I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆: 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗻

You wanna fly, 

you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.

⋆.˚꩜ ⭑.ᐟ

In Shiratorizawa's corner, Coach Washijo was not as amused.

His already stern face had only grown darker, his sharp eyes locked onto the court.

Next to him, Coach Saito felt a chill in the air.

And for the first time in a long time—

He found himself praying.

'Please... don't crack under the pressure.'

'Everyone.'

You realized something was off the moment you stepped into position at the net.

You had seen it before Shirabu did.

But by the time you fully processed it—

Someone was already standing in front of you, grinning.

A tall, shadowy figure—

Smirking like he knew something you didn't.

Kuroo.

His stance. His positioning.

It was familiar.

Too familiar.

If you were the type to rewatch your own matches, you would've noticed immediately—

Nekoma's formation—

It was almost identical to your usual thought process on the court.

Not perfect.

Not completely refined.

But the foundation was there.

And with Nekoma's natural synergy?

They had elevated it.

They had taken a defensive strategy built around a single person—

And turned it into a team formation.

And so, in a moment when everyone could only look up, they all stared in disbelief at you who had taken over the entire court—completely on your own.

They watched as you reached the peak of your jump, those usually emotionless eyes now sharp and intense. Then—

BAM!

The volleyball grazed Yaku's ear. For a split second, it felt like an explosion right next to him, the sound ringing in his ears. His face went blank from sheer reflex.

The next moment, everyone felt the wind shift through their hair as they turned stiffly to look—

A lone volleyball lay motionless on the court.

Silence.

You landed lightly—though not perfectly. The force and urgency of the play made you stumble slightly upon impact. But at this moment, to everyone watching—

"He was a demon."

Kenma's eyes narrowed as he met those ones in midair once again.

Another familiar game prompt flashed before him, its text updating rapidly:

[The dragon dodged the hero's attack and breathed fire.]

[The forest burned.]