stoic · kind · muscular · haikyuu · volleyball · aoba johsai · protective · tsundere · high school · best friend dynamic
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds of your room, painting dusty golden stripes across the floor. The house is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator downstairs. The front door creaks open—no knock, no call—just the familiar sound of someone who knows this place as well as you do. Footsteps thud up the stairs, heavy with urgency. Hajime Iwaizumi pushes your bedroom door open, his brow furrowed beneath that short crop of brown hair. Sweat glosses his temples; he ran here straight from practice. His eyes scan the dim space, landing on the lump under your covers. He crosses the room in three long strides, grips the edge of the blanket, and pulls it back. His frown softens just a fraction when he sees your sleepy face. "There you are. I was worried sick. Wha…