Chapter 1: The Arrival

Author's Note: Apparently, summer is the writing season for me… Here I am, attempting to tackle a Haikyuu story even though I recently started the anime… Let's see how this turns out… Typical OC story, except that since the Haikyuu archive is seriously lacking stories (less than 400… and most of which aren't even in English…) I'll just enjoy toying with the cast…

Since I have zero experience with OCs, I'll try my best not to make him one of those "Perfection Given Form" types of OCs.

Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu, because if I did, Tsukishima would get much, MUCH more screen time… Just saying…

Special thanks to HalcyonNight for not only inspiring this story, but also for their tips and beta-ing work!

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Luck is not something that can be earned.

Each person is born with a certain amount of luck that lasts till the day they die, and this is the inevitable truth. Some have almost none, and suffer misfortunes on a daily basis; ranging from mere falls on the streets to getting chased by a pack of wolves in the middle of nowhere. Others, however, have extreme luck that allows them to excel in almost every imaginable field. What they lack in skill and talent is easily and ultimately made up for by their supreme luck.

Lester just so happens to be one of the supremely lucky ones, calling himself 'The World's Luckster'. Ever since he can remember, he has had nothing but strokes of good luck, be it at something measly as mysteriously getting 2 cans of soda from a vending machine, to getting picked at random out of thousands of other students to be part of a foreign exchange program.

So there he was, listening to 'Henai no Rondo' while riding the train bound for Miyagi, where he would start attending his new school, Karasuno High. Deciding it was better to refresh his Japanese rather than waste time enjoying the scenery, he lazily pulled out his dictionary and began revising. He ran his hand through his rather messy strawberry-blond hair and sighed.

'We will now be making a brief stop at the Miyagi Prefecture. Please make sure to take all of your belongings with you.'

He was so lost in thought that he almost missed his stop, so grabbing his duffel bag from above him he left the train and headed towards the stations exit. As he stood in line, he could see that people were eyeing him. Who could blame them? He stood out beyond comprehension. Not only was he taller than nearly half of the other passengers, his strawberry-blond hair was unique seeing as how he dyed a couple of strands electric blue. His face was the only thing that didn't stand out, having typical blue eyes and a small nose. His white shirt, coupled with his monochromatic pants and red sneakers, made him look like a panda with blond hair.

He took out the note that had his host's address, a man by the name of Ishiyama Daisuke.

It made him wonder why a single man in his early 20s would even volunteer for the program, but Lester thought the guy most likely wanted to see what's it like to have a teenager live with you in preparations for when the guy decides to have kids. Well either way, the guy sounded nice enough when Lester spoke with him to confirm his arrival date.

After about an hour of walking aimlessly, he finally reached the Ishiyama residence. It was a modest 2 story building with a midsized lawn. He went into his habit of imagining scenarios of how his meeting with the man would turn out, coming with at least 500 ways how the conversation would progress. Before he could continue, he was startled when the door suddenly opened and he was greeted by who he assumed was Ishiyama.

The guy looked completely different from what Jack had pictured him to be. Ishiyama stood slightly shorter than Lester did and had chocolate brown hair with an unusual spiky hairdo. But what really caught his attention was his face… Ishiyama had the eyes of someone ready to attack if somebody so much as looked at him wrong. He had one of those delinquent faces that make most people wanna run in terror, and Lester had to admit, he was starting to get intimidated. The guy seemed to have been napping for quite some time, as he stood there with rubbing his eyes and kept on yawning.

Snapped from his thoughts, Lester greeted the man: "Good Afternoon, are you Ishiyama-san? My name is Le- wait no that's Wilson Lester here…"

Nodding, Ishiyama had a thinking look on his face, trying to figure out why some foreigner would be standing at his front door…

"I am the foreign exchange student you agreed to host for a year…" Lester said, hoping he wouldn't have to explain about the program.

Suddenly, realization seemed to hit him, as he started laughing and said: "Oh yeah I do remember agreeing to something like that… Why didn't you just say so from the beginning?" and he started going inside, leaving Lester dumbstruck. Then when he realized Lester was still outside, he turned and said: "Well are you coming in or what?"

"Oh right! Sorry…"

Lester proceeded to take off his shoes per Japanese tradition and began analyzing the interior of the house. It was just as moderate as it looked on the outside. The ground floor consisted mainly of a kitchen, a living room, and a bathroom, while the top floor had a master bedroom and 2 rooms he assumed were guest rooms. All in all, it was a cozy home suited for just about anyone.

Ishiyama told him that he could have his pick with one of the guest rooms as they were both identically furnished. Both had a small closet on one side, facing the comfy looking bed on the other, and standing right under the window was a medium sized desk with a built in book case. He picked the room with the view of the front lawn, for no particular reason.

Lester proceeded to organize his unusually small amount of stuff he brought from home. He figured that if he ever needed anything extra, he could always buy it. After all, the program provides him with a monthly allowance for personal use, while his host is tasked with taking full responsibility of his expenses.

"So, what do you think?" said a voice from behind him, causing him to turn around, only to find Ishiyama leaning on the doorframe with a smirk on his face.

Lester smiled momentarily and said with both gratitude and a small hint of guilt: "It's lovely! I hope it didn't cost you very much to prepare both rooms…"

Of course, Ishiyama burst out laughing like a maniac and said: "Nah don't worry kiddo, the rooms were already furnished when I got this house, so it's no big deal."

Having discarded his temporary guilt, Lester grinned and then… silence…

He could feel some slight awkwardness building in the room, so he tried to break the ice by asking a somewhat harmless, but curious question: "So umm… what made you decide to volunteer for the program, Ishiyama-san? I don't think it's something you'd do just for the heck of it…"

"Ok first off, I'm only 22 so can you not call me by my last name? My father is Ishiyama-san; my name is Daisuke, so call me that along with your choice of honorific. After all, you're stuck with me for the next year aren't you? And to answer your question, I kinda got tired of living on my own, so I saw it as a chance to get a roommate "he said, with his smirk back on.

Lester gave him his best poker face and said: "Have you tried getting roommates who are closer to your age? I think having a teenager live with you doesn't count, Daisuke-san."

Daisuke snorted, as if offended and pointed to his face like it was some abomination. "Have you seen what my face looks like? I tried a shitload of times to get one, but they end up running away the second they see me, and for no good reason too. I figured if I volunteered, whoever got picked would have to live here." He said, ending it with a sheepish grin.

Sighing, Lester shook his head and said: "Whatever floats your boat I suppose…"

Daisuke then said: "Anyways, I agreed to be host, but I'm not your father, so you're free to do what you wish. Just don't get yourself in trouble; I don't want to have to bust your ass outta jail or something. If you're planning to go out, there's an extra key hanging in the kitchen." and with that, Daisuke retreated back to his room, leaving a pensive Lester behind.

'I should at least figure out where my new school is…"

With that thought in mind, Lester proceeded to leave the house and try to look for Karasuno High. He took some time to familiarize himself with this town, seeing as he was going to spend the next year here. Nothing really wowed him in all honesty; the place looked just like those neighborhoods in anime, with narrow streets and lots of greenery. Still, he supposed that normalcy was the town's charm.

All he could think of was what was waiting for him at his new school. Will he be able to fit in? Would he be able to pass his classes even if they were in a different language? What kind of school would it turn out to be? You know, typical 'New Student Thoughts' and whatnot.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice he bumped into what he first thought was a telephone pole, the impact shaking him up and bringing him back to reality. He took a look at what he had bumped into and was slightly shocked when he saw that it wasn't a telephone pole, but rather an incredibly tall guy. Lester used to think he was unusually tall with his 182 cm height, but this guy was even taller. He had short blond hair and had a somewhat irritated look on his face.

"Sorry! I didn't see you there!" said Lester while bowing apologetically.

"Tch! Watch where you're going, or are you so blind you can't see what's in front of you?' the guy almost spat the words as he angrily and purposely bumped into Lester with his shoulder and walked away.

Lester seriously considered throwing something at the obnoxious giant and yell at him, but he knew that he wouldn't stand a chance against him if a fight were to break, so he decided to swallow his pride and attribute the guy's actions to the fact that it was probably that time of the month and that he had no control over his emotions… or so he comforts himself…

After having finally found the school, and almost getting rammed by some hyperactive carrot haired kid, he decided to stop by a local convince store and buy some of his favorite drugs: Strawberry Ice Cream and a pack of watermelon gummy bears. The first thing the clerk told him as soon as he entered was "Don't cause a ruckus!" while reading something Lester couldn't really comprehend. After finding what he needed, he went to the clerk to pay for what he got, earning him a questioning look about his snacks of choice.

Lester handed him the money, while shyly whispering "Don't judge me…" and then exited the store. He took a peak at his phone and saw that it took him quite a while to find the school, with his clock reading '19:54'

'Crap! That took longer than expected…'

He thought while munching on his snack as he attempted to remember the way home. The fact that he his sense of direction was worse than a baby's didn't help one bit, and his luck was useless when it came to his flaws. It's times like these that Lester questions the reliability of said luck.

An hour and half later, and after asking for directions about 7 times, he finally found the Ishiyama residence. He let out a sigh of relief, and proceeded inside the house. Daisuke seemed to have left the house, and it was later confirmed when Lester found a note in the kitchen that said:

'Gonna be out for a while. Don't wait for me if you're gonna have dinner.

-Ishiyama Daisuke'

For a split second, Lester was about to start an internal debate over where Daisuke could have gone to, but luckily he managed to restrain himself just in time. He knew that once he gets deep in thought, he could stay like that for hours, and he would be completely unaware of his surroundings. So he went and took a long a bath and decided to hit the hay. After all school started tomorrow and he didn't want to be late for his first day.

With that in mind, Lester Wilson went into his first slumber in Japan.

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Author's Note: Et Voila!

I don't know how this turned out, but I'm hoping it's not disasterrific…

Well then, until next time!