Hey, so finally, I updated after being stuck at where to go with this story!

Disclaimer: I don't know about you, but I don't own Haikyuu! If I did, well, you know, with all dem ships...

It was a Monday and she knows that other people would prefer to sleep in as this day was always somehow dreaded. Those were other people. She thinks Monday is underappreciated because though the enjoyment of living is usually tied with Friday and Saturday, Monday was always there serving as your pull back to reality. You should be thankful to Mondays, for they always serve as a lesson that all good things will always come to an end.

There she was lying down on her bed that was way too large, staring at the white ceiling above her as if it was suddenly painting itself. How she wishes it would do that instead, having the white walls haunt her of just how blank life was- how blank she was. She couldn't shake off the voices in her head that always seemed to be present here and there. Lingering, but never gone. So thanks to those whispers, she spends who knows how long reevaluating her life, and can she tell you that the result was less than desired.

Because even back then, she knew how horrid life was and because she knew, the whispers weren't all that new to her, because even back then she already knew.

Even as a kid, she knew all the whispers were unusual, that all the eyes staring at her were all doing so for a reason. It wasn't because she resembled a monster or that she bore any abnormality because even at a young age, she prided herself for she was beautiful. She knew there was something wrong with those fake trying hard to be concerned lip gloss smiles and those calculating and judgmental eyes. Even as a kid, she knew that her existence was something that was frowned upon in most countries.

"I heard." One whispered from her left as she stood there admit the crowd, clutching her bunny foo-foo. "How disgraceful, I mean, she's almost the same age as their first son!"

"I feel bad for his wife, I mean taking that… that abomination in!" One more woman says with her annoying voice as she speaks with what was supposed to be an indoor voice.

She knows what she was; she wasn't all that innocent anymore. At the age she was at, and given the circumstances, she could put two and two together. She knows what she was, and she knows how much of a… disgrace they see her as. She knows that… but she just doesn't want to be- she did not need to be- reminded every single second of the day.

She clutches her pink bunny foo-foo as she tries to blink back the tears that ever so threaten to slip out from her eyelids. She knows all the trouble she's brought with her but they seem to forget that she was just a kid. Just a kid left all alone.

She just clutches her stuffed toy harder against her chest praying, praying, so hardly, that her mom was there. That she was there with her, blocking out the bashful words all the mean people are saying and whispering what they'll have for dinner or one of her silly stories instead.

Heaven knows just how much she misses her mom. Literally, Heaven should know beca-

"Monster," one of them utters with so much distaste, she had no strength to lift her head up and tell the speaker that she wasn't, that her mother always told her that she was 'a beautiful surprise from up above'.

"She's nothing but the daughter of a whore," another says and she wanted to do nothing but to correct that vile human- her mother was not a wh… well, whatever they called her mother!

"That child is his? Ha, it's more like some bitch out there just wants her five seconds of fame." She hears a woman whisper to what she presumes to be her clique and she is so insulted when the woman's groupies agree with her.

The child amidst the crowd trembles, clutching the doll in a manner that would already resemble choking. The little girl wants to snap back at them and tell them that she didn't want this; she never wanted to intrude in her so called 'father's' happy little fairy tale life. But of course, fate was a cruel thing.

She already had a taste of how cruel reality was.

And even though the ceiling above her mirrored who she was, they were also her opposite. Yes, it was blank but it was still white. It was still pure. It was still untainted. Wishing to be that was already impossible for her birth, her entire being, was already a sin that should have never been.

"Chihiro, wake up!" An annoying voice yells from the other side of the door, "We're gonna be late all thanks to you!"

She should be happy that that annoying–but begrudgingly endearing–voice only blames her for being the reason for their tardiness when he had a lot more reasons to blame her for. A lot more reasons that she should be hated for.

"I know you're heavy but drag your ass out of bed!" The annoying voice shouts while pounding on the door.

Slowly, she drags herself from her bed, while wordlessly thanking Mondays for being there. Before completely leaving her beloved bed, she picks up a pillow. The yelling of her brother wasn't getting any softer, so she opens the door and throws the pillow to his face.

"I'm up." She simply says as she walks past him before he can execute his revenge, "And I so have a nice ass and face, while you, don't."

Thankful for the few moments of silence, she hurriedly makes her way downstairs before the house is shook by his brother's louder yell of her name.

Her brother may be one of her rocks in life, and she should be thankful but somehow, the thoughts always greet her first thing in the morning.

She didn't deserve this.

"Nee-chan! Nee-chan!" Her twin monsters greet her as they see her descend from the stairs and her heart is filled with warmth that these two never fail to provide.

She goes over to them, bending down, she places a kiss on their foreheads.

"Hana," she says as she kisses her little sister who was sporting a grin. "Kuroko," she greets him as she kisses his head much to his displeasure.

The twins were the lovable pandemonium of the Akane household, and they were also the loveable mess of her life. "Sit next to me!" They both demand in unison only to end up glaring at the other.

"No, nee-chan sits with me!" Like Siamese twins they both were, really.

Another voice joins in the fray, "Chihiro, just sit in the middle to appease both them, we all know we don't need the headache this early."

Her father smiles as he takes his seat at the occupying the one in front of Hana. Though she knows that she should be thankful to the man before her for taking her in, she still cannot bring herself to accept the man that was supposed to be her father. Even after ten years of spending her days with this family, she always felt as if she doesn't belong.

"Please do, Chihiro, you know how the twins get." A gentle voice says from her right, sitting in front of Kuroko. Turning to look at the voice, she is met with her mother. Up until now, she still doesn't know how to act with her mother. After ten years, she should have been used to the woman, smiling, laughing, and coinciding with her. But every time she is looked at by those eyes of hers, she still cannot bring herself to.

This woman should hate her, a voice whispers in her head, this woman should want her out of their lives.

Not doing anything else, she takes the seat in between the twins.

"And mom, you should know how Chihiro is." The annoying voice is back once again, all heads turning to look at him as he descends the stairs. "She is always torn between the two demons."

"Hey!" "Do not call them demons!" The three of them shout at him as Hana frowns, while she and Kuroko glare. That boy is taking after her way too much, it's worrying.

"True, true," Her mother laughs as Aoi moves to take the empty seat left in between the parents. Mother and father should sit close next to each other, but she is somewhat grateful that mother isn't the one sitting directly in front of her.

"Alright, let's eat breakfast so that you guys can go and scamper off to school." Father says with an amused smile on his face at the face of his twins.

All of them say their thanks and then began to dig into their food.

The table is lively as the twins animatedly talk about their dreams while her parents and brother laugh along, with her giving a smile and a chuckle here and there.

It's not that she doesn't talk, but she can never voice out her thoughts at her house. Talking to the twins and Aoi was like second nature, but to her parents? She just… still couldn't push herself to. It never felt as if it was her place to talk.

Even at breakfast, she is reminded of how different she is from their family. Here they sat, with their black-ish, brown-ish hair, while she's blonde. Her mother's eyes were a deep brown, her father's being hazel, and Hana took after father, while Kuroko and Aoi took after their mother– but her eyes were comparable to melted silver.

Really, fate just loves with messing with her a lot.

As she walks through the school gates, she easily walks through the crowd as they all seem to avoid her. Thanks to that, she easily makes her way to her classroom and to her seat. Knowing there was a good thirty minutes before class was even going to start, she plugs in her headphones and lets music take her into another world where all was right, where nothing mattered. Putting her head on her arms she then proceeds to close her eyes and drift off.

She doesn't know how many minutes passed, but she is suddenly woken up by the smell of Salonpas, which she recalls to be the ever lingering scent of the gym.

Startled by the scent, she lazily tilts her head up, only to be met by the boy she was watching a few days ago. Only then was she aware by the whispers and stares she was receiving.

Here we go again, she thinks as she observes the gossiping girl, probably turning this bigger than it should be. The rumor mill does wonders in high school.

"You're Cherry-chan, aren't you?" The boy before her cheekily says as he casually leans against the chair in front of her desk. Where its occupant was, she could only wonder.

Looking at him questioningly she asks, "Cherry-chan?"

Instead of answering her directly, he gestures to the ends of her hair which is dyed with a shade of red. After a few moments of wondering why he chose that name, she turns to him, "Assuming that I'm this 'Cherry-chan', what can I do for you, Oikawa-san?"

She does not miss the joy in his eyes at the mention of his name.

"Your assumption is right," he says eagerly putting on a smile she has come to be irked by. "As for what you can do for me, can I talk to you somewhere private?" To top it all off, he winks at her, winks, while she can feel the envious glares of some girls settle on her.

And of course, those overly rumor hungry girls are surprised and are seen to be talking heatedly about the very words he has said. "Wording," she tells him with a clipped tone.

His eyes shine with mischief as he laughs, "You know, you're really funny, Cherry-chan."

The aforementioned girls are then pushed on further and she knows all too well that he was too calculating to not know what he was doing. She's pretty sure that he knows how much of an effect he has with girls. His effect is one of the reasons why she would be undoubtedly in another heated rumor.

"What you plan to tell me in private, you can tell me now." She challengingly says as she looks into his eyes which are as guarded as hers. On his face is a wide smile that she knows to be anything but genuine.

He laughs once more, "You made this, right, Akane Chihiro?"

Bringing out a folded piece of paper, he carefully unfolds it then places it right in front of her face. She is met with a sketch of him that she has done a few days ago when he was serving. To say the least, she is shocked because she was sure that this drawing got lost a few days back.

At the moment, she was thankful that those behind couldn't see what he was holding.

"Yes," she answers as reaches out for the paper but just as she was about to grab it, he lifts it way over his head. "And if you know my name, why not use it?!"

"Too bad!" He says as he sticks his tongue out at her, "Simple, I don't want to."

Before she can reply, Oikawa suddenly walks hurriedly out of the classroom and before she can run after him, the teacher suddenly walks in and she is forced to take her seat unless she would want to get called out.

Annoyed, she turns to look out her window, glaring in no specific direction as the whispers slowly fade to the background as her thoughts are being occupied by a certain setter who won't give her drawing back. To make it worse, the rumors that she likes him would probably circulate throughout the whole school before lunch even takes place.

Kami-sama, I think I've found someone much more annoying than Aoi, but not even endearing in the slightest bit.

True to her predictions, the rumor did spread like wildfire and now people were giving her much weirder looks and she is, once again, the subject for the pointing and the whispers. It was now much worse seeing as it was already dismissal. The wildfire did spread, and now, it was a blazing inferno of assumptions.

Walking towards the gym, the sounds of a ball hitting the floor or a person became louder and louder with every second she got closer to the gym. Normally, she wouldn't even bother but no, this was the person she had been observing for the past few days.

She knows the predator that lurks behind those smiles. She knows how cunning and sly the man could be under that flirty exterior.

It was that fact that had him entranced by the boy who she found interesting, but now she was annoyed with. Yes, his determination was for her, strangely attractive but when she is the object that he wants to figure out, she wasn't sure how to feel about that.

So in a sense, she's very cautious of the man who currently has possessed something that he should not have even seen. Why she drew him? She doesn't even know. Maybe it was in the heat of the moment when she had a notebook and a pencil with her. Maybe because he was so set on making that serve was what pushed her to draw. He captivated her, whether she liked it or not.

And it was the latter.

In front of the gym, the whistles and screams are much more evident. Through their screams, she can hear their passion, their desire to improve and to hopefully, play in an actual game. She hears it, with the squeak of rubber shoes against the floor, the sound of the ball hitting the floor, wall or person. She hears the cheers, she hears the enjoyment.

"It's just a club… why put so much effort into it?" She whispers to no one, exactly.

Standing in front of the gym, she is unsure if she should go inside and ask for Oikawa… but that would start rumors even if boys are less chatty than girls, you can never be too sure.

"Ah, Cherry-chan," She freezes slightly knowing to whom the voice behind her belonged to. "You looking for this?"

He dangles the sheet as it gently sways with the slight breeze.

"Yes, now give it back," she states as she moves closer to him.

"Ah," and the glint she knows is seen in his eyes. Even she knows that that isn't good. "But first, you'll have to do me a favor, Cherry-chan."

Hesitantly she stares back at him, "A favor? As long as it's logical."

"Are you sure?" He grins as he dangles the sketch in front of her face. "A deal is a deal. You complete the favor, you get the sketch. You quit halfway through, I keep the sketch."

His statement made shivers run down her spine, and not the good kind of shivers, mind you.

"And what assurance do I get that this favor of yours is within reason?" She questions him, her eyes staring into his accusingly.

Tilting his head to the side, he shoots her yet another grin, "I'm Oikawa Tooru, isn't that assurance enough?"

She looks at him, trying to take in the smug look on his face. She barely knew this person. Only knowing through what she heard through various rumors and whispers here and there. So far, what she knows about him is though his outward attitude displays an irritable childishness, there was always a personality underneath that is like of a Cheshire cat. The type to 'accidentally' lead you into danger, though always smiling, he was as mischievous, sly, cunning, and misleading; the one that always has a hidden agenda.

Glaring at him she says her voice above a whisper, "Coming from you, no."

He laughs, theatrically placing a hand over his chest as if an invisible dagger has just pierced him, "You wound me so, Cherry-chan."

Looking at her, he sighs knowing that his acting was going nowhere.

"Fine," He starts off, seeing the skeptical look in her eyes, "Your assurance is volleyball. If I refuse to go by with what you define as 'within reason', I'll stop playing volleyball."

And he is amused at the visible shock she displayed.

Her eyes were wide with shock that he would risk something as important as that for just a mere favor. Though she was still unsure as to whether or not to trust this man before her, she also knows that if that drawing falls into the wrong hands, they could mistake it for more than it should mean.

"Alright," Sighing, she gives in, "What favor do you need?"

Then he smiles at her, a smile that she thinks to be almost genuine.

"Cherry-chan, please be my friend."

To say that she was astounded was the least. She has never expected the person she thinks to be mischievous, sly, cunning, and misleading to ask such a favor.

How childish, she thinks trying to prevent a silly smile from breaking on her face.

Not liking how long she was processing things, Oikawa then proceeds to come closer and flick her in the forehead, satisfied when she lets out an 'ouch'.

"Cherry-chan," He says with a childish manner, "You haven't answered me yet!"

"Ah… alright then, Oikawa-san, I'll be your friend." She says decisively in the manner that makes it seem as if she had no choice.

"Oikawa-kun, call me Oikawa-kun," He corrects her ruffling her hair much to her displeasure as she tries to bat him away. "We're friends, aren't we?"

"Geez, how childish can you get?" Letting out another sigh though there was a small smile on her face, "Alright then Oikawa-kun, I'll be your friend."

That day, a strange friendship was born.

Aoi was a good brother, only missing out at picking his sister up a few times. Alright, maybe it was quite a handful of times, but it was for good reasons, really.

Seeing as he has no previous engagement of any sorts, he made his way out of his college to pick up his little sister from her school, and then they would both pick up the twins as their parents couldn't make it today.

"Aoi!" His friend hollers from across the room as he makes his way closer to him, "You free later? The guys and I were going to a goukon but we're one guy short. You interested?"

He puts on a sorry smile, "Ah, sorry but I have to pick up my sister then we'll have to pick up the twins."

"Your sister? The blonde one?" His friend asks excitedly.

"Shut up, Hiroki! You'd never even have the slightest of chances with her!" He laughs as he jokingly punches his friend at his side.

"A guy can dream, man!" Hiroki laughs as he pushes Aoi, "I mean, your sister looks really cute with the foreigner vibe going on."

When the two of them were walking together, him and Chihiro, they didn't really look like siblings actually. One would be able to mistake them for a couple. And he knows how saddened his sister is for that fact. They don't look a thing alike, the only similarity they had was their father's blood flowing in their veins.

He could only imagine how she must feel every day, being reminded that even just by their appearance, that she didn't belong even if he always tries to convince her otherwise.

As he was heading out of the gates, waving at his buddies who were trying to get lucky at a goukon, he feels a buzzing sensation in his right pocket. Taking out his phone, he checks his messages and sees one from Chihiro.

Aoi,

You're picking me up, right? We promised the twins ice cream, so no backing out.

-Chihiro

P.S. I made a friend.

He doesn't know how long his eyes linger at the word 'friend', but he does know that a smile was on his face. He was happy for his sister for making one because he knows the reputation she has at school, also elated that someone could stand his sister's sharp tongue.

He scrolls down seeing that there was more of the message.

P.P.S. It's a guy.

…He takes that back, he wasn't so sure that he was happy about this new friend after all. Suddenly, he was thankful for his parents for signing him up for different martial arts classes.

Hajime didn't know what to make of Oikawa's chipper behavior right now. Of course he was like usual, playful and giving pointers to his teammates, but there's something odd, like he just beat Ushiwaka at a match.

"Oi, Oikawa, what's got you grinning like a madman?" As if you already aren't, adding that as an afterthought.

The said person looks to him, still smiling with a sparkle in his eyes akin to that of a child who was just bought a new toy.

"Iwa-chan~, I made a new friend!" Oikawa says happily before resuming his practice.

The team's vice-captain doesn't know why, but a shiver runs down his spine. All he can think of at the moment is maybe his previous analogy of the situation may not be too far from the actual thing.

Somehow, he feels as if Oikawa hasn't gained a new friend, but rather a new toy.

Hey so, care to tell me about what you think?
Your opinion on my OC?

Flames welcomed.

So until chapter two!

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