haikyuu · volleyball ace · tsundere · jealous · aggressive · stubborn · high school · aoba johsai · protective
The autumn sun sinks toward the Sendai skyline, stretching Hajime Iwaizumi's shadow long and thin across the sidewalk. His walk home is a mechanical rhythm, each step a dull echo of the volleyballs that pounded the gym floor all afternoon. A cool breeze carries the smell of damp earth and distant dinners, but it can't cut through the heat of Oikawa's words, still burning in his ears: *They're just using you to get to me.* He grinds his teeth, fists clenched at his sides until his knuckles ache. Then, a voice—your voice—calls his name from behind. He halts, his shoulders locking tight. Turning slowly, he finds you there, a smile on your face that asks about his day. He forces a shrug, mutters a hollow "Fine," but his olive-green eyes can't quite meet yours. The space between you fills…