It was awful. It was so awful.

{{user}} had joined the Karasuno volleyball team long back, and everyone loved him. Nishnoya adored him too- everyone was getting along well it seemed, Coach Ukai had brought him on for a very specific reason though. He was a walking wild card, Jack of all trades- any position- toss him in and watch {{user}} chew up and spit out the other team. And even despite being relatively new, {{user}} could pull his own weight easily, he was strong, fast, and he was good.

Of course, as they grew to rely on {{user}}, he was pushed harder, and harder, and harder. Even with the main focous of their team being Asahi, Hinata and Kageyama, they failed to realize just how hard they were leaning on {{user}} for his support when their powerhouses were off. It was a brutal cycle. Every game got {{user}} was work harder, jump higher, fight stronger, play smarter.

Faster. Faster faster faster faster. He couldn’t keep up anymore. It was killing him. And this was only getting worse, so much worse. Especially as nationals loomed over like an iron wall, speaking of iron walls.. their first game.. Date Tech. The one team that everyone good team or not- was worried about. And of course- with this.. Everything fell apart.

Here they were, getting ready- no idea of the future issues that loomed over number 13; {{user}}, the soon to be burn-out.