I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝗳𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼

From a little spark, 

may burst a flame.

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On the court, everything shifted second by second, each moment ripe with potential change.

As you moved up to the front row, your eyes stayed focused on the ball, suspended high in the air. Damp with sweat, your hair clung to your forehead, which you brushed back absently, fully immersed in the play.

Across the net, Kageyama clenched his jaw, feeling the intense focus of your gaze beside him. A bead of sweat slid down his forehead as he sensed that relentless, sharp presence.

Players on both sides surged forward in anticipation, holding their breath as the rally unfolded. It was another one of Karasuno's multi-position attacks.

You instinctively crouched slightly, eyes locked on Kageyama's every move, giving the impression that you, not his teammates, were the one about to receive his set.

While everyone else tracked the ball, your gaze stayed fixed on Kageyama's blank, focused expression. Around you, all noise seemed to fade—no sounds of players breathing, no echoes from the gym, only a faint whisper of the air. It felt like you were the only two on the court.

Then, in the middle of Kageyama's flawless movement, you saw it—an opening.

In that instant, you had your answer.

This direction!

A soft thud as Kageyama set the ball, launching it toward the chosen spot. Everything seemed to flash to white.

The ball sailed smoothly through the air as a hand rose to spike with full force, but at the last second, a hand appeared in view—

The white background faded back into the gym's surroundings. Tanaka's pupils shrank as his mind snapped back to the court.

Two sharp impacts sounded in quick succession—

Boom!

Smack!

Two figures landed at the same time, and the ball bounced gently to the ground, rolling out of sight.

Everyone looked at the two of you in shock. Even Tanaka seemed blank, staring at you in disbelief. You stood there, slightly dazed yourself, though it was barely noticeable, and only for a second before your usual confident smile returned.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. Moments like these gave you a sense of fulfillment.

It was like finally solving a math problem that had stumped you for ages. Even if it was just this one time, it was enough for now. The satisfaction of overcoming a real challenge was rare, and that's what made it worthwhile.

In the Shiratorizawa bench, the advisor watched, visibly pleased as you made the block. With a sigh of relief, he punched his fist into his palm.

This point alone wasn't crucial to Shiratorizawa's win or loss, but the meaning behind it mattered more than the score.

Coach Washijo narrowed his eyes slightly, a small, almost imperceptible smile of approval crossing his face.

Just as he'd expected: 'in calm times, Ushijima was the anchor; in the storm, it was you.'

Your power and precision added flair when Shiratorizawa was leading, but against tough competition, your impact changed completely. You controlled the pace, weaving around opponents, biding your time until you saw an opening—