I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝘅: 𝗔 𝗠𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆

I worry this is how,

i'm always gonna feel.

*

As the activity ended, Tendou and the others had other classes and couldn't stay. Before leaving, he insisted on inviting you to skip class, but before he could finish his sentence, Ushijima pulled him away.

*

"Bang!" You executed a perfect smash, landing lightly. You looked at Tendou, who had been training all day to block the net. Though you tried to ignore his gaze, this time you failed.

The ball changed off its usual course, causing Shirabu beside you to look sideways.

It's not that they have unreasonably high expectations for you, nor do they expect you to never miss a single shot.

It's just that you had always been so reliable that everyone thought you were a freak of nature. They even joked that you probably approached everything, including eating, drinking, and even going to the bathroom, with perfection.

'But today, this "robot" had been off his game more times than anyone could count.'

'Really... Tendou is really no joke...'

The coach, who had been watching the practice, frowned and shouted, "If you are so easily distracted, what kind of volleyball are you playing?!!"

You squatted slightly, staring intently at the figure behind the net and the service line on the opposite side.

Ushijima held the volleyball with a serious expression, and at that moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the ball in his hand.

As the volleyball soared, countless eyes followed it. You lifted your head high with sweat trickling down from your jawline to your neck, across your Adam's apple, and into your T-shirt.

You planted your feet firmly and struck the volleyball with your fists, but it slipped like soap, sliding to your side and causing Shirabu's pupils to shrink.

He gritted his teeth and jumped suddenly, sending the ball high again with his fist.

His forehead sparkled with beads of sweat, and he cursed under his breath, as if scolding the slippery ball. His brows furrowed, and his eyes quickly scanned everyone's positions.

He saw Tendou, half-squatting on the opposite side of the net, his eyes sharp like a viper's, displaying an expression that said, "I'm going to block this for sure."

"Damn...!!" he shouted and called your name, immediately setting the ball up into the air.

The height and direction were almost identical to both of your training, as you two had practiced these moves hundreds of times.

The reason he called out to you was simple: there was no one else in his field of vision at that moment.

He knew you would definitely be able to make it, and everyone understood this clearly—

When there was no other choice, everything was entrusted to you.

—Because you always had a way.

As he lifted the ball, a figure appeared like an afterimage, covering an astonishing distance in an instant.

You jumped into the air. Tendou looked up and saw your eyes above him, devoid of any emotion.

'Calmness was all I saw.'

In the next moment, those eyes suddenly sharpened, the expression changed drastically, and your body exuded an unstoppable momentum—

"Hoo ——!"