Author's Note: Okay, so the first chapters will be kind of fast-paced? This was supposed to be a one-shot but I gradually kept making continuations for this one-shot that a friend convinced me to just continue it. I might re-write this but not yet. Anyway, this is my first series so please, please bear with me. Thank you and enjoy! Reviews are welcome. DISCLAIMER FOR THIS CHAPTER AND ALL THAT WILL COME: I, in no way, own Haikyu! or connected to them; it is rightly owned by Haruichi Furudate, published by Shueisha. If I do own something in this story, then it is my OC, Yukio Murikami and her family. That is all.

Today wasn't really Tsukishima Kei's day… Not at all. Officially, volleyball practice has ended and, well, his teammate, as usual, stayed over time to practice more. It never ceases to amaze and disgust Kei how utterly dedicated they are to the sport – they were just a club after all.

That's what they were – a club. Which is why he refused to stay at the gym and practice more than it was necessary to; plus, he already got hit on the face when a certain annoying red head miscalculated a spike.

As the memory resurfaced Kei subconsciously touched his left cheek, still feeling the sting albeit not as worse as before. A small huff left his lips before dropping his arm back to his side and continuing to walk towards the school building in order to retrieve the stuff in his locker. As he was about to enter the building, his golden-brown orbs caught sight of what the sky looked like and only then did he noticed how dark the shade of the sky was.

'Better hurry,' He thought, entering the building with steps more urgent than earlier. The blond easily found his locker, stood before it, shrug his gym bag off his shoulder before taking what he needed. Just as he shut his locker door there was a brief flash of light and the sound of thunder followed.

"Shit." He muttered underneath his breath, turning to face the school's entrance only to see rain pouring. Of all days to idiotically leave his umbrella, it just had to be today when it actually rained; Tsukishima Kei can now officially confirm that it was a bad day – not that the ball hitting his face didn't suffice. Yamaguchi already went home earlier than him, saying he promised his mother errands; and seeing that Yamaguchi was his only friend, or the only one who he truly recognizes as a friend, there was no other people he can ask to share an umbrella with. There was also no way he was going to return to the gym to wait for the rain to halt or wait for practice to end in order to share an umbrella with someone – no, too much of his pride would be at stake there. His only choice was to… wait.

Deep in thought, Kei didn't notice that his facial expression was crunched into an expression that was a mix of anger and annoyance, a scowl that screamed ' I am so done with today's crap'. Another thing that was unknown to him was that there were light blue eyes that started watching him a few moments ago. The owner of the eyes diverted their attention back to their locker, grabbing the purple umbrella tucked safely inside her locker for moments just as this one. She then approached the guy – once she was standing by his side, she suddenly felt reluctant; sure she knew the guy was tall, but standing beside him was a totally different story. His height was intimidating… as so was the scowl on his face now that she could see his face – it was apparently a classmate of hers, Tsukishima Kei. Based on what she observed, Kei was silent but once he got talking, his tongue was sharp and was sarcastic to boot.

Just when she was about to rethink sharing her umbrella with him (What? she's easily intimidated – the guy looked like he was about to punch someone – anyone)Kei glanced sideways, feeling a presence, and their gaze locked. Kei's scowl disappeared only to be replaced with a guarded one. A few more seconds of staring at one another and the blond's rose an eyebrow, inquiring… or demanding, rather, the reason why she was staring at him. While waiting for her answer, Kei took the time to assess her.

She looked familiar, he thought. Her light blue eyes contrasted her dark blue hair that had uneven ends barely reached her shoulders. She was shorter – well, mostly everyone was shorter that him, but with her height, it seemed that he was a whole foot taller than her with him standing a 6'3″ last time he had checked.

"Uhm… Would you like to share the umbrella with me?" Her soft voice broke his thoughts and only then did he notice the purple umbrella she was clutching on nervously.

Should he accept her offer though? He barely knew the girl standing before him after all. However, given his other set of option, Kei knew that tagging along with her was the best and probably the most fastest way to get out of school and into the comfort of his own home. His brows furrowed intensely in thought, still unable to decide.

Kei sighed, glancing at the girl who was patiently waiting for his answer, her eyes watching him with curiosity. "Yeah," He murmured in defeat. This may be a bit of a blow to the ego but it was far, far better than having his ego damaged by his teammates.

A grin made its way to the blue-haired girl's lips, opening the umbrella and positioning it above her as she slowly walked into the rain before ushering Kei to take refuge beside her. Giving a small nod, Kei fixed his gym bag to rest on his shoulders and followed her instructions.

"Pardon me," He mumbled in a somewhat polite yet begrudging undertone as he entered the comfort of the umbrella.

"O-oh no…" Kei shot the girl a glance only to see her trying her very best to stand on her toes in order to keep the umbrella over him. Her determined look made him snort, which thankfully got by unnoticed by her. Once Kei saw that she had at the very least stabilized her hold, he began walking, a small, sadistic smirk plastered on his face knowing the girl would try her very best to keep up with his long strides while making sure he won't get wet.

And he was right, he has yet to feel a single droplet.

He only stopped walking when they had reached an intersection and he was letting a car pass by; Kei took this opportunity to look at his 'savior' and what he saw was beyond what he had expected.

The sight of the girl made his eyes wide – her face was flushed from effort, her hair was messier compared to what she looked like earlier, and the thing that made Kei astonished the most was how she was half-drenched. The only thing that wasn't wet was him and her school bag.

Suddenly, Kei's chest felt heavy. Was it guilty? Psh, why would he feel guilty for someone who he just met today?

"Tch."

Carefully, pulled the umbrella away gently from her hands. His stoic eyes met an astonished and curious one. "It's okay, Tsukishima-san." She spoke, trying to get the umbrella back.

Both her action and the sound of his surname made his brows knit as he snagged the umbrella this time with force. "You know my name?" His tone was cold, demanding even yet the girl didn't seem to mind. His bitterness was met with a small snicker – this ticked him off – what was so funny? If the umbrella wasn't hers then he would of took off already.

"What are you, a stal-"

"We're in the same class, silly." Her voice was laced with amusement, another snicker leaving her lips.

Oh. So that's why she looked so familiar.

"Tch."

He could feel his face heat up from slight embarrassment, looking away from her. Kei then began to walk again without a word – he just honestly wanted this to get over with. He could hear footsteps from behind him, indicating that she was indeed still following him.

Kei was grateful she didn't poke fun on the subject of him not recognizing her; he was more grateful that she also did not made a big deal out of it – some people would – hell, he knew these kind of people.

Moments passed with their silence undisrupted and he thanked heavens above that this girl wasn't as annoying as most. She didn't tried to make petty conversation – he liked that. She was tolerable, he decided.

"O-oh no, Tsukishima!"

Suddenly, his whole body felt cold. He was now more aware of the breeze kissing his skin… was it always this cold? No.

"Tsukishima-san! Are okay?!" Her voice has once again pulled him back to reality. Kei blinked once… twice…

He was drenched.

He was absolutely and positively drenched.

A car had apparently sped beside them while he was spacing out, ran through a puddle near the side walk and splashed them by accident. And he though the day couldn't get worse, too,

"You need to change, you're going to get sick!"

"I'm fine," He answered coolly despite the annoyed look on his face. "Let's go." Kei was about to begin walking again but was stopped by a hand, a cold hand at that, tugging on his arm. The blond was about to glare at his companion, who he noticed was just as drenched as him, wearing a determined look on her face.

What is her problem? He thought. It was wasn't like they were friend with each other. Yet, somehow, he found it hard to say no to those eyes. "And just how do you suggest wechange?"

"My house's nearby."

Kei did a quick scan of their surroundings, his was a couple of blocks more. With a defeated sigh, he turned back to her. "Fine. Lead the way." He mumbled.

This doesn't mean anything, he said to himself, it meant nothing in fact. Tsukishima Kei was just not fond of wearing wet clothes.

The girl went to the opposite direction of where they were heading, making him frown. Did they pass her house?

"We just did."

… Apparently he wondered aloud.

"Why?" It was a vague question but he was sure she'll get it.

"So you could go home dry… Not that it matters, apparently since we got drenched either way."

The blue-haired girl took a left turn, a few more steps, before halting in front of one of the houses lined up. Whilst she was opening the gate, Kei sneak a peek on the house's name plate – Murakami it read. The girl seemed to have noticed him reading it because when he looked at her, he was greeted with a smile.

"Yukio Murakami." She said before ushering him in. "Mom and Dad won't be back until midnight or tomorrow morning," Yukio explained whilst removing her shoes, him doing the same. "And my older brother won't be home until much later so we're pretty much alone here."

Once her shoes and socks were off, she slipped in to pink house slippers. "Oh, you can use my brother's." She informed him before rushing inside. Kei slipped on the blue ones, he assumed that was her brothers, before taking a step inside and placing his gym bag on the floor to the side and then the umbrella. "Pardon for the interruption." He murmured to no one out of habit.

He blinked, looking around – nothing special about it, he concluded. Just the usual two-story house much similar to his.

He saw Yukio carrying clothes and a towel in her arms as she was rushing down the stairs. "There's a guest restroom there. These are my pajamas – well, my brother's old shirt to be exact, I think it'll fit you. There's his shorts there, too" She gestured to the hallway to his left before handing him the clothes he was supposed to wear. "Take your time!" A grin formed on her face while Kei rolled his eyes. "Yeah" was all he answered, going to where she directed him.

Exiting the bathroom after a quick shower, Kei heard shuffling from the kitchen. Assuming that was Yukio, he marked that as his next destination. While walking to it, he did not fail to notice the fan on in the empty living room; the fan was directed to the coffee table where Yukio's uniform rests. Shrugging, he decide to place his drenched clothes beside it to dry, too, before continuing to where he heard the shuffling.

Once he reached his destination, Kei couldn't help but blink at what he saw. There was his classmate, positioning a chair under the open cupboard of their kitchen in order to get god knows what. Watching her, Kei strode quietly behind her whilst she began to climb, taking note of the shirt she wore that read 'Aoba Johsai'.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked as he placed his towel around his neck, his gaze not leaving her and a brow raised.

"Tsukishima!" She squeaked, almost losing her balance as she desperately grabbed the edge of the cupboard's shelf for balance. Kei couldn't help but smirk, noticing Yukio dropped honorifics if she was in shock. "O-oh," She gathered herself. "I was just going to grab some su…gar…" The words died in her mouth as she watched Kei easily grabbed the container of sugar from the most highest shelf in ease.

"Totally not fair."

He smirked. "What was it even doing in a place you can't reach in the first place?"

"Brother," She huffed, snagging the container away from his hands as she hopped off the seat she was standing on. "Go watch some TV, I'll make tea for the both of us." She instructed. Deciding there was no harm to it, Kei went to the living room as instructed, grabbed the remote, sat on the couch and started to just flick through the channels.

"Hey, Tsukishima-san?" Kei glanced at her direction, seeing her exit the exit the kitchen with a tray that consisted of two cups of tea and a plate of biscuits.

"Hm?"

"I just remembered…" He turned back to the TV. "We have homework, don't we?"

Click. The channels changed.

Silence. She continued, taking it as a sign that he was listening.

"Can you help me? I'm not good at Literature and my brother won't help me."

Click

"No."

Click

"What?" She whined.

Click

"Why not?"

"Because I don't feel like doing it right now." Click.

"Pleasseee?" Click

"No." Click.

… Click … Click … Click …

"Argh. Fine!" She huffed, stomping in front of him and placing the tray angrily on the free space of the coffee table, grabbed her cup, and plopped down beside him. God, Kei didn't even had to look to know she was pouting. He can feel her sulking.

Still, he ignored her. He took the tea that she offered, sipped, and instantly felt the warmth spread throughout his body, making him sigh in relief. And while he was at it, he might as well get comfortable and help himself with the crackers, too.

After a while, he heard a small 'thud' beside him, only to find out that Yukio had fallen asleep curled up in the corner of the couch. The thud was her cup falling from her hands, the rug on the floor cushioning it's fall.

"Time to go, I guess." Kei stood and turned the TV off before picking up the cup from the floor and placed it back to the tray. He then began to collect his clothes that was now only slightly damp. Silently, he decided to just give back the clothes he was wearing some other time and went to where he placed his bag, shoving his clothes inside – he then proceeded to pull a notebook and a pencil out, opening it in a specific page and scribbling something inside it before going back to the couch and placing the notebook on the coffee table. In reality, he was actually done with the homework since lunch at school, which is why he refused to do it with her… that and he really did not feel doing anything.

Slipping his shoes on, he grabbed both his bag and Yukio's umbrella and proceeded to leave, locking the door for extra measure as he left.

A few hours later, Yukio was woken up by someone nudging her, making her groan. "Yuki, go sleep on your bed, damn it." Another groan. "Also, did you bring someone home?"

Now this made her eyes open, just in time to witness her brother picking something up from the table and tossing it to her. "Think they left it here."

"Thanks Ryu.." She picked up the object from her lap and scanned through the notebook – she was a hundred percent sure that she and Tsukishima did not do the homework so why?

She stopped on a page, seeing the kanji of her surname. Murakami, here's the answer to the Literature homework – educate yourself. Also, erase this note before you give it back."

A silly smile worked its way up her lips before rushing to stand. "Night Ryu!" She called to her brother, who she assumed was in the kitchen, while running upstairs to her room to do the homework.

The next day, she was again awakened by her brother, who she heard was pounding at the door.

Groggily, Yukio stood up. showered and dressed before heading downstairs, the smell of bacon greeting her. Guess that means her parents were back because Ryu never cooked on a school day. Something about taking too much time, she reckoned.

"Morning sweetie," Her mom voice sung happily as she entered the kitchen and sat down. Immediately, a plate of bacon and eggs were placed before her. "Morning Mom," She greeted back, "Morning Dad," All she got was a grunt that sounded like "Mornin'" from her dad that was adjacent to her, reading the newspaper. Not minding the nonchalant reply, she began to eat.

In the middle of her meal, her brother announced he was leaving – she could also hear him complaining about how it was raining or something like that before hearing the door close, however, this was quickly followed by the door opening again. "Ryu must have left something." Her mother assumed, tsking.

"Mom, Dad… There's a guy outside. And he's looking for Yukio, should I beat him up?"

Yukio's eyes widened, choking on her bacon from her brother's announcement. "Oh my!" Her mother gasped, "Does our little snowflake finally have a boyfriend?!" She squealed. Even her dad put down the newspaper and stared at her in disbelief. This made her wolf down her food, stand up and rushed to get her bag upstairs to leave. While she was running down, she heard her mom gasp once more, "Yuki, why didn't you tell me you had such a cute boyfriend."

"Yukio, you better have some explanation."

"I'm going to get my old baseball bat."

"He's not my boyfriend!" She yelled, squeezing past her family who was all by the door looking at whoever it was – hell she didn't even know who was there but she was damn sure it wasn't a boyfriend.

Once she was out, she locked gazed with Tsukishima Kei staring with an expression that looks… constipated? He was standing outside their gate, holding a black umbrella up to protect his self from the rain.

"I'm leaving!" She announced, running out and grabbing Kei's arm so he'd ran with her. After a block or two of running, she let go of him, wheezing.

"Christ, Murakami, don't run if you're going to look like your dying afterwards." Kei snickered, holding his umbrella above them.

"Why.." Pant, "Why did you pick me up?"

"I didn't." He deadpanned. "I was going to drop this off." Kei showed the folded umbrella of hers, "I didn't say you should come – plus, it's just turned 5 – what are you even going to do in school?"

Yukio's eyes widened, "What!? Then why did you turn up my house so early!" She huffed, reaching for her umbrella.

"Morning practice." He easily maneuvered the umbrella away to where her height won't reach, smirking as she began to jump, this, of course, only made him to hold it away higher.

"Tsukishima – san." She whined, pouting. This made Kei snort as he ignored her and began to walk towards school. "Come on, short stack. I'm going to be late."

"But my umbrella!" The statement made the blond roll his eyes. "How dense are you. We're already sharing an umbrella, aren't we?"

"Oh… but why?"

"Because I hate being in debt." He answered easily. "But you already gave me your homework, wasn't that payment?" She inquired, tilting her head. Kei glanced at her before smirking.

"Then you're the one in debt now."