I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘁𝘆 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

There are many things in this world that a child, 

must not ask about.

 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 

You lay alone in your bedroom, staring at the bright moon hanging in the quiet night sky. Your phone, after a long session of reading and replying to countless New Year's greetings, was finally tossed onto the table.

Your gaze drifted to the sticky note on your bedside wall. Written on it were the words you'd stumbled upon while scrolling through the browser that day. A gentle wave of reflection and contentment filled your chest, replacing any lingering unease you'd felt when first arriving in this world.

Adaptation? No... It's more like acceptance.

It wasn't that the world had accepted you.

It was you who had accepted the world—the vibrant, surreal "second dimension" you found yourself in.

And most importantly, you had accepted yourself.

Nestled on the soft bed, you let out a slow, measured breath.

The eagle shelters under its strong wings for now.

The next flight is clear.

Spring High.

 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 

Tokyo Arena

Returning here felt different this time.

Standing in the heart of Shiratorizawa, flanked by Tendou and Ushijima—both slightly taller than you—your presence was no less commanding.

The last time you'd stood here, your thoughts had been clouded, unsure of how far you could go. Now, there was no doubt.

You had only one goal.

Treat every match as if it's the last one of your life.

This wasn't just a mindset. It was your truth.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing that had changed since Inter-High. Your relationships with others... well, they'd shifted quite a bit too.

"Hey, hey, hey! Dynamite's here!"

The booming voice was unmistakable. Bokuto.

"Ah, look who it is~ Dynamite-chan!"

That strange lilting tone could only belong to someone from Nekoma.

"Heh... Didn't think I'd see you again so soon, Dynamite."

That smirk? Definitely Atsumu.

"Dynamite!"

Ah, finally. A normal greeting from someone like Komori—well, if you ignored the dark cloud of energy swirling around Sakusa right beside him.

"Dynamite."

Of course, calm and steady Kiryu had to make an appearance, exuding an aura of quiet strength.

"Hah! Dynamite! I'm going to crush you on the court!"

Wait, where'd that shouty feather shuttlecock come from? Oh, it's Kourai.

Your Shiratorizawa teammates stood to the side, watching this parade of greetings with expressions that ranged from bemused to baffled.

Tendou leaned closer to Ushijima, whispering loud enough for the rest to hear, "Why does Dynamite look like some big-shot manager doing a field inspection?"