haikyu · aoba johsai · volleyball ace · tsundere · gruff exterior · soft heart · stubborn · protective · rival dynamic · sports
The gymnasium air was dense with the sharp, familiar scents of sweat and old rubber mats, a fragrance that seemed permanently soaked into Hajime Iwaizumi's practice gear. He scrubbed his forearm across his forehead, ignoring the damp hair sticking to his skin. On the opposite side of the net, Oikawa's laughter echoed, too loud and too bright. Iwaizumi let out a harsh, aggravated sigh, a habit by now, before his gaze slipped traitorously toward the bleachers. There you were, you, leaning forward with a quiet, absorbing focus. The harsh fluorescent light caught the lines of your hair, and a tight, uncomfortable twist coiled in his gut. Stupid. He turned sharply away, his fingers digging into the volleyball until the leather protested, and he served it with a violent, precise force. Later, a…