I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲: 𝗗𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀

I am not good at noticing when I'm happy, 

except in retrospect.

݁ ࣪⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

After a long shower, you felt refreshed—though at the same time, the mask you had worn all day finally came off.

Exhaustion clung to your body as you collapsed onto the bed, exhaling deeply.

If this were my past life, I could at least smoke a cigarette right now.

Your hair, now fully dry, spread loosely over the white bedsheets. The contrast between you and the clean bed sheets created an almost artistic effect—if not for the completely blank, dazed expression of a very exhausted "adult."

Knock, knock, knock!

The sudden knocking jolted you.

You sat up with the force of a startled fish, but instead of rushing to the door—

You panicked.

Grabbing the nearest white T-shirt, you yanked it over your head, then hastily pulled on a pair of black shorts. The process was a mess—half stumbling, half tripping, one hand catching the wall for balance.

The knock came again.

"Coming, comi—ah—!"

You nearly faceplanted.

By some miracle, you managed to get to the door in one piece.

Swinging it open, you were immediately met with a head of bright red hair, slightly lowered.

You blinked.

Then, sighing, you pushed aside your bangs with one hand, the other propped against the doorframe. Confusion was written all over your face as you stared at the smiling red-haired intruder.

A long pause.

Then, in a completely flat voice—

"...Who are you?"

The corners of Tendou's mouth visibly dropped.

݁ ࣪⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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Tendou sat on the edge of your bed, shifting his legs back and forth.

When he realized they didn't reach the floor, he stopped trying and instead pulled them up, sitting cross-legged.

Your hair, still a little wild from your rushed movements earlier, hung loosely over your shoulders. With one hand, you lazily pushed the front strands back—turning them into a very unstable slicked-back style that looked ready to collapse at any moment.

If you checked the mirror now, you might notice something interesting—

Your hairline looked a lot healthier than in your past life, where you always insisted on keeping a depressing, heavy fringe.

Wearing nothing but a simple white T-shirt and black shorts, feet slipped into house slippers, you stood with your arms crossed, watching as Tendou fiddled with a bunch of colorful hair ties.

"Whoa~ Dynamite-chan looks just like a kawaii girl~! These hair ties are so cute! Did you pick them yourself?"

And yet, despite the absolute lack of self-preservation, he kept talking.

You: Endurance mode: activated.

"...I just told the store clerk a number. They picked them."

"Huh? Really~?"