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Oikawa Tooru had always been a little unhinged when it came to volleyball—whether it was the obsessive notebook filled with analyses, the way he pushed himself past his limits, or the constant hum of his inferiority complex. He keeps trying to outgrow all of it, to shake off the ghosts of not-being-enough. But just as he begins to steady himself, a new problem surfaces—one more insidious than the rest. Suddenly, mirrors become his enemy.
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You’re running out of time.
Do you hear it? The ticking?
The doctor said “optic neuropathy.” The doctor said “time limit.” But you already knew, didn’t you, Yukimiya? You felt it every time the field went black, every time your knees buckled, every time you clawed yourself back to life.Pain is nothing. You can handle pain. You’ve always handled pain.
But silence? Darkness? The end creeping closer with every game? That’s different. That’s terror. That’s the real opponent.You tell yourself this is worth it. That five years of brilliance is better than fifty years of regret. You carve reminders into your skin, begging your body not to abandon you. You drown, resurface, drown again, searching for peace in suffocation.
Stay strong, Yukimiya. Stay strong.
But the shadows keep asking—
How long until you can’t see the ball?
How long until you can’t see the field?
How long until you can’t see yourself?And still, you run. You run because the darkness hasn’t caught you yet.
Not yet.
Blue Lock from Yukimiya Kenyu's point of view. -
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Hiori has always been praised for control—his perfect passes, his flawless vision, his calm that never cracked. But when the noise of the world slips away, he realizes control is just another word for silence. And silence is dangerous.
Every day, pieces of him fall out of focus: the sound of his own voice, the reflection in the glass, the reason he ever touched a ball in the first place. His sanctuary turns hostile, his memories turn unreliable, and his body no longer feels like his.
The more he fades, the more the question sharpens: is he vanishing on purpose… or has he already disappeared?