I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: 𝗔 𝗠𝗮𝗻 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹

I know you wanna love, 

but i just wanna

*

Shirabu, standing beside you, looked surprised. The next moment, a dark aura seemed to fill the air behind you. When Shirabu turned his head sharply, he saw that Goshiki had already turned completely to stone, petrified.

Iizuna, who had been lost in his own thoughts, suddenly snapped back to reality, exclaiming, "Oh no! Dynamite's going to kill someone!!"

Sakusa, confused by the situation, just looked around with a question mark practically hanging over his head. He felt like he'd been surrounded by confusion the entire match.

Tendou, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing, covered his mouth tightly. Meanwhile, Ushijima, ever the straightforward one, took a step forward and asked in a deep voice, "Why hasn't he moved yet? Was he hurt?"

Before Ushijima could go check on you, Ohira quickly stopped him. Though Ohira tried to whisper, the entire stadium could hear him:

"Wakatoshi, wait! Dynamite's fine! Don't forget, he got hit in the face by a volleyball in Miyagi before! He'll be okay!"

"But this time it was the back of the head," Ushijima replied, frowning as if that was an important distinction.

"It's just the back of the head! It's not like he hasn't been hit in Shiratorizawa before—" Ohira started, but quickly hushed himself as the situation got more chaotic.

Shirabu, at the front, opened his mouth to say something but stopped, his face darkening with uncertainty. He had no idea what to say. His thoughts were all over the place. He couldn't even try to calm you down because, honestly, if it had been him, Goshiki would probably be on a dissection table by now.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally raised your head, your expression eerily calm. You bent down, picked up the volleyball that had hit you, and calmly brushed off imaginary dust from it.

With a frighteningly composed face, you tossed the ball gently out of the court and said in an almost chillingly casual tone, "...It's okay, how could it not be?"

But everyone watching thought the same thing: 'No, your face says otherwise—you're definitely not okay!'

...The game must go on.

It was hard to tell if the hit to your head somehow transferred some energy to Goshiki, but after that incident, he seemed to snap out of his nervous state.

In the following plays, Itachiyama dominated, winning several points in quick succession. Even the other players, aside from Sakusa, took the chance to shine. But Goshiki, surprisingly, started to perform better too. After "accidentally injuring" you, it was like his nerves settled. His spikes became fast, accurate, and fierce, earning steady points for the team.

—Though, to the end of the game, he still couldn't meet your eyes.

When the whistle blew, signaling Itachiyama's win in the first set, their cheerleaders erupted in celebration. Both teams slowly walked off the court.

Despite you insisting you were fine, Goshiki left the court trembling, and as expected, Washijo didn't hold back, harshly critiquing him and telling him to fix his attitude for the next game.

Oddly enough, the familiar tone of Washijo's criticism seemed to ground Goshiki, making him feel more like he was back in the training room than in the middle of a national final. Still, he knew he had to apologize.

He shuffled over, step by step, until he stood in front of you. While you were busy drinking water, Goshiki nervously hovered near you, his face bright red, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.