AN: Haikyuu! fanfic. This is my first real story as the other Haikyuu! fanfic is more of a letter column. Here's my own series of drabbles and one-shots for our entertainment. Note that if you haven't read the manga there might be some spoilers.

Have you ever wondered what the kids do outside of the club? Of course, being a sports anime, they don't highlight stories that have nothing to do with practice or the team. But I will. Because these are scenarios outside of the club there will be many OC's.

Disclaimer: He doesn't own Haikyuu!

Milk

Ugh, he thought to himself. No one wanted to help me today either. He shook his head. No, I should have been more persistent and asked for more help. I have to stand my ground!

Tatsumi Fujiwara cursed himself for being such a pushover. Now he was stuck doing the daily chores himself with no one to help carry the paperwork or clean the board. He now lugged a tall stack of papers to another room for the teacher to find.

I have to hurry, he thought, or I'll be late. He increased his pace slightly. His pace went from a steady one-and-a-two-and-a to a one-and-two-and beat. This messed him up, causing him to almost drop the stack, and he eventually had to go back to the one-and-a-two-and-a beat. He sighed as he walked towards class 1-1. His arms started to cramp up. He couldn't wait to release the heavy load onto the teacher's desk.

"Excuse me," he said after spending a solid 45 seconds sliding the door open. "This is for the teacher."

The students looked towards Fujiwara. "Um," a girl said, "I don't think those were for class one."

"What?" Fujiwara sighed, his arms trembling. "You can't be serious."

"You should just take it back to your classroom," a boy suggested.

"Do you need help?" another boy asked. "Your arms are trembling."

Fujiwara looked down to see a boy with orange hair sticking up like a flame's tongues.

Chisai, Fujiwara immediately thought; his face deadpanned. This kid's so short!

"Thank you," Fujiwara said, accepting the boy's proposal. Fujiwara set the stack on a nearby desk and the boy took the top half whilst Fujiwara took the lower half. The two set off on the journey to class 2-3. The two were silent a quarter of the way there until the smaller boy broke the silence.

"Why," the boy asked, "didn't you have anyone helping you?"

"Why..." Fujiwara didn't say it like a question. "Whenever I ask for help everyone's busy. So I do it myself."

"What's your name?" the smaller boy asked.

"Tatsumi Fujiwara," Fujiwara answered. "Why?"

"My name," the smaller boy said, "is Shoyou Hinata."

"Hinata," Fujiwara asked, "you're from the volleyball club?"

"I'm short, right?"

Fujiwara only looked at the boy as they maintained a steady one-and-two-and beat.

"I'm short, and everyone else is taller than me. A lot of them are also more intimidating," Hinata explained. "Hey, Fujiwara."

"Hm?" Fujiwara responded.

"Are you afraid?" Hinata asked, looking straight at Fujiwara. "Are you scared of what will happen if you stand up?"

Fujiwara gulped. Fujiwara's pace stumbled, then recovered. Hinata did not look too menacing, but somehow he was able to startle Fujiwara's thoughts. "Afraid?" Fujiwara never wanted to admit it, really- his fears. Well, of course he was afraid. It's not easy to admit to everyone that you need help. It's not easy to admit that you need help to yourself. I was not really that simple. Afraid was too plain, yet the stranger had hit him dead on. "Yeah, I am," Fujiwara answered. "I don't know how to say 'I need help.' I only know how to say 'can someone help me'."

Hinata smiled; his menacing demeanor withdrew. "It's easy after the first time you say it."

"How about you?" Fujiwara asked. "Were you afraid?"

"Yeah, lots of times. But after I beat them the first time it wasn't so bad."

Fujiwara checked his watch. It was almost time for the next class. He quickened the pace slightly. "Playing against tall opponents is pretty difficult for shorter people, huh?"

"Kind of," Hinata answered. "It's not too hard when everyone else is helping out." Hinata looked up to Fujiwara. He examined his height. "You're pretty tall."

"I'm only a bit taller than average. I play basketball, you know." Fujiwara smiled, happy to share something with Hinata. "But I'm not a regular... yet. My senpai are a lot better than me. And I'm also kind of short myself when compared to my teammates."

Hinata stared at Fujiwara. How many people in his school were that tall?

"But I think you haven't been drinking your milk, that's why you're so short," Fujiwara teased.

"Hey!" Hinata yelled.

*Chisai means small. I wanted to leave it that way for maximum effect. (for me, anyway.)

So how was it? Sorry if Hinata was a bit OOC. He probably seems that why because I introduced him this way.

Who would you like to see next time?

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