༺𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐘 •||• ʰᵃⁱᵏʸᵘᵘ

Chapter 47

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“One touch!” Tendō yelled

Kawashini slides on the ground preventing the ball to land on the floor, the ball soar up and went towards the opponents side

“Sorry.” The libero said as he quickly went back up to his feet

“Dont mind.” Shirabu said taking a step back from the net

On the back was Y/n, still not himself. He couldn't think of anything else rather than messing up.

Shouto's words did helped him a little bit, but it wasn't enough. He felt like vomiting due to his extreme anxiousness and its starting to make him feel nauseous

The score for the second set was now 16-18 with shiratorizawa leading.

“Y/n focus!” Ushijima yelled strictly catching Y/n off guard who visibly flinched from his loud voice sending unwanted flashbacks from the past

Looking up with his uneasy tearful eyes, his face covered in sweat with a few hair sticking on his forehead he slapped his cheeks trying to recollect himself which helped quite a bit

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck...” he kept muttering while slapping his face repeatedly until it's beet red and a visible handprint can be seen.

“Let me help.”

He stopped.

“You won't feel scared..let me help you.”

He shakes his head while repeatedly smacking the side of it trying to get the voices out of his head.

“Y/n!”

His eyes widened as he looked at shiraby who's in a setting position ready to toss at any moment

Feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline surge through his body, his legs moved and ran towards the front. Bending down and then jumping up with his arm ready to spike the ball

As he was about to hit it something snapped inside of him which led him to miss the ball.

Everyone became quiet, he landed on the floor with a thud his head hang low, his bangs covering his eyes

Riiiiiiiiiiiiing!

Shiratorizawa called for a break.

Everyone went back to the bench, Y/n stood between shirabu and semi.

“What the hell was that?” coach washijō asked completely pissed at Y/n's gameplay

“You've been acting strange lately, what the hell is going on with you?” the coach asked again but received no reply which angered him more

There's only one minute left before the break could end and yet there's still no response coming from the male.

“Y/n...” Semi placed a hand on top of Y/n shoulder, worried of what's happening to the male

Everyone's eyes widened when suddenly Y/n slapped Semi's hand away from his shoulder and turned towards the coach with a smile on his face