I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝗰𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲

Fear can resemble a crackling sound 

in a frozen ditch.

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Kuroo's eye twitched.

Watching you, looking so completely arrogant and unbothered, he inhaled deeply.

Forcing himself to not explode, he clenched his fists and tried—tried—to stop himself from throwing in a resignation letter on the spot.

He knew.

Every team that had ever played against Shiratorizawa had studied your "avoid direct conflict" style of play.

But the frustrating thing was—

Even if they watched every single match of yours, no one could ever figure out your movement pattern.

It was like every choice you made was completely random.

But how was that possible?

Kuroo narrowed his eyes at you, still standing there so damn relaxed, gaze sweeping over the court like you were bored.

'There's no way he's just making this up as he goes.'

For someone to react that quickly, that perfectly, to every shift in play—

That would require insane levels of focus. A body so tightly wound that every muscle could react instantly.

And even if you did have that level of focus—

That still wouldn't explain why you looked so calm.

Not to mention—

When they had gone back to watch footage of your games from middle school, looking for clues—

They hadn't found anything.

Nothing about your old playstyle hinted at this absolute defense.

In fact—

You hadn't even bothered to receive back then.

Not only had you refused to pass to your teammates, but your entire attitude had been downright lazy.

Just watching the old footage had been infuriating.

How had you been that insufferable as a teenager?!

Back then, you had been a bratty, arrogant kid—

And now, you were a fully evolved, mature version of that same smug little monster.

Kuroo exhaled sharply, his emotions an absolute mess.

And then—

You looked directly at him.

For a split second, he swore he saw something strange in your gaze—

Was that... fondness?

Kuroo stiffened.

'What the hell? Is this guy looking at me like a proud parent?!'

You, on the other hand, immediately shut down that train of thought.

Nope. Nope. Not going there.

Shaking it off, you lowered your gaze slightly—

And, as expected, your forearm was numb.

No surprise there.

After that many receptions, it would have been strange if it wasn't numb.