I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗲𝗻: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗻

Just wanted passion from you,

just wanted what i gave you.

*

So, Mizoguchi stood up and called a timeout on behalf of Aoba Johsai.

You returned to Shiratorizawa's resting area. The moment you sat down, the previously empty seats on both sides instantly filled.

You looked at the middle seat reserved for you, closed your eyes, and sat down obediently. Having scored three points in a row, although only the last point was your "real stuff," you began to hesitate.

Hmm...how about spiking two more balls? If they get received, I could avoid being scolded by Coach Washijo.

You glanced at Coach's face and found that he was staring at you with folded arms. You immediately turned your head away subconsciously.

Coach Saito, noticing the "incompatibility" between you and Coach Washijō, showed a bitter smile.

So--

"Bang--!"

"...Damn it!!" Even Iwaizumi couldn't help but utter an angry curse.

"Bang--!"

"Ow! It hurts!!" This was Kunimi's cry of pain

*

Sweat trickled down your cheeks, and you blinked.

I didn't expect to be so lucky. It hasn't been received yet... But the libero on the other side doesn't seem to be in good shape today. He looks uncomfortable... Eh?! Did I hurt him just now?! He won't blackmail me, will he?

No, I can't go too far.

You glanced at the people on the other side of Aoba Johsai. Now, there was no doubt that everyone's eyes were really on you.

Under everyone's gaze, you didn't throw the ball high like before but just tossed it lightly. The pupils of the people on the other side shrank slightly.

The coaches in the rest area frowned, just as surprised as the players. Tendou, who was standing under the net, opened his mouth slightly and watched the ball float lightly toward the net.

However, at this moment, you wanted to cry.

What is going on here? Isn't this too lucky?

I've already scored six goals... Am I really good? But after all, this is just a training match. If I continue, I'll be beaten after the match!

You got the volleyball again. This time, you focused on the volleyball and took a deep breath. Your expression was more focused than ever before.

Standing in place, you gently tossed the ball, your eyes suddenly becoming determined.

I must, I must let it touch the net!

Noticing the change in your momentum, Iwaizumi in the front clenched his teeth.

'Damn! Is this a new trick?'

They watched you raise your hand high with concentration. They watched the ball lightly hit the net and slowly bounce back.

Looking at this slow ball, for some reason, a sense of irony and sarcasm washed over them.

However, for those used to playing fast balls, hitting the net slowly and rebounding gently was not an easy task for anyone present.

Coach Saito's glasses fell off, and Coach Washijo suddenly stood up.

Everyone present, including the players of Shiratorizawa, stared blankly at the owner of this awkward and difficult serve.