I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝘄𝗼: 𝗔 𝗠𝗮𝗻 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗱

Who's the cute boy with the white jacket 

and the thick accent?

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"What? That position? It's a joke! Not only did Komori go out of bounds, but why did he even try to catch it there?"

— But he really did.

And he caught it outside the boundary.

In a finals match, this might've been a ridiculous move, but somehow, the benefits outweighed the mistake.

Commentator: "He caught it! Komori just caught Dynamite's serve!!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. Your first serve of the game usually succeeded, but this time, Komori had caught it—though, admittedly, it was outside the boundary.

Komori, beaming with excitement, looked up at Sakusa with stars in his eyes. But all he got in return was a look of pure disgust.

'Huh?'

'Wait—huh?! It was an out-of-bounds ball!!'

'I caught an out-of-bounds ball!!'

His face paled as the realization hit him, and he dropped to his knees, completely ignoring the next play.

Despite being disgusted by Komori's blunder, Sakusa stepped forward, jumped high, and powered through Shiratorizawa's block, spiking the ball hard onto their court. The crowd roared with applause.

Meanwhile, his teammates gathered around him, trying to console him.

"...Komori, it's fine, the ace scored and saved it."

"Yeah, seriously, no big deal. We all mess up."

"Don't get too hyped just because you caught a serve from him, you idiot!"

'Eh? Did I hear that right?' Komori thought, confused by some of the strange comments from his teammates. 'Maybe I'm imagining things... they're just trying to comfort me, right?'

Sakusa, frowning, looked down at the pale Komori, who seemed like he'd forgotten to put on any color. With an impatient tone, he said, "You idiot, you fell for the trap."

Komori blinked up at him, confused. "Huh? What? What do you mean?"

Sakusa, one hand in his pocket, stood over him and explained coldly, "Dynamite knew you'd do anything to catch that ball, so he deliberately aimed out of bounds. You caught it, but it ended up costing your team a point you could've easily gotten."

"That way, it messes with your head," Iiguna added, seeing Sakusa getting irritated with Komori's blank stare. He quickly patted him on the shoulder, trying to help.

"What?! That was close! I almost fell for it!" Komori said, suddenly jumping up. "Good thing I've got strong mental mentality! Of course, the 'Libero Killer' always targets a libero's mindset first!"

Komori still felt a bit awkward about the situation, but it made sense. 'How could someone like Dynamite, who never messes up his serves, send it out of bounds?'

... Well, you would.

You, standing in the back row, scratched your nose and glanced at your teammates. Surprisingly, they were all calm—except for the ever-nervous Goshiki. The rest of them seemed pretty relaxed.

Huh... I really thought I'd freeze up after that mistake, you thought. But somehow, Komori ended up catching the ball, even when it was out. What a good libero, taking care of my mental state instead of his!

Komori sneezed on the other side and touched his nose, confused.

Itachiyama had found their rhythm. Once they got an opening, they unleashed a series of fierce attacks. Plus, every player had solid serving skills. But still—

Their serves were consistently countered by you.