𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

17: the rise of the fallen

udai sorashi might looked like he was unbothered by all the negativities thrown at him, looking like a unbothered king he is. but, we never know exactly. he is too hard to read, except for people that have known him for so long. one of those people is coach washijo.

it was indeed a pitiful scenery for coach washijo. afterall, only him and several people knows what is sorashi's main drive in playing volleyball when the boy could easily succeeded in other field, the ones thus didn't burden his weak stamina.

washijo watches as ushijima and sorashi who are talking about the upcoming nationals with a too excited human tangerine in the background. the old man sighed when he saw the bruises that was slightly revealed because the arms support sleeves slightly lifted.

he must have pushed himself for too hard. the coach thought. he sighed as he recalled the memory when ushijima brought sorashi to watch shiratorizawa's practice back when the two players were only first years. actually if we did a little throwback when kageyama and hinata visited shiratorizawa, that wasn't the first time ushijima brought someone to the school. ushijima wakatoshi had brought sorashi, an outsider, to watch his practice.

coach washijo knew that sorashi is a great player. yes, he is far beyond everyone. an enigma that crashes the volleyball world with his amazing skill of copying someone's movement.

"sora-san, are you not afraid of ushijima-senpai's spikes?" hinata asked as he collected the scattered balls.

"why should i be afraid?" sorashi lifted his eyebrows and gazed at hinata, "i've been hit harder."

ushijima chokes on his drink, reon and tendou smirk knowingly meanwhile semi gasped and quickly covered hinata's and goshiki's ears (i don't know how he did it.)

"never knew that our ace is like that," reon shook his head as he kept his teasing smile.

"what do you mean, sora-sa—" goshiki was cut by semi's high pitched screech.

"no, it's nothing to worry about, goshiki." semi patted the first year's head.

"ah, i can't explain it," says sorashi.

"but i can show yo--"

"sora!"

rest in peace the first years' innocence. and now sorashi is running away from a very a n g r y semisemi.

"i'll behead you, sinner!"

"as if you are not a sinner!"

"sorashi!"

uh oh, mama semi is mad angry.

"i'm sorry, i was joking! flustered wakatoshi is cute y'know!" sorashi defended himself.

"but you don't have to tell them that kind of innuendo!" semi roared at the karasuno's middle blocker.

"uh, ushijima-senpai?" hinata called ushijima.

"yes?"

"what is—"

"no!" semi screamed as he dragged sorashi by the collar. we can see the soul evaporated from sorashi in a mist.

as goshiki watches the scene unfold, he asked reon, "sorashi-senpai is a very simple person, isn't he?"

"yeah, yeah, he looks like always living in the moment without worrying anything, right?" reon replies. he sighed and looked at tendou.

tendou looked back and then threw his gaze to goshiki, "but you are wrong!"

"he is an enigma— something that only people could understand," says tendou.