Hey there! This is the OC story that no one asked for. The idea has been in my head for a little bit. In OC stories, Hinata is usually pretty left out, so that is originally how this started. That being said, other characters will be included. I did a little research on japanese culture, mainly school life, but I still don't really know anything. If you want to correct me on something, please do.

Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu! or any of the characters. I only own my original characters.

Momotari Hanako wouldn't call herself an overly nice person. She wasn't known for her overwhelming kindness and polite smiles. She certainly wasn't seen as the most helpful and caring girl in school. Still, it seemed like she was in a particularly generous mood that day.

Momotari was just leaving her junior high. She had just finished her track practice and, as a first year, she often left later than the rest of the older girls who made their juniors clean up. Really, Momotari never minded cleaning up, but she always felt like that was probably due to the fact that she never tried in practice. She only did the sport because her friend joined. She didn't care to put in the effort to get better, which constantly caused her to be scolded by the coach and captain. She would politely apologize, but she continued to slack off.

The sport wasn't terrible, but it was exhausting. So when she was leaving after the workout, she was tired and aggravated. Her sour mood seemed to worsen though when she heard some boy yelling loudly in the gymnasium. She peeked inside to get a look at him, maybe glare a bit, and move on quietly. What she saw however made her stop.

It wasn't anything special. It was boring really. But it wasodd. All alone in the gym was a short boy with bright orange hair. His shocking height and eccentric hair color weren't what made her stop though. It was the volleyball he had in his hand. He tossed it up in the air and caught it multiple times.

Normally, this scene wouldn't be too strange, but at Yukigaoka, it was different. Most first years and some second years have caught wind of the sole member of the boys' volleyball club. Some said he was on the girls' team, but from what Momotari could see, he definitely was not part of any team.

Suddenly the boy launched the ball into the air and yelled rather loudly in frustration. He threw his head back and threw his arms down. The ball dropped down in front of him, bouncing on the gymnasium floor. Momotari blinked curiously, and the frustration from before dissipated. She stepped back in the hallway, shook her head, and headed for the exit.

This, of course, wasn't the only time she saw the boy. She wasn't sure what compelled her to, but for the rest of the week, she went to the gym to see him. She found that most days he wasn't there. On Thursday, he was. On Friday, he wasn't. It wasn't until a week later that she learned his name.

"Kyoya-kun! Please toss for me!"

The shout scared the young boy trying to escape the volleyball player. "Ah, I really can't Hinata-kun."

"But I-"

"Sorry! Maybe some other day!" The boy, Kyoya, ran out of the gym with his bag. The other short boy watched him go, his smile dropping. He sighed and went over to the wall to perform what Momotari could only assume was his normal "practices".

Momotari peeked out from behind the door to watch him. She mouthed his name and repeated it in her head. She watched him, Hinata, for probably around five minutes before anything happened.

Hinata would keep hitting the ball to the wall and sometimes receiving it. It wasn't until he had hit it with one hand that she became interested. Momotari momentarily thought that she had seen something like that before. She was fairly certain it was a spike. The boy seemed pretty astonished too.

Afterwards, the boy tried to repeat it. He would jump up-far higher than he should have been able to, Momotari thought-and would smack the ball with such force. It stunned the girl. She was almost compelled to try it out for herself.

Eventually the boy cried out in excitement, and it once again scared the poor girl. He looked so happy and enthused about such a small thing. She wasn't sure why he looked so happy; he didn't even play on a real team. He probably never would in junior high.

His enthusiasm was actually what made Momotari so interested in him. She had never seen someone so worked up over a sport they couldn't even compete in. She also soon realized that he was incredibly determined. She was in bewilderment about how he even managed this long. She was fairly impressed and slightly jealous.

So with those thoughts in mind, she met Hinata for the first time.

As she walked towards the boy quietly, she readjusted the bag on her shoulder. "Hey," she said, just barely loud enough for him to hear. He turned to look at her and Momotari nearly ran away right there. She's sure he didn't mean to, but something about the expression he wore came off as intimidating. "Hey, uh, I was just wondering if you maybe needed a hand." She fumbled with her bag's strap again. "I mean, not help, but maybe someone to..." she stopped for a minute to study his features and seeing the wide-eyed expression he wore only furthered her anxiousness.

Momotari didn't really have to worry, however, because the boy soon jumped over with a smile so big Momotari could have sworn it would rip his face in half. "Yes! Yes! Please toss for me!"

The young girl soon regretted her decision because not only was she tired, but Hinata had a personality that she could only describe as exhausting.

"I'm not really sure how to do that. Could you explain it to me?"

He seemed stunned for a second before grinning once again. "I'll just throw it to you and you hit it, like this." He put his hands together and moved his arms up and down. Momotari was slightly familiar with the form.

"Is that a toss?" He cocked his head for a moment before laughing and muttering "no" with some sort of explanation that went way over her head.

Momotari just nodded as if she understood though. She dropped her bag at the side of the gym and rolled up her sleeves. As she walked back over to the boy, she noticed him talking to himself, jumping in the air, and grinning like an idiot. When he saw her return, he grabbed the ball off the floor and waited for her to get ready.

Momotari was slightly confused but she had seen a receive before. So she put her hands together, bent her knees, and waited for him to throw it.

Once he did, she realized how terrifying it was to see a ball come straight towards your face. Acting on instincts, she put her hands up and caught the ball. It took her a moment to realize what she had done before he face flamed up. "Ah, I'm sorry. I wasn't ready. Do it again."

She threw it back to him and he caught it easily. "Don't mind," he waved off. He threw it again, but this time Momotari hit it back to him. She winced slightly for she had not thought the ball would hurt so much.

When the boy hit the ball back to her, he said "Could you try to hit it higher? I'd like to spike." Momotari knew she would try because she had wanted him to spike it as well. He was the most interesting then.

The next hit was higher, but much farther away from the boy this time. "Oh I'm sor-"

She couldn't help but stare as the boy ran after the ball.

He was incredibly quick on his feet. She wasn't even sure when he had gotten over there. Her first thought was that he would be great on the track team.

Her second thought was somewhere along the lines of 'wow, I wish I could have that kind of perseverance.'

In the end, the boy didn't reach the ball in time. He looked sort of upset about it, but picked up the volleyball and returned back to Momotari. She felt embarrassed and a bit guilty about the hit, so she started apologizing profusely. "Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I'm not very good at this." She bowed her head mostly in shame.

The boy didn't look upset about it though. He looked confused. His head was tilted as he raised one eyebrow. "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault. I should have gotten the ball." He blinked. He held his head up with a smile. "I'll get it next time though. Then you won't feel bad about it."

He threw the ball towards her and, caught off guard, Momotari hit it haphazardly. The ball shot off to the side, much quicker than she had anticipated. She looked over to him to apologize again, but he was already walking over to get the ball.

"Don't apologize about it. It's not a big deal anyway. Besides," he picked up the volleyball and turned towards her with an excited grin, "this is the first time someone has ever offered to toss for me."

He tossed the ball to her, but this time Momotari hit it up high and closer towards him. She realized that up close, his jumps looked a lot more like taking off for flight. When the ball came down to the ground with an audible thud, she remembered to breathe. She gave him a wide eyed look, but he just looked so jovial. "Thank you for that."

She stared a few seconds longer before offering her own smile. "It's no problem at all."

It was quiet for a moment, and Momotari felt a bit uncomfortable. She would have asked that they continue doing something involving volleyball, but the boy had other ideas.

"Oi!" he shouted. "I forgot!" He jutted his thumb towards his chest, "My name is Hinata Shoyo."

Honestly, she thought he was a bit too excitable and tiresome, but she laughed nonetheless. "Momotari Hanako. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Hinata quirked an eyebrow before asking "Do you always talk like that?"

She let out a short a chuckle. "No. Not really." Hinata shrugged his shoulders before going to retrieve the still idle ball.

The next day at her track practice, Momotari surprised everyone by actually doing what she was told. At the end of it, she wiped her forehead. She noticed the sweat that had come off of it and now stuck to her hand. She stared at for a second before realizing what it meant. She muttered an "ew" before laughing heartily.

Hinata would probably remember their volleyball rally as the day he met Momotari, the girl who he practiced with that eventually became a good friend.

Momotari remembered it as the day she was inspired by a shorty who didn't even know what kind of impact he had made on her.

So this is sort of a prologue. I will try not to put really long AN on my other chapters. Updates will not be regular, but I will try to get them up as quickly as I can. If you see any errors or have any suggestions, please tell me. I am but a simple novice in writing.

Also, as a side thing, I want to know if this should be a HinataxOC. That was my original plan, but with the layout I have for this story, it might turn into a YamaxOC. Also, this is not the only OC in this story. There will be one more main one and a few side OCs that are less important.

-LtD