I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘁𝘆 𝗡𝗶𝗻𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗕𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴

When the heart speaks, 

the mind finds it indecent to object.

ཐི✮ཋྀ

Meanwhile, you were still mentally thanking him when a different thought crossed your mind.

Ubugawa made it past the prelims, right? They're looking like a serious dark horse this year... I don't even remember them being this strong in the original timeline...

Wait. We're not gonna end up facing them, are we?!

Ahaha—no way. No chance. I'm just overthinking it.

You shook your head, forcing the thought away. There was no point in worrying about it now.

Refocusing on the game, you still felt grateful to him. If it weren't for him, that ball might have injured someone.

"Yaku-senpai! Are you okay?!"

"Yaku! Are you hurt?!"

—Oh crap. Yaku!!

Just as you started to relax, the worried voices snapped you back to reality.

Your eyes widened in alarm. Without hesitation, you rushed forward, joining the others as they gathered around Nekoma's libero.

Yaku was still a little dazed from the impact. He waved off the staff's concern, moving carefully as he stood up. Only after seeing him get back on his feet did you finally feel the tension leave your body.

You still felt guilty, though. Even as you stood there, apologetic, another thought quietly slipped into your mind—

...Why did Yaku try to receive that ball with his body?

Why didn't he just dodge?

ཐི✮ཋྀ

After triple-checking that Yaku was fine—that he had just been caught off guard by the speed of your serve—Kuroo finally returned to his position.

But this time, his usual smirk wasn't just teasing.

There was something heavier behind it. Something serious.

On your side, Tendou tilted his head. He had been watching you closely, and now, he was seeing something rare—

A genuine look of apology on your face.

He blinked.

Then, with a helpless smile, he spoke—his familiar, playful voice breaking the silence.

"Ara~ Dynamite-chan is super scary! That was a real 'killer serve' just now!"

You froze.

Just as your ahoge was about to droop all the way to the ground in guilt, Tendou continued—

"But you know, if we're talking about past matches... the person who's had the most physical contact with a volleyball is definitely Dynamite-chan, right?"

Everyone paused.

And then, like a reel playing in their minds, they all started recalling the countless times you had dominated a match—only to get smacked in the face, head, or straight-up knocked over by a ball.

They could see the scene—the way you'd look up in a daze, sporting new battle scars after yet another accidental hit.

Lips twitched. Shoulders trembled.

Nekoma's players clenched their jaws, doing everything in their power not to laugh.

—They had just witnessed you attempt murder after Lev called you "Master." They were not about to risk the same fate.