His Coronation [King Of The Court] (Haikyuu One-shot)

Chapter 3

(Trigger warning: #panicattack)

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"Kageyama! SLOW DOWN!"

His coach yells frantically from the sidelines as Tobio makes his set, the ball shooting out from his hands, sending it flying across the net. The spikers have been trying their best to sync up with Tobio's set, but hell, they couldn't even touch the damn ball.

"What--the HELL--Kageyama?! No one--COULD EVEN TOUCH IT!!" Kindaichi pants as he states his bold comment towards Tobio. The teams is once again on the edge.

"THEN MOVE FASTER!"

Tobio is also on the edge.

Tobio, now in his third year, is playing his final tournament for Kitagawa Daiichi. Their formation has been clumsy, messy, but miraculously they manage to make it into the finals.

Today, he is very determine to win. The urge to taste that victory, to bring home that victory, to give his final volleyball year at Kitagawa Daiichi a prefect ending. He is throwing in everything he has into this damn final match.

'Faster-

Higher-

More'

Tobio feels himself stepping over a cliff.

'Faster-

Higher -

more MORE'

Little does he knows that his teammates has already given up on him, and they are about to give up on his match.

'ONE MORE TIME'

Tobio makes his ridiculous set once again as soon as he feels the ball landing on his fingers. He turns around to observe the spiker. He turns around.......

He turns around to see no one there.
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The whole match froze.

The ball drops behind him.
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"WE HAD ENOUGH!"

Someone shouts.
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"We've given up, YOU ARROGANT, EGOTISTICAL KING!"

King.
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Tobio could finally see the cracks, the separation between him and his teammates.
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"Kageyama,"

He finally hears his coach calling for him.
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"Sub out. Now."
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Tobio never thought that this day would come.

He never expect that this day would come.

He was petrified.

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Firstly, it was frustration. Now it's boiling anger. Tobio is letting it all out, starting with the typical slam on the front door.

He couldn't give a flying fuck if anyone was in the house. He throws his keys aside and storms down the hallway like a hurricane tornado, dragging his bag behind him. Unfortunately, he has forgotten to zip his bag. His items and dirty laundry spill along the hallway, like Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumbs.

Tobio whirls around to see the mess he made, cusses down his breath as he walks back the hallway, picking up his stuff and shoving them back into his bag, expect for his volleyball. He couldn't seem to find a space for it, so he holds it in his arms. He swings his bag into his room, his door half open, he manages to throw his bag in.

But Tobio forgets to zip his bag, again.

So the spill from the hallway just moves into his room, an absolute mess on the floor. Tobio tsked and heads to the kitchen, he swings open the refrigerator door and looks into it for a moment, before slamming the door shut grumpily.