I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻: 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗻

Why can't everyone just go away?

except you, you can stay.

*

In the evening, you finished washing up and stood on the balcony of the small building, breathing in the fresh and quiet air.

Several sparrows perched quietly on the branches, showing no fear of humans. The pots of green plants on the balcony were thriving.

This quiet and fulfilling feeling was really good.

You leaned back in the chair. Having finished your night run, you were rarely not very sleepy. You picked up a book from the table, covered your legs with the blanket beside the chair, and quietly read.

This kind of leisurely and peaceful life was what you had always longed for in your previous life.

Unconsciously, you began to feel fortunate for this time travel.

This kind of serenity, which you had never felt in the closed school before, seemed precious at this moment.

You had the freedom to choose not to live in the school and the luck to regain your youth.

—-Of course, being forced to join the main characters and compete with them was not part of that ideal scenario.

Your mood suddenly soured. You took a deep breath and slumped in the chair, feeling a wave of listlessness.

The peaceful training life had almost made you forget this dangerous situation.

Fortunately, after so much training together, your true strength must have been figured out, and everyone should have gotten used to you not having the amazing strength of the original owner.

You breathed a sigh of relief, lay back in the chair, and tried to comfort yourself.

"Ding Dong."

The phone rang.

You silently picked it up and saw a notification of a money transfer from abroad.

It was from the original owner's parents.

Your expression turned a little strange. To some extent, you were living a life without worries about food and clothing.

Although, for an adult at heart, this isn't ideal, it is—

really comfortable.

*

The next day, you looked at the weekly test score sheet posted on the wall. Your name was high up at the top.

Ah, fortunately.

After all, you had studied this for the second time. If you still couldn't get the first place, you must be very dumb.

You didn't realize that the difficulty of high school knowledge was such that even if someone studied it a second time, they might not fully understand it.

The whispers around you did not reach your ears. You accepted the results calmly, unaware of the discussions behind you:

"...As expected of him... In addition to volleyball, he's also so good at studying!"

"Maybe it's because he studied abroad... He's really amazing, I'm so jealous..."

"Nonsense, look at his face... He obviously has the face of a top student!"

"...No, I think his face looks more like a gangster..."

"Oh, looks can't completely determine grades! My previous classmate had a poker face every day, but he couldn't even pass the exams!"