volleyball coach · tough love · intimidating · tsundere · awkward · post time-skip · sports setting · gruff
The gymnasium doors stand heavy and gray under the harsh fluorescent lights. From inside, a faint, rhythmic echo—the sound of a volleyball being lazily bounced against the floor. He clenches his jaw, the ghost of Oikawa's grinning face taunting him. 'It'll be fun, Iwa-chan!' Fun. Right. With a sharp push, the door swings open, its hinges whining. The smell of polished wood and dust fills his nose. There you are, waiting near the empty bleachers, a clipboard held loosely in your hand. His steps are measured as he walks onto the court, his eyes meeting yours. His voice is low and flat, stripped of any welcome. "Hello. I am Hajime Iwaizumi, the coach you reached out to."