AN: I hope you enjoy this cute lil' Kagehina au!

They were in the magazines, too, of course. Their perfectly sculpted faces were almost plastered onto the media. To this day, society ponders how they function so naturally. Some are uneasy. Their skin was just like a human's, except they weren't. They couldn't be.

Heavy snow drifted down from the dark blanket of clouds. Of course. That was obviously expected in late December. It was the kind of snow that fluttered to your eyelids and onto your scarf's fabric.

A boy wearing a plaid scarf noted this as he carried a crumpled gift box down a cold street. He couldn't swing his mind around the fact that he was just rejected. Which was this? Denial? Grief?

He wanted to wait until he was home, but the lukewarm tears were already dripping down his cheeks. He peeked at the display glass of a clothing store and saw his reflection. He immediately pulled his scarf up to the bridge of his nose.

There was a somewhat large gap in between the clothing shop and a bakery that released a fresh aroma. Kageyama, whiffing the smell, immediately thought of pork buns and reached for the bakery. However, a bulky cardboard box squished into the gap caught his attention.

There was a tag stapled on.

Name: whatever you want

Gender: male

Condition: used, still works properly

i can no longer care for this android, please take it in

The handwriting seemed rushed, judging by the way the words leaned forward and the spelling errors. Kageyama reached forward to open the lid of the box, but hesitated. Did he really want this? He knew what the box would contain. He would only have another burden on his hands. Could Kageyama spare a bit of his broken heart for whatever was inside?

He opened the cardboard lid.

Bright, orange hair greeted him. That was expected for an android. A young boy, no, an android, had folded his legs, causing him to sleep in an awkward position. He had on only a large t-shirt and shorts on.

"This is so weird," Kageyama kept mumbling to himself as he tried shaking the... "thing" awake. The robot didn't respond.

Kageyama knew kids from school who owned them. He overheard conversations of them discussing their new androids. Over time, like any other toy, they seemed to be discarded and put away. It was a sign the families got bored, yet the robots were a sign of a new generation of technology.

Kageyama scooped up the box and walked the way home, his boots crunching on the soft snow.

My parents are going to freak, he thought to himself as he set the boy on the couch. Without thinking, he took off his scarf and put it on the boy's small body. It was certainly tinier than the average height.

Kageyama didn't want to take his eyes off the boy, but he retrieved a cup of water in case the robot woke. He pulled up a small chair and checked his phone. It was midnight.

It was officially Christmas.

Kageyama had trouble rolling his mind over what just happened. He confessed, got rejected by her, felt lonely, picked up a weird robot-human thing and practically lugged him back home. He felt breathless, and his watery eyes were drooping.

Just as he fell asleep on the chair, the boy suddenly sat up with a jolt. This caused Kageyama to scoot back in his chair.

The boy's head turned to the sound. His pupils seemed to dilate when he saw Kageyama.

"Where's Miron?" He asked. His voice was perky and high pitched.

"Mm... The person that owned you? He left you on the streets." Kageyama was surprised how quickly his voice fell flat. Of course, he was always the "moody kid" at school.

The boy blinked, taking in the fact. "My master? He-he abandoned me?" He stuttered.

"I'm sure it's not your fault, kid..." Kageyama mumbled, too tired to talk.

His head perked up when he saw the boy crying. " It's okay... You don't need to cry... He couldn't take care of you, right?"

The boy shook his head. "No, he did... he was one of the best masters I ever had!"

Kageyama felt a twinge in his heart. So he was abandoned multiple times. Why, though?

Enough. It was night. Kageyama knew the kid was tired. And he was tired of hearing the sad whimper escape the kid's mouth.

"Listen. Drink that water."

With a hesitant hand, the boy lifted the cup to his mouth and drank.

"What's your name?"

"Miron called me Hinata."

Kageyama went to his room, returned with a blanket, told the boy to lie down, and placed the blanket on top.

"Just go to sleep."

"But-"

Kageyama already went back to his room.