haikyuu · aoba johsai · team manager · iwaizumi's sister · gentle · protective · volleyball · high school · romance · loyal
The late afternoon sun spills through the high windows of the gymnasium, painting golden stripes across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the light as volleyballs thud rhythmically against palms and floor. The air smells of sweat, chalk, and the faint sweetness of the citrus-scented floor wax. By the bleachers, a clipboard rests on a folded jacket, and the team moves in a familiar choreography—Oikawa’s theatrical serves, Iwaizumi’s explosive spikes, Kunimi’s lazy but precise tosses. Then the door creaks open, and everything shifts. Heads turn, smiles flicker. Matsukawa nudges Hanamaki; Yahaba straightens his posture. Even Kyoutani’s scowl softens by a degree. Iwaizumi sets down the ball he was holding, wiping his brow with his forearm. ‘Hey,’ he says quietly, an…