Ukai isn't known to be much of a flirt. But, he's highly recognized in this town by sporty-people. His mom won't stop bugging him about marriage, again. For the millionth time that year, maybe it's the–ah hell he normally writes it down. For shits and giggles. But, he doesn't. At least not this time, he does write it down to toy with his mom to make her shut up, he knows from his grandfather's words that one time–that listening to women despite how much you disagree with them. It showcases humility.

He lets a little growl out of frustration after taking a smoke, outside the Karasuno Café. "For the last time mom! I'm not going on a date with your friend's cousin's daughter!" He hangs up, the Ukai's name is pretty renown. He's not expected at the farm or the storehouse or the store. He's got volleyball brat's futures to shape and mold. He's pretty busy this Spring and Summer and the entire year. Marriage is the last thing from his mind.

He does like women, and damn does he need a coffee. He's on his early morning jog. He's only had a protein shake, and some fried eggs this morning. It's not really a filling breakfast. It's annoying, and he's hoping to stop and get something to eat at this place he's heard people raging about.

"Wake the whole town wouldja?" A less-than happy young woman with a frown, plastered across her face that doesn't look enthusiastic to be there.

The consumer industry is a rough business.

Though Keishin can't help but notice; she's a natural blonde. Not something you see every day in Karasuno. Maybe some like Tsukishima; but standing in front of a natural blonde makes him feel bashful. "What are you staring at gramps?" He grins. "You gonna order something, er, what?"

"I'll have the blonde roast with a shot of vanilla."

She flips him off. "Creep." Well, so much for first impressions. "Also, cut it with the hair-dye old man, the stuff kills your roots. You also have crows feet linin'. There's moisturizer for that, yanno." Well, you learn something new every day. He leans against the countertops, puts a tip in the jar, a plentiful tip. "Ha- you're tipping that much?!"

"The consumer industry is an unflattering place to work, for most people's intelligence," he mutters, tapping his foot. She looks at him as if it were an insult. "You in school?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm in school! It's easy shit!" He grins.

"But I'm studying online. I don't got time to go all the way to the city twenty-four-seven and leave my parents with my little brother."

She shuffles around in the back, diligent enough to multi-task, so it seems. Hope she gets his order right. "Sorry, your parents are giving you a hard time with that. They should be the ones looking after your brother, not you." She shrugs then hands him a–this wasn't a blonde roast. "Tch." Though she leans against the counter. "Keep the change."

"Oh, I will. Would you like a Dagashi with that? I think I might have some in my purse if you behave and don't spoil your dinner," and Keishin laughs. He actually howls. She can't help but laugh back. "Oh, my god I'm never saying that again. Have the next cup free if you hear something that dumb. My grandma used to say stuff like that."

"Sounds like you had a nice grandma. I hardly got to spend time with mine. Also, vanilla soy milk. Catty."

She blushes, and he leaves a couple of more Yen coins in the jar. It amounted to… Fuck, to 1,560 Yen in tips.

Who the fuck leaves that at a shitty café in a sleepy town like Karasuno?

The guy he seems familiar. Like–he's a family name around here. He's definitely not your average country boy, or maybe he is. Because she takes the wad of yen coins and bills and gets a package of cigarettes, she had caught him smoking outside. This was enough packets of the good kind.

Saeko decides she's gonna save it in her savings jar for something she could spend it on her friends while in Tokyo. Or maybe to treat Ryuu out to ramen. Like a wonderful sister should. Because god, what the fuck is happening to her, and why did she say that? About her grandma, who died when she was six, of all things. She's thinking like a teenage girl. Someone honks their horn at her–the light is green. "Alright already!" Home sweet home.

At last, she sees Ryuu cooking. "Oh, I hope you like Omurice for dinner!" She laughs, her brother looking at her like she's grown three-heads.

"That sounds great. Thanks Ototo."

Normally she'd be drunk as shit by now if she weren't at work, moping about how easy University life is. But she eats dinner and hears about how their coach made them do laps around the gym. She actually listens to Ryuu, and she's happy to. Because damn it her parents should be here! She should do better. She takes one of the few cigarettes and lights it outside – not smoking in her room instead. There isn't a rule against smoking inside the café for some shitheads who think 'tis funny.

Tokyoites who think its funny, anyway. But it's a rare sight to see someone, to not smoke and smell like shit about it. She goes to Tokyo plenty and drinks at the bars there. So when Alisia asks if Sakae wants to go to a Karaoke Bar. Sakae says she doesn't want to, not this week. She's still got her eyes set on the mystery man who comes back the next day. The guy now is definitely a familiar face – that smile. Then, that gaze away from her face.

She thinks 'look at me damn it'! Though he looks at her, he only looks away and turns the other cheek, to when he thinks about something. Like he's romanticizing about something he's really passionate about. He's done that twice. "Hey that an Ukai? They're loaded!" Her manager says. She's a little older than Sakae herself, then she sees on a slip of paper Ukai's number. 'Call me–? We can go Dutch. With all that tip money, after all. I'd say we're even.' He even did a little dumb doodle of a Chibi cat.

"That bastard!" She crumples it up, and her manager says who wouldn't want to marry into the Ukais. "Marriage – he's been coming here for what? Ten days now?"

"He's come here in the past. You just weren't working here then. His mom used to frequent this shop before she started going to one of her friends from Tokyo who opened a café of her own. They're pretty competitive with businesses, and being entrepreneurs around her." Like Sakae gives a shit about the guy's money. Rumors stem from all over, not just gossip in Tokyo, but they were going Dutch. Saeko has done speed dating before. She's seen some nasty sides to guys. Even if she may be young.

"Fuckin' hell. Ukai men huh."

"Huh oh nee-san, you're home early?"

"My manager was pissing me off. A guy gave me his number. Not that I don't want to go out with him. But there are rumors all over town about that the Ukais they have money; "The fuck I care about the guy's money? He comes in for ten-days in a row." She's already in the kitchen making dinner. "He's listens when I talk to him. I just say stuff–like. I dunno, I told him when he asked if I was a student. To which I replied to fuck yes, I was. But I couldn't go to Tokyo because I had–" she pauses. "Shit."

"It's okay if you wanna vent nee-san, at least you're not drinking as much. This guy sounds really nice. You accepted his number?" Ryuu was growing up to be a good kid.

No, a good man. "If you ever have feelings for someone, make them clear and don't let them linger, okay? I told them I had my little brother to take care of and he said – your parents should be the ones taking care of that shit, not you. He said nothing about siblings being a pain but,"

Crap, she was crying. Ryuu wraps his arms around her. "He sounds really nice. If he hurts you, I'll rip him apart with my bare hands."

"Holy fuck Ryuu. Shit. I'll call em' back."

"Well, don't leave him hanging too–he gave you his number! At least let him know if you want to go out!" He smiles and her baby brother will graduate in a, year or two. She's not sure if she's ready to see him leave. "It's nice the guy has money, but we don't need that. I just want you to be happy even if I don't say it every day. Because I know you say it in your own way, but I know you're strong because you look after me, okay? Don't worry, just try to if you don't like him, don't talk to him again."

"Jeez, thanks little bro, these onions are really making me cry. I hope you like Shogayaki with burnt onions."

Ryuu laughed. "Eh… The onions aren't going to burn, are they!?"

"If you don't shut up, they won't!"

"Jesus!"

Maybe she was on her period, that might be it. But she made a pretty decent meal of Miso Soup and Shogayaki and tea. She had been cutting back on drinking, which maybe explains the mood swings. "Being a girl sucks. Be happy you were born a boy, Ryuu. Though never take advantage of that, understand?"

He smiles. "Of course I won't. There–is a girl I like." He says with a blush. "But a friend of mine likes her, too."

"Oh fuck. That sucks. Though make sure you tell this girl alright? If your friend's really your friend, he'll stay your friend, even if you do like her. Okay?"

"Thanks for the advice, Nee-san. It really helped."

Ryuu seems better. She hopes he's able to confess to the girl he likes. She wonders who it is because this is the first she's heard about it. Wonder what kind of girl Ryuu likes. Saeko hopes–really hopes the girl isn't like herself. "She's not like me, is she?"

"Hell no." They both laughed and Ryuu went to bed. Saeko then changes courses an Automotive Technology Degree later that week, as she had always wanted to work in auto-maintenance. Working in her own motorcycle tool shop place, fixing up busted cars and motorcycles was her genuine passion.

The degree is a nice thing to add to her wall, though.

Beta Appreciated! Feedback Appreciated, also Dagashi is like Wagashi (Japanese Sweets) but nostalgic Japanese sweets. Think of like how Americans view Ring Pops or something as if they're nostalgic. If you're a part of that crowd. I mean I was apart of the 'ring-pop craze generation'. If anyone knows what I'm talking about.