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05 ✁ [oikawa tooru] loss

(Redo because I wasn't very happy with the first version ;_;)

Prompt 5: "My best is never good enough."

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing(s): none

Tags & warnings: character study, angst, 1st POV

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Tobio moved, and I watched him get into position for the set. The exact same one as when they'd lost to us, just mere months before. Awfully bold, I wanted to sneer, but I could not because I knew it was not so much boldness as it was confidence. Absolute confidence.

"Block! Block!" The coaches... no, the audience... no, everyone seemed to be yelling, but I could barely process anything other than what was going on on the court. My teammates know that, I snapped as I saw them move into position, 16, 12, 4 all simultaneously, they know it so well there's no need for you to tell them what to do. The shrimp jumped — oh, how he jumped — and time seemed to stand still as he sprung up into the open air and soared over the net: a territory, his territory, that no one could invade. The ball fell and Tobio's hands caught it, his fingers, his wrists, his arms sending it in one fluid motion exactly into his hitter's palm. And I knew, I knew, when those blue eyes flicked over all the way from the opposite side of the court, when that orange halo reigned over us all from above the white divide, when that hand, like the tip of a wing, slammed onto the ball and sent it downwards, that

my best

The ball brushed against Kindaichi's arm and spun, wild, like a lost leaf caught in the sudden wind. My stomach dropped.

is never

I didn't need to look at the blockers' expressions to know them: shock, fear, faith, in Wataru, in Hanamaki, in captain we believe in you, in me me me—

never

And so I ran and knelt and extended my arms and watched, because I would bring it up, because I had to bring it up. My surroundings faded to nothing as the ball shot through the air, its rough skin colliding with my arms, before the yellow and blue pattern slipped and spun. I could hear it, whistling past my right ear, and I could almost see it and have it, too; but all too soon my chance was gone, and the deafening tmp, tmp, tmp of the ball hitting the ground were all that were left.

never

The piercing whistle ringing through the entire stadium. The skid of Hinata's shoes when he hit the floor. The sound of my own teammates landing; and, I think, too, the sound of me collapsing onto the cold hard wood.

good enough.

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Boom haha :) pure angst. #sorrynotsorry.

I've had this idea in my head for a while, but I still wanted to do sth for krbk, so I guess this is a good alternative.

I fckin love my son Oikawa and even though Karasuno deserved the win, that shit still hurted ;_;

That's it :3 Stay tuned for prompt 6!