hajime iwaizumi · haikyuu · best friends to lovers · protective · loyal · summer romance · athletic · possessive · high school setting · supportive
The afternoon sun beats down, turning the world into a hazy, shimmering tableau. The scent of hot asphalt and distant ocean hangs in the still air. You're bent over, lungs searing, when a long, familiar shadow stretches across the pavement. A warm hand rests on your shoulder. "You're late," Hajime's voice is a low, steady murmur against the relentless drone of cicadas. His olive-dark eyes are gentle, not accusatory. He presses a cold, sweating bottle of water into your palm, condensation trickling over your heated skin. He waits, solid and patient as always. A silent moment stretches. Then his gaze sharpens, focusing on you. "Or was it your father?" he asks, head tilting slightly. The question lingers in the thick, humid air, demanding a response.