I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝗳𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻: 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗶𝘃𝘆

He will see a golden age where each person can hold,

and defend the opinions that he wishes.

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"WHAT?!"

Your words weren't as slow or deliberately mocking as they might have sounded to everyone else. But something about the way you said it—the content, the timing, the delivery—felt like a verbal grenade. Each syllable seemed to echo, replaying itself in the stunned silence that followed.

Atsumu's shout rang out, snapping everyone back to reality. All eyes were on you now, their collective astonishment impossible to hide.

'What the hell happens to setters in Shiratorizawa?'

'Is he bullying their setter into the ground?!'

The spectators, still processing your line, exchanged looks of disbelief, their imaginations running wild.

'This guy can't just be a regular player. He must be the tyrant of Shiratorizawa!'

'Forget Ushijima—once he graduates, this demon is going to take over the whole team!'

'And he's only a first-year?! Three more years of this? That's horrifying!'

In that moment, everyone unconsciously put themselves in the shoes of Shiratorizawa's players, their faces pale with shared terror. A single thought echoed in all their minds:

'Dynamite... is definitely a demon king.'

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Unaware of the chaos your comment had caused, you blinked, hearing Atsumu's frustrated shout. Sensing that he might have misunderstood, you added, "Don't overthink it. I wasn't targeting setters."

You paused, glancing around the court briefly before finishing, "I just meant volleyball is a team sport. Every position has its role, and only when everyone does their job can the team reach its full potential."

You'd only just picked up this lesson during your matches with Karasuno, but what you couldn't have known was how much worse your explanation had made things.

'Not targeting setters'?!

The implication was painfully clear to everyone: you weren't calling out setters as a whole. You were calling out Atsumu.

The room collectively froze, baffled at how effortlessly you'd managed to twist the knife and give it a sharp turn.

No one knew what to say. They were left with only one undeniable conclusion:

'This is just... Dynamite being Dynamite.'

And Atsumu? He had completely lost this round, no question about it.

You didn't even have to exchange barbs with him—one sentence from you, and he was already cracking under the pressure.

'And to think he's the one who started the taunting.'

'This match is about to get explosive.'

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As expected, Atsumu's intensity skyrocketed in the following plays. Each serve, each set—his power and precision were relentless, far exceeding the effort he usually put into official matches.

But you stayed calm, composed. You didn't rise to meet his aggression with any overwhelming attacks of your own.

Instead, you simply focused on blocking.