I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀

You ask me what I'm thinking about,

i tell you that i'm thinking about.

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After that shopping trip, you hurried home to change your shirt, picking one out more carefully this time. You threw on a plain T-shirt that just read "Ordinary."

You looked at the shirt and thought, Finally, a T-shirt that matches my vibe perfectly!

Feeling oddly at ease in your "Ordinary" shirt, you walked through the streets, enjoying the rare freedom of the day. But by afternoon, when you arrived at the training camp venue, you started to notice people glancing at you in a weird way.

What's going on? Didn't I already change into a shirt that suits me?

Little did you know that, from everyone else's perspective, you seemed to be wearing your insult on your sleeve—quite literally. To them, the word "Ordinary" felt like your subtle way of judging them all, as if reminding them every moment that, in your eyes, they were just... average.

The other players watched with silent distress: 'What a smug guy! He has an extraordinary talent but doesn't have to rub it in!'

You, however, had no idea that your outfit choice had led to another misunderstanding. Being mostly oblivious to the attention, you shrugged it off as you usually did.

You watched a few matches throughout the day, and then it was time for the last one—Karasuno against Fukurodani. Arms crossed, you observed the players giving it their all on the court, barely noticing Coach Ukai calling you over.

"Want to join us for a barbecue tonight?" he asked. You blinked, shaking your head and giving a polite wave. "Nah, I'm good. You all go ahead."

Takeda chuckled, "No, you've got to come along. You've helped Hinata and Tsukishima with their techniques, not to mention how much advice you've given the other players. We wanted a chance to thank you."

Helped? Given advice? You blinked, piecing it together. You had been "asked" to stay late to help the others practice the past few nights and had ended up answering some strange questions from players across different teams.

—Flashback—

Halfway through the extra practice, Kuroo and the others were already gasping for breath, looking totally worn out. You leaned on one hip, watching them struggle, and couldn't help but think of your Shiratorizawa teammates. Back home, they would always match your training pace, even if it was reluctantly.

But feeling restless, you'd eventually decided to step outside for some fresh air, taking a break on the field under the summer night sky. The cooler air was a relief, and you relaxed, breathing deeply as the heat faded.

That's when you overheard voices coming from the adjacent gym. Curious, you peeked inside and saw a group of massive guys, completely out of breath, looking defeated.

They reminded you a little... of cartoon bears. Like a bunch of cuddly grizzlies, you thought with amusement, though you quickly backed away, trying not to intrude.

But one of the "bears" suddenly spotted you and pointed excitedly, "It's Dynamite-san!"

Did he just say "-san"?

You sighed, as if by habit, watching as these giant guys suddenly stood up with expectant faces. You opened your mouth to explain your unexpected appearance, but then thought, What is there to explain, really? and just stayed silent for a moment.

The guys stared at you, clearly surprised to see you there. You figured you'd throw out some quick pleasantries and wrap this awkward meeting up fast, but a burly guy with thick eyebrows asked in a deep, earnest voice: