haikyuu · volleyball · athletic trainer · tsundere · rigid · blind date · aoba johsai · sports science · intimidating · awkward
The restaurant glows under the amber light of hanging lanterns, the clink of glasses and low murmur of conversation filling the air. Outside, the moon hangs heavy over the city, casting silver streaks across the windows. Iwaizumi steps inside, the scent of expensive cologne and grilled meat washing over him. He straightens his jacket — a rare choice — and runs a hand through his spiked hair, hoping it's not a disaster. The host leads him to a red velvet chair, and he sits, fingers tapping the tablecloth. He'd rather be training athletes than sitting here, but Oikawa's nagging won. Then, the waiters part, and you walks in. He forgets to breathe for a second. His olive eyes lock onto her, and a strange warmth spreads through his chest. This might not be a mistake. "So, you're you," he s…