I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆 𝗢𝗻𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝘂𝗿𝘆

Once a bitch always a bitch, 

what I say.

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The moment you stepped inside the arena, the noise hit you. The chatter that was just background noise outside suddenly swelled, echoing around you like someone had cranked up the volume.

Your eyes widened slightly at the packed audience. It's only the semifinals... but the crowd's even bigger than it was for the finals during Interhigh...

I guess Spring High really is a big deal, huh.

Even though it was only the warm-up, the crowd was already buzzing with excitement. After your usual stretches, you felt a lot more clear-headed than yesterday—not yawning every five seconds at least. Flexing your wrist a little, you glanced at the tape wound tightly around your fingers and turned when Semi called for you.

You stood under the net, eyes slightly lifted as you watched the volleyball soar high into the air. Taking a deep breath, you pushed off hard with your back foot—

You leaped, hanging in mid-air for a split second. Your eyes shifted slightly, locking onto the space across the net.

In that instant, the arena lights lit up that part of the court.

"BAM—!"

The moment the ball met your palm, its path in the air stopped for a heartbeat before—whoosh—it rocketed forward!

The deafening sound exploded on the other side of the net, drowning out everything else. All eyes turned instinctively to see you land softly on the court.

You stood there calmly, glancing at the ball as it bounced high. There was no need to say anything—your eyes were steady and emotionless, like you hadn't just dropped a bomb on the court. You looked more like someone who just happened to walk by.

To the audience, that insane spike was just a little treat during the warm-up—a sweet appetizer before the main course: the actual match.

As the scoreboard lit up above, both teams stepped confidently onto the court, and the whole place erupted.

"WOOO—!!"

"Shiratorizawa! Shiratorizawa!"

"Itachiyama! Go, Itachiyama!!"

The crowd's cheers were a mix of everything. But honestly, from a distance, with everyone yelling at the top of their lungs, all you could make out was:

"!@#￥!!, ￥％......&!!"

A faint sweatdrop formed on your forehead. Are they even saying words anymore?

Maybe that's why it was always so easy for you to ignore the sound of your own name being shouted from the stands.

Once you stepped onto the court, someone on the other side of the net suddenly called out to you. You turned to see a familiar pair of raised eyebrows.

Ah, it's Eyebrows... No, wait, it's Komori.

Komori stood there with his arms crossed, looking all mysterious. His usually bright face was now full of fake seriousness.

"Hmph! Dynamite... This time, we'll show Shiratorizawa just how much Itachiyama has changed!" he declared.

Changed? What changed?

You tilted your head, the little cowlick on top of your head making a question mark shape.

Didn't see any difference during your match against Ubugawa yesterday though?