I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝗳𝘁𝘆 𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘁

I must be gone and live, 

or stay and die.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

You arrived back in Miyagi around the same time the team pieced things together. It hit you like a ton of bricks.

So I'm the last one to find out? Seriously?

You froze for a second before sighing internally, torn between frustration and resignation.

All that effort at Inarizaki for nothing...

Back at practice, everyone noticed a shift in you. You were quieter, more intense, and completely focused on training. It was like nothing else existed for you but the court.

Ohira, watching from the side as he caught his breath, couldn't help but feel moved.

'So Dynamite's going all out now because he knows his time with the team is limited before the camp. He's really giving it everything.'

'I didn't expect him to think the same way I do.'

He smiled, shaking his head slightly as he watched you pour everything into every move.

Ohira smiled gently, a warmth spreading through his chest. He hadn't expected it—they had come to understand you so well without even realizing it. When they first started playing together, he thought it would be impossible to work with someone as talented as you.

But now, here they were.

And yet... there were only a few months left.

Ohira's expression grew more serious. He placed his water bottle down carefully, his gaze steady as he walked back to the court.

'If that's the case, then this Spring High... we have to make it count for Dynamite. He can't leave here with regrets, not after he's finally let himself trust us.'

The others shared similar thoughts. Even Shirabu, exhausted and pale, forced himself to take a deep breath, his vision sharpening again.

He still couldn't shake the sense that something felt off, but...

'If this is the last tournament for the seniors, then I'll give it everything I've got.'

Shirabu's eyes narrowed with determination. He tossed the volleyball high into the air, and for a moment, all eyes followed its arc as it hung briefly, suspended in the light.

Your expression was calm and steady as you tracked the ball's trajectory, ready to make your move. But before you could, a towering figure cut through the air.

Ushijima.

With a force that seemed to tear through the very space around him, he smashed the ball with an intensity that made everyone freeze. A gust of wind from the impact brushed against your face, snapping you out of your focused daze.

The sound was deafening.

"BOOM—!!"

The ball exploded off his hand, slamming into the court with a power that was impossible to ignore.

Everyone stared at Ushijima as he landed heavily, his expression unreadable, just as calm as usual.

But that wasn't a regular training spike—that was the kind of hit you'd expect in the final moments of a high-stakes match.

Confused glances darted around, all directed at Ushijima. But his gaze never wavered. He was focused entirely on you.

You looked up, meeting his steady eyes. His gaze burned with such intensity that, for a moment, it made you hesitate.