"Whoa… looks like the Phantom Photographer is at it again, huh?"

Early on a spring morning, several students gathered near the Fukurōdani Academy gymnasium, all looking up at a nice size poster of the captain and vice captain of the baseball team. Several of the students pointed to some of the figures in the background, chuckling.

"Look, you can see Shuu in the background! Looks like he is picking his nose!" One of the male student jests, causing a small laughing fit from his friends.

"Hey, if you step back, you can se-" Just as another male student was about to point out an additional detail in the photo he accidently bumped into someone. "Hey, watch it."

The boy turned just in time to catch the female student he thumps into continues to walk away, adjusting her bag that was draped around her shoulder. She remains undisturbed, like the incident never even happened, in fact she didn't even make a sound when she was bumped. The male students started to whisper, feeling uncomfortable as they watched the girl leave.

"Hey, she is kind of weird, huh?" One male whispered.

"I've seen her around, she is a 3rd year… she doesn't talk to anyone, I don't think anyone has even heard her voice…"

The other hissed and laughed quietly. "Seriously?"

"I bet she never had a boyfriend before either, I bet she doesn't even have a friend."

"Maybe you should go talk to her, she might be 'easy'."

"No way, man! You go talk to her!"

"Look, she has a bit of her hair dyed… I bet she think she's so cool like that." The boy started to huddle more and snicker but they stopped when they noticed the girl stopped her retreat to stare at them.

Her expression didn't really say anything but her grey-blue eyes seemed to wish the boys would shut up and mind their own business. The harsh glare actually made the group leave in a hurry, however they were still laughing and yelling out either weirdo or some other mean insult to her. She turned around and went back to where the boys stood and stared up at the photo graph.

The girl started to pet her dyed hair bit, green with a meld of purple at the tips. She twirled it around her fingers continuing to stare up at the picture, a small smile forming her lips. She reached out and touched the photo. Her fingers traced the detailed lining of the baseball players that were the main subject.

The captain was high fiving his vice captain after the former made a homerun in their last game that got them to the playoffs. It was a nice shot. The lighting made it possible to see the muscles the boys had on their arms. Even the uniform helped defined their leg muscles that made the girl shake in giddy. Her fingers than covered over a signature from the photographer who has taken the amazing detailed photo. It was a simple cursive font and all it said was…

"Phantom Photographer."

The girl scoffed, the only reason that silly named stuck was because the student kept wondering where these promotional posters where coming from and soon it became a school mystery.

In the end, Hiyori Miyoshi came to the conclusion that the student body apparently didn't have sight, because if they look a little closer she was the one behind all the photos and posters. However, she didn't care, in fact she was happy they didn't know it was because who wanted that kind of attention? She of course didn't, too much of a hassle, she would be hounded down to take pictures of everyone and anything. Hiyori didn't have many friends either because of the same reasons back when she was in middle school her than friends hounded her to snap photos of them while leaving her out but at the time she knew that was the price of being a photographer. But when there was a chance to have her picture taken as well, they would always push her to be the photographer. So after she came to Fukurōdani Academy for high school she decided to keep her little photography hobby a secret.

Hiyori looked to the side when she heard several female students giggling and pointing towards the dark haired girl, making her flee from the scene, face red with her lips making a thin line as she pouted. Hiyori wanted to have friends but no one would even give her a chance and when they do it's usually to borrow money.

"Nice kill!"

Hiyori jumped from a loud shout coming from one of the three main gymnasiums at her school. She could hear shoes shuffling, boy shouting and leather sports balls smacking the floor or walls. Hiyori cautiously walked over to the opened doors to take a peak. It seemed like the volleyball team was hard at practice for the up coming tournament as usual.

Hiyori quickly took out her camera and started to snap some pictures of the players near the net. She turned her camera to the side for a vertical shot. A boy with messy black hair, bored grey-green eyes with slightly thick eyebrows bend his back slightly in a set motion. Hiyori quickly took the shot of Keiji Akaashi, his expression was flawless, beads of sweat bounced away from his face as he made his set toss towards…

"Good toss, Akaashi!" A gruff voice sounded off with a bit of laughter mixed in.

Hiyori felt her cheeks flushing as she quickly moved her camera from Akaashi to… Kotaro Bokuto. The captain of the best volleyball team in the Kantō Region and in the top five best players in the nation. His wild hair style made her eyes gleam with envy, she loved how he is able to style his hair into that of a Great Horned Owl, even his multicolored hair help make his hair style complete. Hiyori felt her hand reach towards her own dyed hair part before snapping a few shots of Bokuto making a few impressive spikes. Hiyori of course wouldn't admit to anyone about her little crush on the Owl Boy, she would keep that little secret to her grave.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Bokuto shouted out as he jabs both fists in the air hissing in excitement, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Alright boys, pack it up! School is about to start!" The head coach clapped his hands as he passed a clip board to one of the two managers of the team, Yukie Shirofuku. While the second manager, Kaori Suzumeda, a first year was helping picking up the equipment.

Hiyori stood up from her crouched position, she watched the team clean up for a spell as she started to safely stashed her camera equipment away. The photo of Akaashi and Yamato Sarukui came to Hiyori's mind, thinking it would be a good picture for the year book.

"Oya oya?"

Hiyori squeaked when she heard a gruff voice coming from her right by the exist door, her gray-blue eyes snapped to golden round orbs. Kotaro Bokuto stared down at Hiyori with a grin on his face. He leaned on the door frame with his arm propped over his head.

"Come to watch the amazing ace at practice?" Bokuto gloats as he continues to smile big towards Hiyori.

Hiyori's eyes started to shake violently as she couldn't tear her eyes away from Bokuto's, every pour on her body seemed to shoot out bullets of sweat at a rapid pace and the fast pace of her heart wasn't helping either! Hiyori was sure that the spiky hair teen could hear her heart about to burst. Still not saying a word, Hiyori quickly bowed and ran off, causing Bokuto to stare after her in wonder.

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Bokuto stood there by the exist confused as he watched the dark hair girl run off without so much as a 'how'd you do.' But some reason he couldn't help a grin form on his lips, she seemed a little interesting enough, and he felt like he has seen her before but he couldn't quite place on where.

"Bokuto! Hurry up and help with clean up!" Somehow Akaashi's calm voice broke Bokuto out of his little trance but he was still slow moving as he made his way over to Akaashi. "What is it? You're being way more distracted than you usually are…"

"There was a girl by the entrance and I thought I have seen her before but I don't know where…" Bokuto put his hand to his head like doing that would help him remember but still nothing came to mind. "Ahhh, this is gonna bug me all day, I know it…"

Before Akaashi could put him his suggestion, Yukie's voice rang out in the gym, staring mostly at Bokuto and Akaashi, "If ya'll don't hurry, you will be tardy for homeroom and that means twenty laps around the gym." Yukie smiling triumphantly as that little threat got the boys rushed off to shower and clean up the rest of the equipment, completely forgetting about the girl that was there moments ago.

~!~

"That surprised me…"

Hiyori whispered to herself as she trudged along in the hallways, she clutched her camera bag to her chest, trying desperately to calm down her racing heart, she didn't dare to look up or risk showing the whole student body her flushed cheeks. When Hiyori made her way down the hallway that lead her to her homeroom, she started hearing some girls by the windows talking about her, some giggling. Hiyori's once flushed face turned pale as she quickly went into her classroom.

Once the door closed behind the female teen she made a beeline towards her desk. Hiyori sat down slowly sighing deeply, a tinge of pink on her cheeks as she stared at the desk surface. But the sound of a bag creaking in her arms snapped her out of her depressed state. Hiyori gasped as she took out her camera to inspect it. When there didn't appear to be any kind of crack or overall damage she sighed in relief.

"What a morning…" She smiled gently as she began to look through the LCD display at the pictures she recently took.

It wasn't just the volleyball practice but it also looked like she took pictures on her way to school. There were some that were trees starting to bud from their winter long sleep, while others were creatures from birds to stray alley cats. Hiyori couldn't help but giggle at a photograph of a spider that held up both it's front legs towards her while it was making its web.

Soon the photos transitioned to students hard at practice, it wasn't just the volleyball team but also the baseball, soccer and basketball. She was able to get a good amount from each, however volleyball was her favorite. Sure the other have their merit but some reason, volleyball captivated her more.

It seemed to her that the other sports relied on individual strength but with volleyball it seemed like the players rely on each other as a team than just themselves. But with that being said, it didn't stop Hiyori to enjoy the pictures she took from other teams. There was a photo of a baseball player that really stood out and she was able to capture a nice dunk from the team's ace.

Suddenly the bell rang loud and clear, students started to pour into their rooms and straight to their desks, Hiyori was quick to put her camera away from anyone could see it. Thankfully it was because they were all too busy talking to each other to notice the photography equipment. Hiyori watched the door secretly waiting and watching… watching and waiting until…

"See you at lunch Akaashi!"

A gruff voice rang in the hallway that could only belong to Bokuto. The volleyball ace walked in with a smirk on his face but he was stopped by Yamato Sarukui, the two chatted away, more than likely about volleyball. But Hiyori didn't pay attention to their conversation she could only think about how close Bokuto was during his practice just moments ago.

Hiyori had a crush on the multicolored hair boy just before high school. Hiyori remembered like it was almost yesterday, she was standing in front of a board with test results from the entrance exams she was able to find hers easily, she was ecstatic that she was able to make it into her number one chose of a school. But that emotion would disappear when she noticed a much younger Bokuto standing next to her. He looked dejected, his tight fists shaking at the side. Hiyori also remembered she was shaking; she was still a shy little kitten back than as well but somehow she was able to find her voice.

"Are… are you okay?" She whispered out she almost didn't hear herself she was quite but Bokuto snapped his attention to her, his hair back than wasn't as multicolored or spiky but short and dark with the start of him changing it to what it looked today. His round golden eyes had a few unshed tears.

"I didn't make it…" He sniffled.

Hiyori frowned deeply as she felt sorry for him but suddenly she looked back up at the board. "You know… th..there are a… a lot of numbers… m…maybe you overlooked it…" Hiyori quickly said while fighting through her stutter. "What's your number?"

Bokuto looked a little shocked as he looked back to the board. "0920KB."

"Okay… um…" Hiyori looked around, the numbers were all in chronological order, your birthdate and than your first and last name initials. Hiyori made a gasp as she saw right near the end was the number he told her. "Y… you made it."

"What?! Really?!" Bokuto looked so excited when Hiyori pointed out his number, he was able to see it instantly. He jumped high in the air, higher than anything Hiyori has ever seen when he landed he quickly hugged her tightly. "Thank you!"

It was than that Hiyori knew she developed a crush on the goofball. However there little meeting seemed to not leave a lasting impression but it also didn't help when they were in separate classes either. Of course Hiyori tired a few times to talk to him but her timidity would always get in the way at the last second. Them bumping into each other that morning was their first interaction since the testing results. So, for three years Hiyori would keep tabs on how Bokuto was doing.

Hiyori gave a hard look at the black board. 'God… I felt like a stalker for a second.' She thought to herself as she placed her hand over her forehead. Hiyori sighed as she flipped through her calendar booklet. There were a few practice games during the week that she was planning on attending to take some pictures.

"Oya, oya, oya."

Hiyori jumped slightly when a shadow cast over her calendar, she snapped her gray blue eyes to golden ones, her mouth open wide. "Uh… uh…"

"You certainly like to go to sporting events." Bokuto peered down at the little notebook but it was snapped shut, Hiyori blushing slightly. "Oh, sorry about that." He snickers as he continues to stand near her, staring down at her.

'Why… why now?!' Hiyori screamed in her mind, the blush only deepening.

Bokuto makes a wide smile before taking a seat in front of her, Hiyori watched him quickly spin around in his chair to straddle it to stare at her. Bokuto rests his elbow on her desk, with his chin in his hand and just stares at her. Hiyori gulp, she didn't know what to do, why was he staring at her like that? The dark hair shifted her gaze around, trying to avoid eye contact but all she felt was the burning gaze from the teen, she finally looked at him, his tilted his head to the side, his chin still in hand.

"So, what is your name anyways?" Bokuto asked with a boyish smile still plastered on his face.

Hiyori started to stutter quietly, fidgeting in her seat, just as she started to form words she was interrupted by the teacher walking in. Everyone stood up to greet and bow before sitting back down. As Bokuto started to sit, he curved his head back just as the teacher turned to face the blackboard, and ever so slightly and whispered.

"Don't worry, we can chat during break." Bokuto smiles gently, leaving Hiyori to feel her blush returning as Bokuto finished taking his seat.

So for the next few hours, Hiyori could barely concentrate on her note taking as the realization that her crush was starting to take notice after so many years. Hiyori felt happy but scared as well, she never really talked to anyone during the three years she was in high school which left her a little social deprived. But possibly, this was her chance to get a backbone! With that thought in mind she was able to finish the rest of the morning classes without a hitch.

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"Alright, forty-five-minute lunch break." The teacher said as they left the room.

Bokuto stretched as he felt his stomach started to turn in hunger, good thing he was able to get an amazing lunch box from his mother that morning. Thankfully he was able to control his hunger but more than likely he will devour his lunch tomorrow before practice again. He turned around just as he saw the girl he met that morning taking out a notebook with a lot of details about something but he didn't really pay attention as he once again straddled his chair, facing her. Bokuto placed his lunch box on her desk, looking ready to eat.

"So again, what is your name?" Bokuto smiles gently as he lifted up the top of his box.

Bokuto noticed that the girl again was adamant about giving up her name but that didn't stop him from being equally stubborn to hear it out, not really realizing she was having a shyness attack. However, just as it appeared she was about to give her name a male classmate appeared next to the two of them, he had a nasty grin on his face that Bokuto didn't like.

"Don't bother, Bokuto!" The boy smirked down at the girl, which made the volleyball captain notice the girl is feeling very uncomfortable as she stared hard at her desk, avoid any eye contact. "Little Mouse doesn't talk to anyone."

Bokuto stared back up at his male classmate. His gaze shifts from the boy at his side to his buddies in the background. They were snickering. Clearly the boy was trying to show off to his friends and it got a few of the girls to giggle as well. Others kept quite not bothering to get involved. Bokuto's gaze went back to the girl when she quickly got to her feet and left the room in a hurry; not looking at anyone as she carried her belongings with her. After the door closes, the room was filled with laughter but Bokuto wasn't laughing as his eyes remained on the door.

"See what I mean? She's such a stuck up, she would glare at anyone who looks her funny, or she…" The boy's voice started to drown out when Bokuto shifted his eyes to the girl's desk; a few tear drops were visible to the golden eye boy. "Besides, who dyes their hair like…"

"Maybe…" Bokuto interrupted as he got up from his seat causing the boy to step back making their size difference evident. "…the reason she is quiet is because you guys don't give her a chance to say anything." Bokuto's eyes narrowed, giving his eyes a sharp and dangerous look; like a predator standing guard over it's kill. Everyone in the classroom zipped their lips and turned back to what they were doing originally. Bokuto turned his attention back to where the girl escaped before following after her with his belongings.

As Bokuto left the classroom he had to catch himself when his foot slipped ever so slightly. After straightening himself the teen look down at his feet, he peered down closer to see he stepped on a glossy, thin piece of paper. A photograph? When he picked it up it was indeed a snapshot. Bokuto took a closer look, his eyes sparkling as he exclaimed loudly, making some students around him to jump in fright.

It was a picture of Akaashi, giving a toss to Akinori Konoha. The high angle and focus of the shot really made the two players stand out above the rest on the court, even Bokuto didn't notice he himself was in the photo until he took another look. Bokuto turned it over on it's back and saw a small signature.

"Huh… Phantom Photographer..."

Bokuto smirked as he looked down both ways of the hallway, trying to see if he could spot his female classmate but when he couldn't make out the mysterious girl from the crowds roaming in the corridors he looked back at the photo, admiring the work.

"If this is hers… She's good…"

And with that Bokuto began his search for the possible talented photographer.

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So, begins the wonderful world of my Haikyu! Fanfic! Ever sense I started to watch Haikyu! I didn't really think about writing a Fanfic, nothing really was popping out inspiration wise, HOWEVER! After the introduction of Kotaro Bokuto I got smacked in the face with a story! There are several ways I may take this so I hope you guys like what are you reading so far :3

So everyone, meet Hiyori Miyoshi! I hope y'all like her as much as you like Clara Inari in my "That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles" a Kuroko's Basketball fic.

Please let me know what you think! And I will see ya'll in the next chapter! Bye bye! :3