I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗶𝘅: 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝘀

Everybody scream,

 'cause she popular.

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"Bang!"

The loud noise shook the court, and the gust of wind swept through, making everyone's adrenaline spike. A girl in the front row had her bangs blown up, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Everyone bent over, hands on their knees, sweat dripping down their faces. They all looked exhausted.

Your energy was fading fast. With all the extra focus and mental calculation you were putting into the game, your physical strength was draining quicker than usual. You were already thinking about how to improve your stamina after the IH.

From the sidelines, Washijo watched as you rushed to save the ball and immediately got back up, ready to attack. He let out a deep breath, his expression growing more thoughtful. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he saw you dive to save the ball and score without a second thought. The sound of the audience gasping echoed in his ears.

At the same time, he remembered your careless attitude toward saving balls back in junior high, a stark contrast to the focused determination in your eyes now.

'Well, this trip was definitely worth it. Even if they lose, Shiratorizawa's time in Tokyo is more than worth the price of admission. That focused look is way more impressive than the rebellious attitude from before.'

Washijo smirked, but Saito was too caught up in watching the boys on the court to notice his reaction.

Everyone was on edge, watching the intense match develop. Unlike the struggle in the previous game, everyone was giving it their all this time.

You had no idea Washijo was looking at you with pride. Your whole focus was on the game, and your eyes were locked on the volleyball.

Ushijima's figure blurred as he soared high from behind you. In Suna's shrinking pupils, you, who had been facing him, quickly moved to the side, leaving Ushijima's powerful spike to do its work—

"Bang--!!"

Commentator A nearly jumped out of his seat: "Score! The teamwork between Shiratorizawa's Dynamite and Ushijima is flawless! Another point for Shiratorizawa!"

Commentator B matched his excitement. The tension of the game, mixed with the commentator's energy, had everyone glued to the court.

With a sharp "pop," Yamagata barely managed to receive Atsumu's tricky serve, but the ball flew off to the side. He gritted his teeth, muttering, "... Damn it!"

Before he could finish, a purple-white blur raced across the court. You narrowed your right eye, dove for the ball, and stretched out your arm to cushion it high—!

The crowd held their breath once again. A little girl in the front row stared wide-eyed at the scene, then whispered:

"So cool..."

"He's so awesome!"

Atsumu watched the volleyball soar high, following it with his eyes. Shiratorizawa was putting a lot of pressure on him, and sweat ran down his face, even though he looked calm.

"Samu!" he shouted, pushing hard. Osamu, right behind him, responded, taking a couple of quick steps forward. He aimed for the open space in front and spiked the ball hard—!

But then, something unexpected happened. He felt an unfamiliar resistance on his hand. The ball flew back, landing heavily on Inarizaki's side of the court.

At that moment, as the block happened, he caught a glimpse of your hair as you jumped high.

"When?!"

Osamu, landing in shock, quickly glanced over, only to see your back as you turned and changed positions. Atsumu patted his shoulder to snap him back to focus.