I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝘄𝗼: 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗠𝗲

And who'd have thought that confidence could die?

not me, not me.

*

In the next game, you, still in junior high, showed what being a "genius" really means. When your teammates weren't strong enough, you nearly single-handedly defended and broke through the opponent's defense with overwhelming force.

The camera clearly focused on the star of the game, zooming in on your handsome face. The disdain and arrogance you showed seemed almost visible.

This kid... his smug expression is really annoying! you thought, feeling annoyed. But then, a voice beside you broke your thoughts:

"...So handsome!"

You were a bit stunned and glanced at Goshiki next to you, who was glued to the screen, admiring the original owner's dominating performance and bored expression. The excitement in his eyes was really hard to ignore.

You realized that he wasn't just commenting on the original owner's looks or expressions.

He was talking about the kind of strength that "dominates the court"—the unstoppable, king-of-the-court, "absolute ace" of the whole venue.

You looked at the boy on the screen, standing on the podium, holding the trophy, and looking down at the camera.

Yeah, he's definitely quite handsome.

But that's not me.

*

Several of you checked into the room Shiratorizawa had booked. With one hand in your pocket, a bag slung over one shoulder, and Shiratorizawa's uniform jacket in the other hand, you yawned lazily.

You thought that after watching the game, Goshiki's nerves would calm down, and you could catch some sleep. But who knew these guys would watch one game after another until you arrived in Tokyo? What an energetic group.

Standing in front of everyone, listening to them talk about which game your performance was more eye-catching, you sighed helplessly, adjusted your baseball cap, and checked into the hotel with everyone.

You and Tendou were assigned to the same room. It wasn't a personal choice, just a pure draw. Well... otherwise you would have chosen the quiet Yamagata or Kawanishi, or even Ohira.

Feeling Tendou's piercing eyes and the slightly raised corners of his lips, you figured he didn't want you to find any "good ideas" to kill time with him. So, you decided to copy the notes and pictures sent by Ito instead.

After a long while, when you finally put down the pen, Tendou had finished his shower, dried his hair, and was ready for bed.

You turned your head slightly and noticed his drooping red hair, your eyes freezing for a few seconds.

"Eh? What's wrong?" Tendou tilted his head. His red hair hung in his face, with a few stray hairs sticking up. The upturned corners of his eyes were smiling, his rabbit mouth slightly pursed.

"...Ahem. It's okay," you waved your hand and turned around, taking the toiletries into the bathroom.

Why do some people look so different with smooth hair versus frizzy hair?!

He looked at you as you staggered into the bathroom, tilting his head, a question mark slowly forming in his mind.

After a while, you came out of the bathroom with steam still rising from your body. You casually pushed aside the wet hair falling in front of your eyes. As soon as you stepped out, you saw him sitting obediently on the bed, facing the bathroom door, tilting his head to look at you.