Chapter Summary

In which you're introduced to the main character in the worst way possible and resign yourself to suspending your disbelief so much that you might as well be in outer space.


It is considered highly rude to ignore people when they wave at you.

She doesn't particularly care. They can waste their energy lifting their arms, they could wonder who raised her when she didn't waste her energy back. She wasn't there for them, they weren't the reason she bothered to put one foot in front of the other. She was walking to the bus, not to them.

It is considered highly rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversations.

However, she supposes it's socially acceptable when the said people are practically announcing it to the world. Even if they weren't, she doesn't particularly care. The only way a conversation could be private is when no other people are around or they managed to communicate telepathically. Since the conversation was about a family feud, she wished telepathy was a thing.

It is considered highly rude to not add an honorific to a person's name.

She doesn't particularly care, even though the person in front of her seemed to. Saying a person's name was a waste of energy in itself, adding the right "title" was just exhausting to do all the time. She lazily continued to talk to them then left the classroom, ignoring the scandalized looks of her classmates. They didn't need to be so overdramatic, at least she bothered to say his name at all.

It is considered highly rude to stare.

She doesn't care, the guy didn't even realize someone was looking at him. And it's hypocritical to stare at a person when they're staring. It only sparks an unwanted competition until everyone stares at other people and no one except the guy originally being stared at was actually listening to the teacher, which was was happened. The confused homeroom teacher managed to get everyone's attention back but hers. Hinata Shōyō only realized someone was looking at him through his classmates, after the class, but by then she was long gone.

It is considered highly rude to start a story in the middle, but she doesn't particularly care.

(It's not like she's in some stupid fanfiction or anything.)


He knows her from somewhere, of that much he is certain.

She looks a little different from what he subconsciously remembers, but the feeling of safety always resurfaces when he looks at her. Safely and...comfort?

Which is odd, because she's the loner. The outcast. The one with the bad reputation. There were rumors floating around saying she was arrested at one point, which wouldn't be so far-fetched if you'd met her in person. She's the type who's as mean as she looks.

Don't get him wrong, he knows that looks aren't everything. Looking at Asahi, you'd think that he killed at least one person, but that guy was the nicest person he'd ever met. But he'd not only heard what other people were saying, he'd also seen what she was like.

Not adding honorifics, completely ignoring other people, being way too blunt—to be honest, rude didn't even begin to describe her.

So why did he feel…?

Sawamura Daichi always trusted his instincts because they were always right.

So when he learned the girl he'd been staring at during homeroom's name was "Akabane Nozomi", he startled his friend by jumping up and loudly exclaiming "I knew it!"


"But she's a first-year!" he protested. His friend shot him another pleading look but he ignored him in favor of childishly kicking a rock. It was slightly out-of-character for him, but he was having a bad day even before Daichi started acting weird.

"It doesn't matter if she's a first-year or not." Daichi hiked his bag up a little higher. "What matters is how good she is."

"How are you so sure she's good? You haven't even met her." Just stared at her like a creep for half an hour, he mentally added.

Daichi sighed tiredly. "I just...I met her before, ok?"

He eyed the other somewhat suspiciously. "You did?"

"Yeah, she was the one who taught me how to play volleyball."

"I thought that was a long time ago."

"Not really. I was around...ten?"

"You were taught by a seven-year-old?"

"I said I was around that age."

"That doesn't make it any better."

Daichi sighed again, this time exasperatedly. "Look, the point is, I know her, and she's good, ok?"

"Well...hey. How do you even remember her anyway?"

"I remember her name," Daichi shrugged.

"What if it's just a coincidence?" he pressed.

Daichi looked ahead and stopped. "One way to find out, I guess."

He realized the girl he and his friend were following (at a distance, of course) had reached what he presumed was her house. They watched as she unlocked the door with her key.

"We're neighbors?" Daichi whispered in shock.

"Maybe...she just moved in?" he supplied weakly.

They hesitated before walking up her porch. He rang the doorbell then awkwardly waited. His friend fidgeted when, a few minutes in, no one had answered the door. He tried ringing the doorbell a couple more times.

"Maybe we should go," Daichi relented, a full seven minutes later.

Just as they turned around, the door slammed open. "What," a flat voice said.

Sugawara Koushi couldn't answer, because you know what? Screw this.

She does look like Coach Red.


He never actually wanted to be in this dumb team in the first place. So what if you "finally" managed to drag someone else into this dump?

Yay, another person to boss him around.

Beside his more optimistic friend and his more optimistic friends, Tsukishima Kei (Kei, not Hotaru you imbecile-) wanted to buy a better pair of headphones. The box said "noise-cancelling", his ears said "noise-channeling". He sighed yet again, a bit louder this time, but apparently all of the people around him had noise-cancelling ears or something, because no one reacted.

The idiots kept talking until Captain MoronTM and his friend came in and unnecessarily announced their presence. He then ordered them to stand in a line, which Kei (stop getting my name wrong can't you read-) wasn't too happy about but did anyway, because he was a jerk, not a rebellious emo.

"Alright team, listen up," Daichi the "Captain Moron" said. You lined us up of course we have to listen to you, what else do you expect us to be doing- "Because of the school's rules, I will no longer be your acting coach. Suga and I have recruited the person who will be taking my place. Please take care of her."

Baldy and Shorty, The IdiotsTM, began to grin uncontrollably and stared expectantly at the gym doors. It seemed they got excited when Captain MoronTM mentioned a female. Tadashi nudged Kei (Kei. Kei. Kei.) "Who do you think it'll be, Tsukki?"

"I don't care."

Unfortunately, even if he didn't, he was facing the doors and (obviously, he wasn't blind) saw who came in.

Unlike the other idiots, however, he didn't stupidly trip over nothing and fall over when Akabane Nozomi came in.


A/N: Welcome to the Haikyuu angst-filled fanfiction that no one asked for but I made anyway. The first chapter introduces more questions than characters, but I promise that it will get better. Please stay tuned, and feel free to share with me your opinion in the comments.

(I'll need it.)