I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝗳𝘁𝘆 𝗡𝗶𝗻𝗲: 𝗛𝗮𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗶𝗿𝘀

Of all our games, love's play is the only one,

which threatens to unsettle the soul.

. ݁₊ ⊹ .

BANG!

The sound of a powerful spike rang through the air as the ball flew past Kageyama, close enough to his ear to make it ring. He froze, staring at Sakusa, who had just delivered the crushing hit.

But Sakusa didn't look smug or triumphant. His expression was one of irritation and intensity as his sharp eyes fixed on Kageyama.

Kageyama, still dazed from the spike, had no idea what to make of Sakusa's glare. The confusion lingered until—

SMACK!

The unmistakable sound of a perfect receive cut through the tension.

Sakusa clicked his tongue in frustration and quickly repositioned himself, as if he had expected this all along.

All eyes turned to the source of the sound—you, crouched low and perfectly balanced after receiving Sakusa's spike with ease.

Without a word or wasted movement, you stood back up and immediately shifted to block the next attack, focused entirely on the match.

Step by step, you applied pressure, leaving no gaps for the opposing team to exploit.

Komori, noticing the dark aura building around Sakusa, let out a nervous laugh.

"Man... Dynamite's great and all, but sometimes he's just a little too serious. Like, come on—receive the ball and go straight into the next move? Poor Sakusa doesn't even get a break!"

What Komori didn't realize was that Sakusa's frustration wasn't just from the clean receive.

What truly got under his skin was the moment before the spike—when he had been mid-air, ready to crush the ball, and his eyes met yours across the net.

In that split second, Sakusa knew you would receive it.

And that rare certainty—the kind that made even someone as composed as Sakusa grimace—was why his irritation now filled the court like a storm cloud.

Under Sakusa's watchful gaze, you reluctantly smashed the ball straight at him. The feeling of practically handing it over makes your irritation spike.

And that was how the ball came to skim dangerously close to Kageyama's ear just moments ago.

During the break, you suddenly sneezed. Looking around curiously, you couldn't tell that, in the previous match, Sakusa had mentally cursed you countless times already.

Komori, standing nearby, coughed awkwardly and gave Sakusa a subtle nudge, as if telling him to chill out.

You raised your water bottle and took a long drink, your throat moving with each gulp. With a quick swipe of your fingers, you wiped a stray drop from your lips and gazed absently at the court.

At least that spike from Kageyama earlier wasn't as bad as it could've been, you thought. I was prepared this time, so it didn't end up like that awkward disaster against Johzenji.

You felt a small wave of relief.

What you didn't know, though, was how quickly relief could turn into regret.

. ݁₊ ⊹ .

After the short break, the match picked up again, the court buzzing with tension. You moved swiftly along the wing, eyes locked on the ball flying high into the air. It was heading straight toward Kageyama, the setter, whose focused expression mirrored your own.