Hello! Here's my third OC, Hinata Ren. I'm publishing this early because I have no self control and wanted to give you all this. Just in case someone asks, there will be no smut in any of my stories. Because 1. I'm uncomfortable writing smut about underage characters 2. I have no idea how to write smut in the first place and 3. I don't want to fetishize LGBT relationships and just want to write about characters falling in love without including smut. Anyway, away with that rant and please enjoy!

So, I died. That happened. How did that happen? Because this bitch cannot keep their mouth shut, because I got stabbed to death by some… transphobe I guess. Not sure how people who hate non-binary people are called. Maybe just homophobes. Who knows, certainly not me.

Anyway! I got stabbed and died. I wouldn't have gotten stabbed if I just kept my mouth shut, but I've never been known to have very good self-preservation skills.

Point being, I died.

That was supposed to be it, afterlife or not.

I was not supposed to be reincarnated after some God of death fucked up with my soul.

Instead, I found myself reborn.

Hinata Ren, that had become my new name.

Gotta admit that I liked it, as later research revealed that it was even a unisex name, perfect for me.

My new parents also weren't all that bad, both a mom and a dad, no siblings in sight and they seemed to adore me.

I wondered if that would last if I came out to them, then decided to push that thought to the furthest corner of my mind for one simple reason. My previous parents hadn't reacted well. Saying the typical things; "Don't be stupid, you're a lady."

"Oh honey, you're just confused." "It's just a phase."

And when they realised it wasn't a phase… "Get out of my house."

So yeah, not the greatest reaction I could have gotten but it is what it is and I moved on.

Then again, I was merely an infant at the time. So I had more pressing matters on my hand.

Namely the whole 'oh my God what the fuck is happening' and 'wait shit do I have to do puberty again?'

What was a pleasant surprise however, was the fact that the new body I got did not have a uterus. No more periods for me, thank the fucking lord.

It took my parents having another child for me to figure out where the hell I had ended up.

Fucking Haikyuu.

When I reached the tender age of two, where potty training, walking and talking become the norm, I realised that my mother was pregnant.

Meaning that I would become an big sibling. Which would be nice, as I had ended up being the youngest before.

Now I'm the oldest. Fantastic.

It was only when my little brother was introduced to me that I realised just who the hell I had become.

Hinata Shoyo.

Yeah, that made things click pretty quickly.

It immediately made me think about all of the Naruto reincarnation fics I had read, and enjoyed because I'm weak. Fortunately for me though, I managed to end up in a peaceful universe where the most intense thing would be volleyball matches.

Never played volleyball before, hadn't been interested in sports at all to be honest but… the temptation of all the attractive people in this world was too strong.

I'd start playing sport if only so that I could see some thighs. Am I thirsty? Hell yes. Do I care? Eh, kinda? I mean, it's not like I'm all that good with people and I'm definitely no good with flirting so… it's a hope for the best kind of situation.

At any rate, I had become the older sibling of one Hinata Shoyo, the biggest cinnamon roll in the history of anime and I will fight anyone who says otherwise.

Let's skip a few years shall we? Because, let's face it, nobody wants to read about me trying to figure out how to piss with a new body part or see me struggle with this new language because it has three fucking alphabets.

We'll pick the story back up during my first year of high school, at Karasuno obviously, where I joined the men's volleyball team.

But before that, I feel like we need a bit of mandatory explanation of just how hot I have become. Which… honestly wasn't that much. Though knowing how attractive everyone in this world is… I'd rate myself at a solid 7. With the same hair and eye color as my siblings I already stood out a fair bit. I also let my hair grow out, because long hair provides so many options for hairstyles which is always great. There was just one thing that I did not like about my appearance. I had also gotten the curse of shortness and, during my first year of high school, I stood at a tiny 166.4 cm tall. Taller than Shoyo but… I'd like to get at least another four or five cm please.

Back to Karasuno!

Let me just say this now: these people are fucking depressed.

I'm really not kidding, the third years looked like they had given up on life and the single second year seemed dangerously close to the same edge the third years had fallen into.

It wouldn't do for the mini-future third years to fall into the same pit of despair.

Though I had to admit that the temptation to join them in their sadness was big, what can I say, the feeling's infectious.

Anything to distract myself from that though so I guess it's introduction time!

"Heya~" I cheerily waved at the mini-trio, "I'm Hinata Ren, I played as ace in my junior high team. Nice to meet ya'll."

I saw some light re enter their eyes as they started to introduce themselves.

Asahi first spoke up, a shy smile on his face. "Ah, me too! I'm Azumane Asahi by the way."

My smile widened and focused my gaze on the other two.

"I'm Sugawara Koushi, I play as setter." Suga happily introduced himself like the angel he is, though I could see the demon hidden underneath.

Daichi raised a hand in greeting and smiled at us. "Sawamura Daichi, pleasure. I played as a normal wing spiker."

I hummed. "Let's make this the start to a fun high school time, what do you say?"

"Sounds good!" Suga chirped.

And that was how I met the original trio. The legends and backbones of the eventual legendary Karasuno team. I also got the pleasure of meeting with the legendary beauty that is Shimizu Kiyoko. Who is a very, very pretty lady.

One that I already know I would give my life to.

Other than that though… not much happened during my first year.

Well, nothing happened during school hours. At home, now that was a different story.

What happened? Well…

"Ren?" My father, who shall remain mysteriously unnamed because I'm a cunt, walked into my room one particular evening. "Can you come downstairs with me for a bit? Your mother and I want to talk to you."

The dreaded sentence made me instantly think of all the things I could have done that would warrant a private chat with the parental units. Nothing came to mind, other than my… sexuality situation.

...I'd rather talk about how I convinced Natsu that pigeons and cats are the same animal at different ages.

Alas, I am but a child subject to my parents' will so…

"Sure, I'll be down in a minute."

I should probably start preparing for my death, as the 'we want to talk to you' sentence is a starting sentence towards doom. Come on! I had only just entered this world, I didn't want to leave it so soon!

Nevertheless I made my way downstairs, where my parents were waiting for me at the kitchen table.

Yep, definitely going to die.

Hopefully they wouldn't throw me out of the house, as that was probably the worst case scenario. Then again, this could be about something completely different. Though the chances of that were slim.

I took a seat at the table, sitting in that weird legs under the ass way, and silently waited for my parents to begin this interrogation.

"Ren," My mother began, "I want you to know that we still love you very much, but we have a few questions."

Oh dear, oh no. I really don't like the sound of that…

My father took the conversation over. "We looked at your computer's search history," Ah, so that's what tipped them off. Should've erased it like I usually do. "and we found that you've been looking at skirts?"

Yeah… I had hoped I'd be able to buy a few skirts online without my parents noticing, because the feeling of air between your legs just feels plain good. That plan had backfired.

"Yeah, I have been." I muttered, avoiding looking my parents in the eye.

My father sighed. "Why were you looking at skirts Ren?"

I leaned backwards and started fiddling with my thumbs. "Because… Because I wanted to get a few…"

"Why?"

I had to commend my parents for staying calm, or perhaps they were just hiding their anger extremely well.

Now then, how the hell do I explain my gender to my parents?

"Well," I started slowly, still avoiding eye contact, "I don't really feel like a boy, but I also don't think I'm a girl. I'm… something in between, I guess."

My parents didn't react, but I could see the gears turning in their heads.

"It's- It's got a name. Non-binary, as a bit of an umbrella term. I, uh, mostly feel genderfluid, which uh- which means that I kind of switch? Sometimes I feel like a- like a man I guess, other times I feel more like a girl? If that- If that makes sense."

The entire non-binary thing is complicated, mostly figuring out where you fall in the entire gender spectre can be rather complicated. But genderfluid felt the best for me. Some people say that I shouldn't use non-binary as something to identify myself by but it has helped people understand it better. I'll continue to use it as a bit of an umbrella term, but I mostly identify as genderfluid.

"Okay." My mother was the first to speak up again. "I think I understand, on some days you feel like a boy, and on others you feel like a girl. Is that it?"

"Basically. On uh, on some days I don't feel like either. That- that's a thing too."

My mother nodded slowly. "That… is not what we expected to hear."

Yeah, I figured that much.

Fingers crossed and they don't throw me out of the house.

"Ren," my father spoke softly, "we meant what we said at the start, we still love you. I can't say I fully understand what you mean, but if you want to wear skirts I won't stop you."

Oh. Oh. That… is not what I expected. Were they… accepting? They were seriously okay with it?

I admit, I teared up a little. "You're… actually okay with it? Really?"

"Of course honey, we're your parents. It's our job to love you unconditionally, while I don't understand gender identity as well as sexuality I can still support you."

Okay, yeah, I broke down into tears. I've had close friends leave me behind when they realised that I didn't fit into their version of 'normal' and my previous parents straight up disowned me. Hearing my new parents, who were already better people by a long shot, be so accepting of me felt like a massive weight being lifted from my shoulders.

They might not understand my identity completely but they wanted to support me. I was living the ideal life for someone like me.

...Might as well tell them about my sexuality as well.

"There's- There's something else." I got through my sobs. "I uh, I am also pansexual."

My mother lit up like a kid on Christmas eve. "That's perfectly alright Ren, your father is bisexual himself."

Wait, really? That would probably explain why they were so accepting.

I wiped away my tears and gave my parents a teary smile. "Thank you."

My voice broke a bit but that was okay.

Because I had finally found a home that accepted me.

But like I said earlier, nothing much happened during my first year of high school.

My family, siblings included, adjusted fairly well to my identity and sexuality and now referred to me as a they/them. Which were the pronouns I much preferred. I hadn't come out to my team though and I didn't see that happening for a long time.

Meaning until my third year because Shoyo has no filter and would not think twice about using my preferred pronouns in front of the team.

That's okay though, I'll be ready for when that time comes.

Right, first year of high school was boring. Onward to year two!

Where I got to have the pleasure of meeting an even shorter than canon Nishinoya.

"Hey… you're short too."

Those were the first words Nishinoya ever said to me. I suppose there is unity among short volleyball players.

Even if I had grown a few more centimeters. With me now reaching 169, nice, cm.

Anyway!

I nodded at him. "That I am, are you joining the club?"

The brightest smile appeared on Nishinoya's face. "Hell yeah I am! I'm Nishinoya Yuu, libero extraordinair!"

"Nice to meet you Nishinoya, I'm Hinata Ren. Wing spiker, let's have a fun year as we try to defeat these damn giants around us."

The two of us nodded in solidarity and a beautiful friendship was born.

We were then promptly yelled at by Daichi for blocking the entrance to the gym but details…

Between the new first years joining the team and the sheer receiving army comprised of Daichi, Asahi and myself Karasuno had ended up becoming a lot stronger than it had been in the last few years.

But, you know. Canon. That thing. It still very much exists. And it's also a bitch. So uh, yeah, we lost to Dateko.

Which is, not ideal. Like, at all.

While my team was busy moping about our loss, I went ahead and went outside for some fresh air.

Do you know who I saw there?

Iwaizumi Hajime stood not five feet from me, sulking about something.

If I had to guess what about, it either be Oikawa or losing.

...It might be both.

"Hey, uh, are you okay?" On another day I probably would've left him alone but considering that Iwaizumi was punching a fucking tree…

Yeah I don't want him to ruin his hands, they add to his sexiness.

Clearly he had not expected anyone to be around him because Iwaizumi nearly launched himself into space upon hearing my voice.

He spun around and faced me. "Fine!"

Someone's cranky. "Dude chill, your hand's bleeding."

That made Iwaizumi look at his hand which, sure enough, was bleeding at the knuckles.

"It's typically not a good idea to split your knuckles by punching a tree." That's about as dry as I can get, but I did seriously worry about Iwaizumi's mental health.

A blush of shame spread over Iwaizumi's cheeks.

"I didn't realise…" He whispered, using his non-bleeding hand to cover the bleeding one.

I sighed. "Let's get that cleaned up, pretty sure there's a medkit somewhere near the entrance."

"Who even are you?"

A reasonable question.

"I'm Hinata Ren, pleasure. You?"

"Iwaizumi Hajime."

The two of us walked back inside where I pretty much snatched a medkit from the wall and took a seat, motioning for Iwaizumi to do the same.

I started by disinfecting the wounds. "Why were you even punching a tree?"

Iwaizumi blushed, whether it was from embarrassment of being caught punching a tree or having a stranger treat his injuries I don't know. "My… friend was being stupid after we lost. I guess I just lost my temper."

"A fight?"

"Not exactly… he just started blaming himself for the loss."

I hummed, that certainly sounded like Oikawa. "Who'd you lose against? I'm not judging, my team is out of the competition too."

Iwaizumi seemed to assess me for a few seconds, still beet-red, before answering. "Shiratorizawa."

That made me whistle, despite already having expected that answer. "Shiratorizawa's an insanely good team. Your friend really shouldn't be beating himself up over it, there's not much a single person can do to defeat them. You never fight alone after all."

I finished bandaging Iwaizumi's knuckles. "There, done. Don't go punching more trees now, okay? I'm sure there are better ways to diffuse your anger. Worst comes to worst, you can always punch your friend."

That made Iwaizumi chuckle. "He'd certainly deserve it."

I laughed with him. "I should probably get back to the bus, the others will probably want to go home."

"What team are you even on?"

"Karasuno, you're Seijo right?"

Iwaizumi nodded. "I think I owe you for this."

I frowned. "It's what anyone would've done."

"Still, I don't like owing someone." Suddenly Iwaizumi's blush, which never left because this situation is embarrassing, become even more prominent. "So uh, give me your number."

I don't mind a man to be demanding from time to-

Control your thirst dammit!

"Sure."

I will never reject the number from handsome fellas, unless they shady. But Iwaizumi isn't shady.

So while Asahi left the volleyball club when we got back to school and Nishinoya got suspended, I couldn't find it in me to be too upset because I had the number of the most handsome ace in the Haikyuu universe.

I'm fairly certain that makes me a bad person.