I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻: 𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻

They call me Superman,

i'm here to rescue you.

*

"Oh, Superman 'Dynamite'! Come on!" Oikawa was behind him, imitating your voice and saying something you would never say in your life.

Ohira turned back in surprise. Kyotani stared blankly at your back. Even after scoring, you didn't cheer or show any joy, just calmness.

At that moment, when you jumped high, Kyotani finally understood why you had remained indifferent to his repeated challenges in the first half. It's not that you're cowardly or looking down on him. It's just that, in your eyes, there's nothing else but volleyball.

Suddenly, his dazed gaze was interrupted by a figure—Shirabu stood in front of you with a look of disdain. When he met Kyotani's eyes, he sneered and then returned to his position.

Iwaizumi noticed Kyotani still standing there, dazed, and immediately tried to comfort him. "It's okay, for a monster like him... we'll try harder to stop him next time." Though his words lacked confidence.

Oikawa noticed Iwaizumi's tense expression and dim eyes, and his smile faltered slightly.

"Eh——! Kenjiro really hurts the senpai's heart~~" Ohira saw Shirabu's face getting darker and quickly pulled Tendou away, saying something nice to avoid a conflict between the team's vice-captain and the setter.

The source of the conflict, you, was still in a state of "turning a deaf ear to the outside world and only wanting to play volleyball," and returned to your position.

Everyone in Aoba Johsai was breathing heavily, and the audience and students outside the court were watching the competition with great excitement.

They focused their eyes. Kindaichi swallowed hard, and Watari, under immense pressure, breathed shakily. At this moment, even the cheers of the invincible Oikawa weren't helpful.

The reason was simple—it was because of you standing at the serving line again. You held the volleyball in your hand, casually patted the ground, then raised the ball high, facing the net.

"Shiratorizawa! Shiratorizawa!" The cheers from Shiratorizawa's supporters were especially enthusiastic. Two majestic drum beats echoed, and then everything went silent.

They knew what the server needed most was not cheers, but a completely quiet environment.

You raised the volleyball and entered a state of deep concentration. You were so focused that you didn't realize the entire audience was now watching you.

Hinata and Kageyama couldn't wait any longer and moved to the front row, gripping the railings tightly with both hands.

Ito clenched the props in her hand, nervously watching you, the center of everyone's attention.

You exhaled a deep breath, and your eyes slowly narrowed. The next moment, the volleyball was thrown high into the air.

"Bang—!!"

There was no suspense.

"Nice!" Tendou praised him with a smile and in his unique voice.

Did he think I was a kindergarten kid?

But...

You tilted your head slightly and looked at the scoreboard.

24:20

Shiratorizawa's match point in this game.

The audience was in an uproar, and the players of Aoba Johsai looked a little tense.