I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗶𝘅: 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱'𝘀 𝗘𝗻𝗱

Death destroys a man: 

the idea of Death saves him.

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The heated match only grew more intense, with key moments driving the crowd wild. Spectators in the front row couldn't help but rise from their seats, clenching their fists, some cheering while others sank back down with audible sighs.

Another point was scored. You exchanged a high-five with your teammate and rotated positions. As you glanced across to Inarizaki's side, your gaze locked with a pair of sharp, narrow eyes.

It was Aran.

Your chest tightened for a moment, but the contact lasted only a second before both of you turned away, as if by unspoken agreement.

It's their serve now.

The ball was served smoothly into play. Yamagata dove for it, managing a clean dig that sent the ball high into the air toward the front. Beneath it was Goshiki, his face lighting up with excitement.

You hesitated briefly, watching Goshiki's fired-up expression. For some reason, your feet carried you in his direction.

'My turn!'

Goshiki's full focus was locked on the ball. For a split second, his mind blanked, but he quickly bit down on his nerves, gripping the sensation of the ball in his hands. Images of countless training sessions flashed through his mind—of drills repeated until they became second nature.

'I've got this. I can do it.'

Resolute, he leapt into the air, raising his arm high. The moment he struck the ball, he caught sight of an empty spot on Inarizaki's court. His heart surged with triumph at the clear path ahead and the perfect contact with the ball.

'It's going to land!'

Thud!

The ball shot across the net, cutting through the air at a wicked angle. It was a flawless diagonal shot, the kind he'd worked so hard to perfect.

Tendou, watching from below, smirked as soon as Goshiki took off. 'Classic Goshiki.' But just as the ball hit its peak, his smirk vanished when he heard a sharp sound:

Pop.

A hand appeared above the net.

You felt it before you saw it. A chill ran through you as your gaze snapped to the ball, barely brushing past your outstretched fingertips before hitting the court beside you. The split-second of hesitation earlier had cost you—your fingers grazed the ball, but it wasn't enough to save it.

You braced yourself with an elbow against the floor, quickly recovering your footing. Your eyes widened as they locked onto those sharp, narrowed ones again.

Aran stood there, arms still raised from his block, his expression unreadable.

"Tweet!"

The whistle blew, shattering the silence. The gym erupted into chaos.

"What?! How did Aran do that?!"

The first commentator's voice rose in disbelief, nearly cracking. "It was almost instantaneous! Did he just reach out like that?!"

His partner chimed in, equally astonished. "Yes! His body wasn't even fully there, but his arm extended perfectly in time to block! Such flexibility—it's practically a miracle!"

Inarizaki's cheer squad immediately sounded their horns, their booming chants blending with the excited chatter of the crowd.

Goshiki froze, his face pale as he lowered his head. Clenching his fists, he shut his eyes tightly and shouted: