She was following him again. He just knew it; this girl had been following him for weeks. Every morning and every night, from home to high school and back again. She would hide behind trees, corners, bins, anything and everything, every time he turned around. He caught her every time and had the feeling she'd been doing it for a lot longer than he'd been aware of it.

A group of people walked behind him, cutting him off from her view. He rolled around the corner of an alleyway and waited for her. She must have paused before she started to run because she took longer to reach the alley then he had from where she'd been standing.

Kageyama's hand shot out, clamped around her bony arm and yanked her into the alley with him, slapping a hand over her mouth so she wouldn't draw attention to them. He knew how bad this looked and he didn't want the lecture from his 'father' about sullying his image.

"Stop moving." He growled his ever-present scowl spooking the girl as she tried to pull away. She didn't have the strength to fight him for long though and she soon stopped moving and hung her head. Kageyama removed his hand from her mouth and stepped back to give her some space. She was such a small creature, smaller than Nishinoya even though she looked to be about eleven.

"Why you keep following me?" He snapped. The girl shuffled away from him, keeping her back to the wall and moving deeper into the alley. Kageyama stepped toward her. "Oi, I ..Asked you a question. Are you stupid? Why you keep following me? You're a pain."

The girl flinched away and mumbled something that he couldn't hear.

"Huh?"

"I'm not stupid." She said, her voice croaky, high and dry from lack of use and dehydration. Kageyama sighed.

"That.. Does not… answer my first question." He said running a hand through his hair. The girl threw him a glance before returning her eyes to the ground and shifting on her feet anxiously.

"I-." She was cut off by a loud grumble from her stomach. Kageyama smiled at her, she wanted to run. He was so scary.

"Come with me." He said holding out his hand, that creepy demon smile splitting his face. She held her hands up to her chest protectively and took a minuet step away.

"Stop follow.. Me and starve, or come with me and.. I will give you.. food." He offered dropping his hand down to his side. She looked at him, taking in his knee length orange shorts and black t-shirt, relaxed shoulders and no smile. He didn't seem to have bad intentions and if he were going to get the police on her tail he'd have done that weeks ago.

She nodded and he turned around and stalked off down the road to his house not turning back but knowing she was following him.

He dumped his bag just inside his door, made his way over to his over flowing draws and pulled out a pair of navy blue shorts with a draw string and the smallest t-shirt he had. He looked over at her and thrust the clothes into her hands.

"Take the shower, wear these. Bathroom at the end of the hall. I'll make you food." And he stomped out of the room; she could hear him thumping down the stairs and into the kitchen. The clashing of pan against pots as he manoeuvred multiple frying pans out of the cupboard, as he slammed them down on the burners, stomped over to the fridge and eventually slammed it shut.

This kid had major anger problems she thought, wondering down the hall tot the bathroom.

Kageyama muttered under his breath as he cooked. Who put the frying pans at the very back of the corner cupboard? Who does that?! He figured it was one of the maids he was always snapping at as nobody else but him and the maids used the kitchen. His 'dad' was such a pampered, lazy, asshole he couldn't even make toast without turning it to charcoal. It was pathetic.

The girl joined him right as he was plating the food, he'd made enough for both of them because practice had been gruelling and he was starving. He for went cutlery and dug in with his hands setting a terrible example for the now clean homeless girl, he couldn't careless. Cutlery made eating take longer and he wanted to devour the rice, sausages and eggs as quickly as he could.

The girl was keeping pace with him easily, Kageyama was shocked until he remembered that they girl probably hadn't eaten for days or drank anything for that matter. Kageyama stopped eating, got up and grabbed two cups down from the shelf. He filled them with water set one down by the girl who reached for as soon as his hand let it go and chugged the other. They both finished their water at the same time and he refilled them took a sip of his and started to shovel food down his throat again.

The girl finished everything before he did and pushed her chair away from the table to get up.

"Where are you going?" Kageyama asked, his mouth half full of rice and sausage. The girl looked at the floor again and linked her hands behind her back. Kageyama snorted, choked and swallowed his food, gulping down half a glass of water to clear his throat before he spoke again.

"You are not going.. Out there again are you? You can stay here if you like."

The girl's head snapped upwards, her eyes filled with shock. Kageyama winced. The girl wasn't ugly. She was just gaunt, too skinny to be healthy, her pallor to grey.

"I can stay? For how long?" She asked warily, things like this were things to be wary of, people were not this nice to homeless people.

"However long you want. You will die if you go out there, you don't.. look like you will rob me blind, and, I.. Wouldn't mind the company."

The girl nodded and Kageyama smiled again making her flinch almost imperceptibly. She sat back down at the table with Kageyama, watched him eat and stole food off his plate when he wasn't looking, though from the suspicious glances he was throwing her he was noticing.

"I'll help you with you're English. I mean. If you want, in return for letting me stay here."

"Thanks." Kageyama replied between inhaling and egg and half a sausage. The girl giggled when he choked and thumped on his chest to dislodge whatever had gotten stuck in his throat. He ignored the other half of his sausage going missing and drank his water before he cried, tears already in his eyes.

He really did pile the food on. He looked over at the dishes he'd have to wash and cringed, maybe next time he wouldn't cook so much.

'It really was ridiculous how many homeless people there were in this city' Kageyama thought to himself as he passed the same old man he'd passed by every time he walked to school since he arrived in America. The man looked up at him and smiled with his broken yellow teeth on display.

"Thank you." He said. Kageyama stared him for a moment, shrugged and moved on. The homeless man was a weird guy and Tobio had seen him doing various odd things to get money from people as they walk by. He didn't usually talk to them though. Tobio reached into his pocket, turned back to the old man a placed twenty dollars in the old mans hands. He ran off before the man could do more than nod politely like he usually did to any strangers who gave him cash.

Kageyama wondered where all this goodwill was coming from. He'd walked past the same guy for eight months now and hadn't even spared him a glance. First he took in a small homeless girl and now he was giving away twenty dollars to an old man who thanked him for no reason. What was going on with him?

He figured it didn't matter. It didn't matter when he started to give the old man twenty dollars every time he walked past in the mornings. It didn't matter when he called the girl Auri for lack of a better name that afternoon. It didn't matter when Auri brought a friend from the streets over. He gave the kid some of his clothes and cooked for all of them, shooing the maids away when they tried to take over and it didn't matter when he found himself waking up extra early to cook for several more of Auri's friends. As long as they all had a bath and changed clothes before they sat down to eat, which he made sure they all did.

And it most certainly didn't matter when his 'farther' told him to stop helping the 'worthless scumbags of the world' Tobio would do it anyway.