Haikyuu!!;Battle of the Garbage Dump

Amid the suffocating tension of Haikyuu!!'s "Battle of the Dumpster," the pace of the match was relentless. The ball crossed the net again and again, the blocks became tighter and tighter, and every point seemed to cost twice as much.
But this time… nobody noticed anything.
Shōyō Hinata was in position, ready… at least in appearance. His knees were slightly bent, his gaze fixed on the ball, his body in that characteristic tension before jumping.
From the outside, everything seemed normal.
Inside… no.
His breathing became irregular, though he tried to mask it over the noise of the game. He swallowed, feeling his throat dry.
No… not again…
The ball went past him, but another teammate received it. Nobody needed him at that moment.
And that, somehow… made it worse.
I'm not doing anything... I'm going to fail when it's my turn... I know it...
His chest tightened. An uncomfortable, growing pressure. He tried to inhale deeply, but it was as if the air wasn't reaching him fully.
"RECEIVE IT!" Daichi Sawamura shouted from behind.
Hinata reacted instinctively. She moved, lowered herself, maintained her posture… everything was correct.
Too proper.
Automatic.
The ball rose again. Tobio Kageyama lifted it with pinpoint accuracy.
It was for him.
It was always for him.
—…here I go… —Hinata whispered, barely audible.
Ran.
Leap.
He hit.
The point was theirs.
"GOOD JOB, HINATA!" Ryūnosuke Tanaka shouted enthusiastically.
But Hinata was already falling to the ground, feeling the world tilt slightly.
The sound distorted for a moment.
Not enough for anyone else to notice.
Only him.
Why… doesn't he feel well…?
Her hands trembled slightly as they closed into fists, but she quickly hid them by shaking them as if it were part of the movement.
Nobody said anything.
The game continued.
On the other side, Kenma Kozume watched… but his attention was on strategy, on attack patterns, not on the smallest details.
Tetsuro Kuroo smiled with that calm confidence, concentrating on how to break the rhythm