Another level [haikyuu reader insert]

8

"Wait what!?" Hinata, Kuroo, and Bokuto exclaimed, leaning towards the white haired male who raised his hands in defeat.

"She hates volleyball?" Akaashi asked, tilting his head in slight confusion.

"Ahah.." Ichiro chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah unfortunately..." he looked back at the (h/c) haired girl who had her hands on her hips yelling at her team.

"Oi! Shiroto don't bend your knees too much you'll strain your muscles!" She yelled, her voice echoing in the gym as the sound of a ball slamming down on the ground rang through everyone's ears.

Ichiro then looked back at the group in front of him. "I can't go into detail because it's not my place to say, but I....." he pursed his lips, nervous to say the next words, but someone cut him off.

"Just because you're good at something doesn't mean you like it." Everyone turned to see Ayame who still had his yes closed and had his head resting on Ichiro's head. "That's all I'll say."

"(Y/n) is... a special case.." Suibotsu's coach said, his elbows on his knees and hands folded in front fo his chest. "We all know how talented she is. To us her talent would mean the absolute world, anyone would kill for her skill. But to her...."

"It means nothing." Ichiro finished.

The group gulped, trying to process the new information they had just received. How could someone with that type of skill and talent hate it? Wouldn't she find joy in her wins and victories? Any of the 6 schools that were attending this training camp would kill for her type of talent. But before anyone could ask any more questions the buzzer when off, signaling the end of the first set.

Everyone's eyes widened, "what? It's already over?!" Bokuto exclaimed, everyone's heads turned to see the court. Suibotsu stood tall, and lazy, not even breaking a sweat. However the same couldn't be said for the opposing team, Inarizaki was on their knees, heavily panting and sweat dripped down their foreheads and onto the floor.

"DAMN IT!!" Atsumu cursed, slamming a fist onto the floor.

"How are they so fast...." Osamu panted, glaring at the team on the opposite side of the court.