I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻: 𝗛𝗮𝗺𝗹𝗲𝘁

 We know what we are, 

but not what we may be.

꩜ .ᐟ

In Karasuno's club room, Tanaka and Nishinoya clung to each other, staring wide-eyed at the screen. On another monitor, Hinata was practically chewing on his hand in suspense, while Kageyama frowned deeply, his brows furrowed in concentration.

Everyone watching felt their nerves stretched to their limits. They followed the camera's focus as the ball, saved by Osamu's dive, arced high into the air—heading straight for Shiratorizawa's court.

Hearts pounded in unison.

'Will this ball land in Shiratorizawa's court?'

The ball flew high into the air after Osamu's desperate save. Without surprise, it crossed the net, soaring straight into Shiratorizawa's court. At the front, Goshiki clenched his teeth. Ever since his spike had been blocked by Aran, he hadn't been able to relax, every nerve stretched tight.

The moment the ball came his way, Goshiki's eyes sharpened. Without hesitation, he crouched low, arms outstretched toward the incoming ball. Right before it could hit the ground, his forearm made perfect contact, lifting it back into the air. The angle, which had seemed hopeless, flipped in Shiratorizawa's favor, turning into a golden opportunity for their offense.

All eyes locked onto Shirabu at the setter's position. His face was unreadable, just the slightest furrow in his brows betraying his concentration. He ignored the heavy stares from his teammates and opponents alike, his focus pinned on the ball suspended in the air before him.

For a heartbeat, the ball seemed to hover. Then, with a subtle flick, it shot downward at a sharp angle.

Standing under the net, Shirabu could feel the weight of Inarizaki's piercing gazes, like a pack of foxes watching his every move. His eyes shifted briefly toward his own teammates, scanning their positions in an instant.

Then, something caught his eye—a streak of familiar shade cutting into his peripheral vision.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Shirabu's tightly pressed lips curled into a faint smile. If the rest of Shiratorizawa saw it, they'd probably think they were imagining things.

But it was real. Unmistakably real.

Just like the fact that this ball—this play—was destined for that guy.

Shirabu's gaze steadied, confidence shining in his rare smile. Then, he called out the name that sent a wave of electricity through the air, a name that made the entire Inarizaki team freeze, that made Karasuno's players watching from the screen jolt upright, that made every single person in the stadium hold their breath.

"You're here, aren't you?"

Behind the screen, Aoba Johsai's team had been glued to their phones, eyes wide. The moment they heard the words, their hearts skipped a beat.

Oikawa, standing at the front, couldn't help the way his tense expression broke. A mix of frustration and something softer flickered across his face—a reluctant smile he didn't even notice himself.

"Dynamite."

'It was unfair, really. Calling in a superhero like this.'

The moment the name echoed, the court seemed to explode. A towering figure tore through the space as if breaking invisible chains, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. A presence so overwhelming, blinding even, as if the entire gymnasium was lit by the aura alone. That specific hair moved with the wind, and for a second, it felt like everyone's hearts were swaying along with it.