I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝘄𝗼: 𝗦𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁

I've got this shake in my legs,

shaking the thoughts from my head.

*

Everyone went silent—including the culprit.

The entire gym fell into an awkward silence.

Then Bokuto broke it with a confused voice, "Lev... what exactly were you doing?"

"Were you... trying to steal the ball?"

"Then why didn't you spike it?"

Bokuto's round eyes followed the ball as it rolled across the floor, clearly baffled.

Kuroo, who'd been watching from the scoreboard and initially excited to see Lev trying out your techniques, slapped a hand over his forehead with a wince. Yaku just turned away in utter shame.

Lev's face looked like his whole world had collapsed, barely able to understand what he'd done. His voice shook, avoiding your eyes. "I... I only remembered you said to block the spiker's moves... and limit their space..."

You stared at him, absolutely floored that such a reason was behind it.

After a long silence, you let out a low, shaky sigh, still processing the absurdity of it all.

"Lev."

"Yes!" Lev snapped to attention, bracing himself for a scolding.

Your stare was merciless as you said, slowly, "When I told you to block, I didn't mean to block your own spiker and steal your own team's space."

"I—I understand!" Lev's voice shook slightly. If you'd just yelled at him, he probably wouldn't have felt as nervous as he did right now.

You walked up to him slowly, gave his shoulder a pat, then waved at Kuroo, who was stifling laughter nearby. With a soft sigh, you turned to leave, your voice fading out with a hint of finality: "Kuroo, I did my best with your request."

Kuroo: "Uh... thanks? Should I apologize or something?"

You'd decided to take back the thought that every main character was a genius.

Maybe they had some talent, sure, but it came with some pretty surprising ways of messing up.

*

The next day.

You sat watching everyone on the court, resting your chin in your hand as you analyzed their movements. Somehow, without realizing it, you'd become incredibly familiar with the playing style of all the teams in Tokyo and Karasuno High.

After days of nonstop observation, you couldn't deny that mental work could be more exhausting than physical training. Yet, even as tired as you felt, your mind had gotten faster, likely from all the intense focus.

At this rate, even when school started up again, you could confidently say your mind wouldn't lose any sharpness.

Guess it's true what they say—use it or lose it.

After so much time in the same position, your neck felt stiff, and you began to massage it lightly, planning to stretch a bit. Just then, a shadow appeared beside you.

Looking up, you found yourself facing Coach Nekomata, who smiled warmly.

In that brief moment of eye contact, both of you had the same thought:

Just like a cat, you thought.

'Just like a hawk,' he thought.

You quickly stood to greet him, but Coach Nekomata waved you back into your seat, settling in beside you.