I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘁𝘆 𝗢𝗻𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗻 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆

And if one is never lost in life, 

then clearly one has never traveled anywhere interesting.

༘⋆𝜗𝜚

The training continued, and before long, sweat glistened on everyone's foreheads. Four exceptionally skilled players collided, creating an electric energy that burned brightly.

And yet, among the sparks, your presence shone the brightest.

Your jumps, your spikes, your movements—they drew everyone's attention. Komori couldn't help but feel awe, while Hoshiumi's expression grew more and more serious.

By now, Hoshiumi had forgotten all about your "boast" from the day before. His focus was entirely on your seamless, precise attacks.

There was no flair, no unnecessary technique—just raw, unfiltered strength. It was as if you were saying:

'This is just training. I'm simply showing you what I can do.'

And the unspoken message was clear: 'Even without using tricks, you still can't keep up with me.'

"Damn it."

Hoshiumi clenched his teeth, determination sparking in his eyes as he stared you down.

This version of you was so different from the dependable, calculated player he had seen in game footage. This... This felt like the real you.

༘⋆𝜗𝜚

Unaware of how your full-strength, no-frills playstyle was affecting the others, you felt completely at ease.

It reminded you of your past life—those stolen hours in the early morning spent practicing alone, pouring everything into every move.

The difference now was that you weren't alone.

Surrounding you were players of incredible skill—"main characters" who now served as your sparring partners. It was something your past self could never have imagined.

Though your face remained composed, your heart swelled with excitement.

Without realizing it, the joy of the moment filled your sharp, narrow eyes with a glimmer of light. The sun streaming through the windows only accentuated the brightness, making your gaze shimmer.

Somewhere along the way...

Your eyes had started to shine.

Gradually, the once-tense atmosphere of the training court eased into something more balanced. Komori found himself relaxing, focusing entirely on the game in front of him.

Hoshiumi, on the other hand, had been captivated ever since you revealed a different, more aggressive side to your play. His gaze followed your every move with unwavering intensity, desperate not to miss a single detail.

Gone was any lingering irritation from the day before. Instead, Hoshiumi was fully absorbed in observing you—your seamless yet strikingly impactful style of play. There was something paradoxical about it: simple yet refined, modest yet commanding. Every movement of yours felt like the perfect example of textbook volleyball.

Sweat trickled down your face, but you didn't seem to notice. Your focus was razor-sharp, your eyes locked on the ball in front of you as if the entire world had shrunk down to just that one sphere.

Moments later, the four of you were visibly tiring. None of you were average players, and under the intensity of your play, each person had unconsciously brought their A-game.