I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗢𝗻𝗲: 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹

The ways in which you talk to me,

have me wishin' i were gone.

*

You stared blankly at the group in front of you, your eyes finally resting on Kuroo, who was smiling innocently with his hands out. "Well, you didn't specify how many days of extra practice you'd do when you agreed yesterday," Kuroo said with a shrug.

You felt a bit like you'd been tricked, but couldn't argue. This guy, always bullying the honest one here.

If your situation was bad, Lev's was worse.

"Lev! Is that how you receive a ball?! Who taught you to receive it like that?!"

Yaku's furious yell made Kuroo flinch and visibly shrink back; Lev, standing in front of Yaku, looked downright petrified.

"Oh boy, still no improvement in Lev's receives, huh?" Kuroo said, walking over with a casual tone. Seeing him, Lev perked up, as if his savior had arrived, and sniffled, "Kuroo-senpai..."

Noticing Yaku's sharp glare, Kuroo quickly waved his hands with a nervous laugh, "Oh, no, no, I wouldn't dream of interfering with Yaku's work!"

Lev's face instantly fell, and Yaku let out an annoyed huff.

As Kuroo rejoined your group, he noticed that today's graphic on your white T-shirt was different from yesterday's. Yesterday, it was a bold "Emperor" in black, white, and gray; today, it was a colorful "Senpai."

In his mind, Kuroo recalled how, during the IH Nationals against Kamizaki High, you hadn't landed many spikes, but your expert blocking and uncanny positioning turned Kiryu's powerful attacks into duds.

That positioning of yours really was something special—even Nekoma, known for their coordination, couldn't quite replicate it. Kuroo had spent ages trying to figure it out with no luck.

After watching your performance at the IH League, Nekoma's entire team had become fascinated with your unique playing style. Everyone, from Yaku, who studied it intensely, to Kuroo, who analyzed it for the team, to Lev, who just watched in awe, couldn't stop talking about your moves on the court.

If you knew that nearly all the "main players" in your mind had been watching and analyzing your matches—even pulling up your highlight reels for extra study—you'd probably be embarrassed to pieces. Luckily, it was the kind of thing you wouldn't believe even if they told you.

Kuroo raised an eyebrow as he thought about your positioning skills. Suddenly, an idea lit up in his mind. Clapping his hands, he said with an enthusiastic tone, "Hey! How about we let Dynamite-senpai teach you some court techniques?"

Lev didn't care about the details; to him, anything that could get him away from Yaku's strict training was a win. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you, catching you off guard right as you were about to turn him down.

"S-Shouldn't positioning lessons be more Nekoma's thing?" you muttered, sighing as you tried to steer Lev away from Kuroo's tricks.

But Lev's eyes only got wider as he argued, "But Dynamite-senpai, your positioning on the court is amazing! When Kuroo-senpai explained it, I couldn't even believe that kind of precision was humanly possible...!"

Before he could finish, Yaku clapped a hand over his mouth.

You stared at Lev, bemused at his attempt to escape Yaku's wrath. This guy will say anything to get out of practice.

And what's with the "senpai" thing all of a sudden?

Kuroo, sensing opportunity, added fuel to the fire. Placing both hands on your shoulders with a mock-serious face, he declared, "Come on, Dynamite-senpai here is super talented! He's got professional-level training from the States—serving, spiking, receiving, positioning, you name it!"