up immediately, the person suddenly whipped their head towards me to reveal a pair of wide brown eyes that looked like they were tearing up,

"ImsosorryIdidntseeyouthereImeanIdidbutIwasntfocusingandImsosorry-" suddenly stopping in the middle of the rant he simply stared at me with even wider eyes and his mouth hanging open slightly,

For a moment all we did was stare at each other. Suddenly feeling self conscious I averted my eyes from him and took small deep breath.

I hated being stared at. I knew there was no way around it though, I mean it wasn't everyday that people around here would run into a black girl- especially out in the rural parts of Japan like this.

"I-I am s-sorry," the boy suddenly exclaimed in a somewhat accented English,

Peering up again at him I gave him a small smiled and responded in Japanese, "its okay but can you please get off me?"

Blushing furiously the boy suddenly threw himself off me so that he was sitting about two to three meters away from me in a crouched position, "sorry!" he exclaimed again while bowing his head deeply.

Scratching the back of my head I pulled myself up so I would be sitting while facing him, "it's okay, but you should be more careful next time,"

"Y-your Japanese is good…" the boy said trailing off as he continued to stare at me with a look of awe and confusion,

"Eh yes," I mumbled becoming even more self conscious "my dad is Japanese so I'm half Japanese."

"Oh…" the boy mumbled still with a look of wonder painted on his face.

Not knowing what else to see I casted a side long glance to my side. Over to the right of us I saw that his bike which had nearly ran me over with was now lying somewhat dejectedly on the edge of a rice patty field,

Pointing to his bike I looked over at him, "Um I think you should get your bike before it falls in,"

Snapping out of his daze the boy looked over and suddenly bolted up with a cry and immediately dashed over to his bike.

So fast…I thought to myself as I stared at him with surprise. Almost in a blink of an eye he had somehow managed to cross a good amount of distance and reach his bike.

Still staring in surprise it took me a few seconds to register his grunts of frustration as he tried to heave his bike up the steep slope.

Forgetting about my bag I raced over to him and down the slope. Grabbing the front of his bike I helped him pull his bike back up to the sandy path.

"Thank you," the boy exclaimed rather loudly while bowing deeply,

"Eh, no problem," I replied sheepishly.

I could tell he was feeling awkward, he wanted to stare at me was seemed like he couldn't bring himself to. But then, for whatever reason he suddenly focused his eyes on me and stared…and stared…and stared…

"Eh-"

"Your eyes are so bright, it's like the color of the sea…sea foam green," he mumbled almost like he was hypnotize.

Blushing slightly at his comment I shielded my eyes and turned my head away from him, "uh thank you…I think," I mumbled the last part to myself.

"I'm Hinata Shoyo!"

Looking in his direction with a hand still shielding my eyes I nodded at him, "Nice to meet you, I'm Mina Hashimoto."

"What are you doing out here?" Hinata asked loudly and rather cheerfully- almost has if he hadn't just nearly killed me moments before,

Peering at him curiously I noticed that he wasn't staring at me with a dumbstruck look on his face anymore, instead he now how a wide grin plastered on his face almost as if he was merely chatting to a good friend.

"Um, I was heading to school?"

"School?" he echoed curiously,

"Yes, I'm transferring to Karasuno High-"

"Ah! I go to that school too!" Hinata exclaimed,

Squinting at him slightly I couldn't help but note that he was way too loud and energetic.

"Were you actually planning on walking there?" Hinata asked,

"Eh, yes why?"

"Well it's just such a long walk especially through the mountains,"

"Heh, I was supposed to borrow my older sister's bike but she was too lazy to look for it so I figured one day of walking wouldn't kill me." But if she doesn't find that bike soon it will definitely kill me…

"I could give you a lift if you want," he said happily,

Studying him I couldn't help but shoot him a skeptical look. I didn't want to say it but he looked far too scrawny and small to even be going to be a high school student let alone carry me on his bike.

"I might be short and small but I can definitely carry you on my bike!" he said confidently almost as if he had read my mind "plus this would be good training for me!"

"Eh, are you saying I'm fat?" I asked in a mock dark tone,

Almost instantly Hinata paled and took a few steps back as if he was prepared to cower behind someone.

"Eh, I'm joking! I'm sorry!" I said quickly,

"Oh, I knew that," he laughed straightening up immediately. Pulling his bike alongside him he gestured for me to hop on and sit down in the basket that was placed in front of his bike.

Pouting slightly I hesitantly hopped onto his bike fully expecting us to topple over due to my height and weight. However, much to my surprise Hinata managed to support my added weight and pushed off with a small huff.

"Um, are you sure I'm not too heavy?" I asked when I noticed that he was starting to turn red in the face,

"No, no," Hinata managed to gasp as he continued pedaling "you are certainly not as heavy as I thought you'd be."

As Hinata continued pedaling and the wind ruffled my hair I had to admit that this was nice.

"Hey, Mina-san you said you were transferring to Karasuno?"

"Mhm,"

"Um, do you mind if I ask you where you are from?"

Casting a look over my shoulder I decided that it would be okay to tell him- after all it didn't look like he had a clue who I was. "I'm from the United States, Boston to be specific."

"Oh wow, I've heard of there!" He smiled brightly "but why are you here though?"

"Um, well, uh my older sister lives here and I uh thought it'd be nice to just finish up my last couple years of high school here with her," I stammered nervously. I didn't want to sound suspicious or anything but whenever I told lies no matter how big or small my voice would always betray me.

"You have an older sister here?"

"Mhm, yeah, she's four years older than me. She moved out here on her own about two years ago though."

"Ah, I see. Hey Mina-san, you mentioned earlier that you are half Japanese?"

"Yeah," looking over my shoulder I smiled at him.

I could understand why he was confused. Unlike back home, people here always seemed either confused or interested at the idea of seeing someone so different from them. Unlike most of the girls around here my hair wasn't black, soft and flowed like ink down my back- sure my hair was soft but not like anyone around here, plus my hair was more like my mother's dark brown hair. Also, my skin wasn't a pale white that people strived for around here or even a tan that farmers sported. Instead my skin was more of a light nut-meg which was an interesting mix between my father's natural lightly tanned skin tone and my mother's warm honey tone. Moreover, what seemed to catch everyone's attention were my bright sea-foam green eyes, an interesting trait I inherited from my mother. Then again, even back home I would often catch people just staring at my eyes with curiosity- it wasn't a common color after all and I had to admit sometimes I couldn't help and stare at them too in the mirror. My sister liked to joke that it was something people might never really get used to, even after two years at her work place her co-workers as well as regulars at the beauty parlor still couldn't get over her sea-foam green eyes.

"What's your other half?" Hinata asked sheepishly, almost as if he was embarrassed to even ask,

Chuckling lightly a smile, "My father is Japanese and my mother is Khoisan,"

"K-ko-san?" he tried to repeat in English.

Tilting my head to the said I laughed, "sorry, I don't know if there is a Japanese word for that but it's pronounced Khoisan and they- uh we are people from South Africa, we aren't necessarily one people…but, um…well it's hard to explain," I trailed off,

"I think I understand…I was just wondering though. You look very Japanese but at the same time you don't," Hinata replied somewhat thoughtfully,

"Eh, I get that a lot. But can I ask you a question?" Not even waiting for a response I asked, "When you said this would be good for training what did you mean by that?"

Perking up at my question Hinata smiled brightly, "I'm training for the upcoming inter-high preliminary for volleyball!"

Grimacing to myself I turned forward so he wouldn't notice. Though I had to admit, I was surprised to hear that someone as short as him was on a volleyball team,

"You might be thinking that I'm too small to be on a team-"

Can he read minds?! I thought in silent horror,

"But I make up for that in speed and I can jump pretty high-oh and I love to spike! One of my team members…he's not very nice but I guess he's okay once you get to know him but on the court I know he has my back and together we are almost unstoppable!"

"Unstoppable?" I questioned genuinely interested,

"Yeah, we have this cool move, people call it freaky or freak quick but I don't think it's weird at all," Hinata explained, his face twist into a somewhat serious look "I just trust him and even though I don't have to look at what's in front of me the ball always reaches the other side."

"Whoa…that does sound freaky!"

"Ah you think?" Hinata laughed,

"Mhm, but it's good that you don't get discourage," I smiled softly, "not a lot of people I know would be able to have the passion you have even if they had means to compensate for their weakness,

"I don't let my height bother me, I know I can improve in other areas but I really like the feeling of spiking the ball! Oh, by the way Mina-san, you do you happen to play volleyball?"

"N-no, w-why do you ask?" I stammered, the corners of my lips turning upwards in an attempt to mask my nervousness but only making me look like a cat caught doing something bad,

"Well you seem like you do…plus you seem like you'd be tall enough to play, how tall are you anyway?"

"I'm 172.72 cm but no I don't play or anything," I muttered.

"Wah! I'm jealous! I'm only 162.8cm! If I was as tall as you I could probably have more power!"

"Ah, no I'm not that tall!" I chuckled; sweat dropping "besides that it really matter how tall you are if you have the passion to play?"

Looking at me thoughtfully for a moment, Hinata suddenly erupted into a smile "No, it doesn't…oh, we're here!"

Looking in front of me I noticed that we had indeed reached the high school. Turning to the right Hinata made his way to a line of bike racks. Pulling up to one I instantly jumped off causing Hinata to wobble,

"Whoa!"

"Sorry!"

Parking his bike and locking it Hinata looked up at me and grinned, "You should come to the tournament next week! That way I can show you my spikes!"

Sweat dropping at his beaming smile I shielded my eyes, "eh, maybe,"

"Or if you can't you can stop by the gym!"

Where other volleyball players are? I don't think so…"Eh sure!"

"Oi! Hinata-baka!" A loud voice boomed from across the quad which caused both Hinata and I to shiver in fear,

"K-Kageyama…" Hinata mumbled in a somewhat fearful tone,

"This sounds like my cue to leave, thank you for the ride and it was really nice meeting you Hinata-san!" Bowing and ignoring his protest for me to wait I immediately dashed towards the main building to gather my schedule and avoid having to meet this Kageyama person.


A/N: I just want to take the time now to apologize for butchering or misusing any of the Japanese honorifics. I tried looking it up on Google but to be honest it was kind of confusing so feel free to correct me when I misuse them!

That being said you've probably figured that this fanfic story is oc-centric and with that I just want to say that I won't turn this into a giant ship fest (if you are worried about that-though there might or might not be any pairings) instead I wanted to turn this into a kind of slice of life drama thing, y'know with the daily lives, struggles and basically watch my ocs grow along side the other characters.

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