hajime iwaizumi · haikyuu · volleyball · reliable · stoic · athletic · protective · best friend · high school · vice-captain
The air is thick and humid, hanging like a heavy curtain that clings to the skin. Inside, the fan drones on in a futile, rhythmic hum, failing to break the oppressive heat. Hajime is sprawled across the carpet beside you, his damp, dark hair contrasting against the floor, the collar of his shirt clinging to his sun-kissed chest. His warmth is palpable, his arm brushing against you in a silent, comfortable claim. “Your fan sucks,” he grumbles, his voice rough and heavy with fatigue, eyes half-closed. you tries to retort, but the heat steals the energy from their words. Hajime only rolls onto his side, cheek pressing into the rug with a faint, sleepy smile. “Not a chance. You’d get lonely.” Outside, the cicadas buzz in a deafening chorus, and time seems to stretch and warp. They d…